Spell Pillar Novels & Stories

I ordered staring at the Chairman's neck. At the same moment, the seal started to glow. I fueled its light, magnifying the signs written in demonic language. The whole spiral detached itself from Mr. Borda's neck and the signs began floating around the whole hall, circling around the dome of the protective shield. I could see that both Grandma and Kira were terrified by this spinning force. The demonic power was far greater than any witch could possess. If someone were to unleash it freely into the world, its effects could be catastrophic. I took a deep breath. I was about to start reading the words written in the floating spiral.

I get to the foyer, where the three staircases meet and lead down into the main entrance, and there's no escape. Past the grandiose chandelier, down at the bottom of the staircase are no guards but wrought iron seals. There are three seals, spinning on the front door, softly pulsing blue. I rub my lips, upset, still in anticipation of tasting more Ray, upset that there is something I can't get past. I can at least try. I quickly look behind me, and dash down the stairs, lifesaver underneath my arm, my present in my left hand, and look down, careful not to trip. I'm sweaty and flushed, nervous because I am so close.

The spire crackled with electricity, and at its peak, they could see the Lightning Relic—a pulsating blue orb emitting bolts of lightning. "The relic is up there," Kai said, pointing to the peak of the spire. "We need to find a way to reach it." The path to the spire was fraught with obstacles. Lightning storms raged around them, and the ground was unstable, shifting with every step. Alex took the lead, his speed and agility allowing him to scout ahead and find the safest route.

The blue light continued to flicker through the seam, the chains above still slipping down their spindles, lowering the cages another three feet. "You cannot break the foundation of the empire with brute strength, beast!" Vance sneered from his elevated platform, his hands twisting in the air as he drew more power from the spinning brass sphere. "The Spires are built to endure the wolves. They are built to master you!" I looked from Killian’s broken, shivering form back to the frozen bypass lever in front of me. The blue mist of the null-field was rapidly creeping up the iron handle, threatening to lock the mechanism permanently. If I touched it with my bare hands, the cold would stop my hea

corridor narrowed. Sloped downward. Then broke open into a cavern carved from the mountain's heart. Saeris stopped walking. At the chamber's heart stood a ring of silver. As massive as stone slabs, shaped like a gateway, or a door to nowhere. It looked less built than unearthed, as if the mountain had been split open to reveal it. Three shallow steps led up to the base. Gold runes were etched around the frame—on each slab of silver stone. The air tasted different here. Metallic. Electric. Like standing too close to lightning about to strike. Saeris had seen silver before. Weapons. Trinkets. Chains. Never like this. Never gathered in such impossible quantities. “What’s—” “This place?” Sa

But they stood like a living wall, blocking our only exit, their silence more terrifying than any battle cry. "Up," I said, pointing to a platform of light that pulsed at our feet. My hand was shaking, and I gripped Kaden’s arm just to feel the solid reality of his leather bracer. "We have to think 'up'. The Spire responds to intent now, not effort."

Eagerly, I began to read. The first chapter was titled "Identifying the Shifter: A Spell of Slumber." my heart pounded in my chest as I devoured the words. It was a spell, a simple but perfect incantation, designed to induce a deep, dreamless sleep in any shapeshifter who heard it. The spell wouldn't harm them, but it would render them unconscious for a short period, long enough for identification. My mind raced. Spies. We were aware that there were spies within the pack, rogues masquerading as loyal members, feeding information to their enemies. This… this spell could be the key to exposing them. It was exactly what Oliver needed.

"Senior, these Torture Spell Worms are not easy to kill. They can't be killed with spiritual energy. Moreover, these Torture Spell Worms are very strange, very small, and they roam in your bloodstream, making it impossible to kill them. A person's body can host two of these Torture Spell Worms, and they become transparent when they sense danger, making it incredibly difficult to detect their presence with psychic power." However, Severin smiled and said, "Perhaps others can't do it, but I should be able to. I know of a certain pill, it's not high-grade, just a low-grade pill, but it has excellent effects on Torture Spell Worms like these." After speaking, he paused and added, "Moreover, to r

=== Item: Pixie Prank Parasol Spores Description: Gives temporary gills to breathe underwater and suffocate without water. === The last moment of his struggle remained vague in Zen’s memory. When did he kill a blue mushroom monster? Either way, he finally knew what that monster was called. The name was a little ridiculous, but it was befitting. Of all the spores he collected, the blue spores had to be his favourite because of the effect. Having temporary gills would be amazing for exploring the lake, and Zen wanted to stock up on blue spores. It could come in handy for other dungeon stages that may require diving.

"Our kingdom depends on it." Cordelia looked up at Eric. His eyes looked different. Like they had listed the spark of life every human carried. His eyes could easily be compared to one drawn on paper: stiff, two dimensional, lifeless. "It's too dangerous." Cornelia said. "The spell may seem like a teleportatation spell, but it's actually a speed spell. Anything can happen. We could crash into an island and crush another ship. The dangers are numerous." "Do you want to be there to save your kingdom?" Roland asked. "Or do you want to regret not doing it for the rest of your life."