Spell Pillar Novels & Stories

This spell is very advanced, and only knew the parts I did because I read alot, but there are at least 8 different ways this spell could go, and if I chose the wrong one I could kill everyone. "Lock... Then... In..p..p..place..."Ri'elle choaks out. I nod and finish the spell to lock the spirits into the animals. I am so glad that Ri'elle was able to give me a hint, because I was thinking of making a guess and I would have been dead wrong. Once the spell is done the glow around the room dies out, I try to help Ri'elle up, but he doesn't have the strength to stand, so instead I pick him up bridal style and I carry him down the stairs.

The palace the throne hall until everything was utterly destroyed to the point that no one will ever recognize that the place used to once be a beautiful and fine land. Quesa became forgotten. * * * Meanwhile, at the hospital there in Ki Dollarama, Abigail sat cursing within her praying and wondering why her powers wasn't immune to possession. The sorcerer Ceralph had possessed her to the extent that one would believe that she all that on purpose and then stopped at the last moment as though she was trying to achieve something. Zeres was just sleeping while his body remained in a dark shade of blue due to the poison and Abi was so upset about herself. What would she do now?

The liquid gold that had leaked from the upper Spire was now pooling at the edges of the room, vibrating at a high, metallic frequency that made everyone's ears bleed. Malachi didn't listen. The moment his physical eyes cleared, he didn't care about the gravity, the gold, or the shadow-beasts. He drove his hands into the stone floor, unleashing a tidal wave of solid midnight smoke that raced toward the crimson pillar, attempting to block the light from touching his son.

was suddenly met with a "Solid." The black Eye in the sky widened in what could only be described as cosmic shock, the oily mist of the Rift began to crystallize into jagged, violet diamonds of frozen space. "Now!" I screamed to Koran and Kaelen, "Give him the pillars!" Koran didn't hesitate, he thrust his obsidian blade into the air, pouring the entire history of the Shadow Heart into the child’s aura, Kaelen followed, his amber light surging in a massive, sacrificial flare that drained the Solar Spire to its very foundations.

"You're lying! I don't know you! Sienna must have paid you to frame us!" The sorcerer fell but laughed even more wildly. "Frame you? Alpha Misael, you came with Luna Alayna to my black market that night. You even asked about side effects. Now you won't admit it?" She pulled out a time crystal ball. Inside, the scene showed Alayna asking greedily, "If I use this, the pup inside Sienna's belly will be transferred to mine?" The sorcerer's voice echoed, "Yes, but only if you make the carrier yourself and let her smell it."

"I don't need to find it. I’m already connected to it. I am the entry point." He reached out and touched the side of the Spire. The silver-glass didn't break; it recognized his frequency and dissolved into a circular hatch of gears. We stepped inside, leaving Kael, Silas, and the Grey Pack to hold the valley against the now-confused and terrified Western Alliances. The interior of the Spire was a vertical labyrinth of rotating platforms and glowing data-veins. It didn't look like magic; it looked like the inside of a clock that had swallowed a star.

Fractured. Mara whispered, “We need to go.” Kellen’s eyes darted across the clearing. “Something’s under us.” “No,” Seraphina said softly, almost in a trance. “Someone.” The stone spiral beneath her feet pulsed again. And then, suddenly, the earth split. A ring of dust burst upward as stone crumbled inward, revealing a circular stairwell carved straight into the hill’s heart. The descent was pitch-black, except for the sigils that bled light along the walls. A spiral descent into something ancient and forgotten.

“What are you, I shouted” “You wouldn’t want to know, trust me!” The words were written, leaving me in a state of bewilderment. I turned and looked at her bed and that’s when I noticed— Silver threads, each not thicker than a hair strand, coiled under her pillow. I pulled it out carefully, A moon-thread, It glowed softly in my hand. It is used in sacred rituals and binding spells. Why is it here on her pillow? I wondered. My suspicions of Melina began to broaden. I mean she has betrayed me before, I won’t be surprised if she does it again.

The freaky end of days was coming. I faced the camera, my voice steady for all the people in the city to hear. "The freaky apocalypse is here, folks. I'm going to help you out as best I can. First up, find cover where the wind can't get you, subways, basements, factories, banks, any safe spot." Lights flickered on in every underground parking lot. The ground rumbled with a deep roar, setting the stage for Jim as he led his crew of infant spirits into a clash with the Haunts that sliced through the wind.