Spell Pillar Novels & Stories

"Earth-type defense spells for two thousand grace points. Greatly improves one's earth-type powers and defenses upon acquisition." "Thunder-type Healing Pill for eight hundred grace points. Restores one's physical condition completely within one minute with the help of lightning strikes." … There were many other normal pills listed below. Despite them being significantly cheaper, Wilbur knew clearly that the old dragon's stuff was always worth their cost. The earth-type defense spells were red this time, which meant that they were of an even higher level than the last ones. No wonder they cost two thousand grace points. Wilbur had wanted to improve on these spells for a long time now and cho

She believed that without me, she could conquer the world on her own. However, she’d forgotten. In a company like this, resources reigned supreme, and I held all the resources in my hands. Once I left, it would cause a domino effect, and that would be the beginning of her downfall. At that moment, her phone rang. Allison glanced at the screen, then raised it triumphantly toward me, a smug look on her face. “See this? William from the foreign supply company is calling me. So what if you resign, Eric? Without you, they’ll naturally come to me for collaboration. Too bad, it’s too late for you to change your mind now.”

The ground under Adrien’s feet crumbled; he grabbed Sera’s arm as they slid toward the chasm. Zayn leapt, caught a broken column and dangled, kicking free of the grasping mist. From the chasm rose a single black spire, smooth as glass, taller than the tallest tower of either realm. At its tip, chains of both moonlight and shadow interwove, binding something unseen within. Liora, no, the thing inside her, raised her arm and pointed to the spire. “Here,” it said through her mouth, almost tenderly,

“Then it’s not getting it.” The ground cracked to our left, a fissure spidering out toward the ring. From it seeped a black mist that slithered like it was alive. When it touched one of the pillars, the carvings flared—then dimmed, as though the light was being sucked out. “Uh, Seren?” “Yeah, I see it.” She drew one of her blades, the sound crisp in the tense air. “Tell me this is normal Spire behavior.”

An epic tier skill that allowed the user to predict which spell or skill will be cast by simply gazing at the magic circle generated before the spell or skill was completed. However, if the possessor did not know the information about the skill beforehand, this skill would be useless. 'Flame explosion!' Sia was already aware of the spell Eliza was casting. [Ice Stairs] She also cast her own skill instead of breaking down Eliza's skill to save mana. Ice pillars emerged from the ground, sending a deep chill across the air. "Flame burst!" Eliza shouted as she unleashed her prowess. The pillars and the flame collided with a hiss. As a result of both spells being interrupted, thick smoke formed.

sail in peace. As the Spire began its slow trek toward the Deep Woods, the water around us began to boil. Hundreds of Drowned-Shadows—the fish-men from Aethelgard—began to climb the obsidian hull. They didn't use ladders; they used suction-pads made of living coral, their pale, translucent eyes fixed on the kinetic light of the upper towers. "DEFEND THE HULL!" Félix shouted, launching himself over the railing with his daggers.

Hazel’s breath caught in her throat as she heard this, and she felt fear slowly creeping in, but then she pushed it away, focusing on what Halle was trying to say to her. “The pillar that you encountered before can be summoned again. You have lost your default chance with them, and you need a spell to raise it up again.” Hazel listened attentively as Halle spoke. “I do not have to go over this one because your spell book can always guide you,” she said, and Hazel nodded.

It reeked of impending madness; the opening yawning before him like an omen. William stared in as the group walked by it on their way to the next room over. Inside this one was a solid silver slab with chains hanging from the edges where the arms and legs of the victim; him, in this case; would lie. Under the slab was a metal funnel to drain the bloodshed. His bloodshed. Above the slab was a huge grate of metal spikes. The spikes were approximately a foot in length, which guaranteed they pierced all the way through the body from the front to the back.

Sebastian Lykos has the authority to make sure that their mating bond was in place and considering that he was one of the officiates that can make a marriage legal in Paphos, Damien knew that it was his luck to have him here tonight. “Sebastian, it’s nice to see that you are out in the open. What brings you to the festival?” Damien greeted him as Sebastian turned to look at him. His red eyes were eerie but his friend smiled before he concealed the real color of his eyes. As an Ultima, he has the power to do it so that they look like they’re brown to the normal naked, human eyes. “Damien. I’m surprised that you are here when you usually did not come here.” He said before he noticed that Anika

Luna watched curiously, unsure of what Felix was doing with the tiny pill in his hand. Felix said casually, "This is one of our Dragonian medical techniques—just watch." He crushed the pill in his hand, turning it into fine powder, which he sprinkled over the fake Dragonspine. This pill, known as the Windseeker Pill, was something he had crafted himself using a recipe from Gerald's medical texts. It was designed for tracking, working in pairs—one part would be used on a person or object, while the second acted as the locator.