Spell Spirits Novels & Stories

Soiling herself in the shadows. Someone’s daughter, someone’s little girl. But she was foul—one of the foul spirits corrupting this place. Haunting, infesting it, bringing such ruin and disdain upon it. So the old, bitter rage surged in him again, rising up, frothing over, and his transfiguration commenced. His flesh began changing its shape, mutating, function and form, adapting to the task at hand; glowing with a phosphorescent aura one minute, becoming midnight-black and crawling over his frame the next. Tendons and ligaments visibly stretched, cartilage tore. Bones were splintering.

“A healer can remove the spell depending on how long it’s been in place. I’m guessing Dominic has had this spell on him for a while, since Taryn could only lift it temporarily.” “What is this spell?” I ask, watching her search through her book, her body tense and her eyes avoiding ours. “Spirit control,” she says. “Used to control the actions and words of another. Kind of like voodoo. The one being controlled can’t remember doing anything their controller forced them to do. They experience longer and longer blackout periods. If they’re strong, they can fight against it, but again, the longer it’s in place, the harder it is for them to fight it off.”

Each test pushed me to my limits, both physically and mentally. After what felt like hours, I entered a vast chamber lit by a soft, ethereal glow. In the center stood a towering figure, the spirit of an ancient werewolf guardian. His form shimmered with power, and his eyes glowed with an otherworldly light. "Emily," he said, his voice resonating through the chamber. "You have come far, but your journey is not yet complete. You must prove your worthiness to wield the power of your ancestors."

I teased, crossing my arms, “It’d be a good chance for me to practice the spirit spells"" The spirit spells were one of the high-ranked spells not yet taught to us due to it's high level of complexity. It allowed a witch to communicate with the spirit of a dead one but because of how demanding and complex the spell was to perform,we had not been taught it yet. Too many dangers and risks revolved around it. He let out a strangled laugh shaking his head with a grin “If you ever use that on me, Ror, I’m haunting you till you lose that smug smile.”

The cooldown period reduces as the user grows stronger. Path: Spiritualist Description: As a Spiritual King, your power is now at a level above that of most. Chaos begs to do your bidding and seeks your approval. You are now capable of casting an innumerable number of Low Level Leases and several more Mid-Level Leases. With Chaos at your right hand and destruction at your left, you now have the power to command 25 High Level Leases, and 7 King Level Leases. NB: With the aid of a Chaotic Staff, a few of these King Leases could be stored to prevent a lengthy activation period. Chaos has longed for you for so long. It has missed its prodigal son. And to show its love, it blesses you with two, n

"Agni Spirit of the blazing fire, heed my command. Appear in my front, and destroy my enemy with your hands." "Sylphid of the elegant wind, hear my voice. Help me protect my people, help me defeat my enemy." Merlin summoned two spirits and used them to defeat Luci. Agni the Spirit of the blazing fire, is a high class spirit that even the Spirit King of the fire acknowledges his strength. Sylphid of the elegant wind, is a middle class spirit. Despite being a middle class, Sylphid is still a powerful spirit that even the other sages could not ignore her strength.

Aurora argued. The man was thinking if he should tell her something that was the reason why he decided not to get Elinor yet. You see, although they came from the clan of witches, The Spirits never really identify themselves to what kind of creature they are. They were not witches, definitely not werewolves, and even more so, they were not vampires. Because they are far superior to any of the creatures mentioned. But it is true that the only thing that can match their strength was the power of a were-witch hybrid.

I crumpled to the ground and looked up at him, willing my vision to clear. Shakily, I stood and summoned whatever spirit was near to help fight him off; Two spirits that I had not seen around appeared and I willed them the ability to pick up objects and the spirits started fighting Colonel Delano punching him with evil grins on their faces, unlike the spirits I usually used these were completely black and felt wrong somehow. Ignoring the warning in my head, I commanded one spirit to pick up a rock; it flew by, hitting him in the head. I smirked as it made contact.

Chike shouted at Gerald "Because I am devils son! I work for him! and my spirit belongs to hell!" Gerald replied to him. "Devil is my father!" Gerald added as he laughs at them. "Gerald no you are n..." Kambiri who just stepped into their midst tried to console him but Gerald yelled at him. "Of course I am... devil's son!" Gerald yelled at him. "Why do you say so, you don't have to..?" Kamdiri still trying to ask a question but Gerald interrupted.

I drew a small blade across my palm, the sting barely registering as I dripped the blood into the bowl rippling the moon's reflection. “Per sanguinem et memoriam, Per lunam quae videt omnia, Revela vestigia quae latent, Oculi arcani, ostendite mihi matrem meam.” I started chanting the spell, the winds picked up, soft at first, then sharp, my heart beat faster hoping it would work. I heard a twig snap and looked up for a second, feeling watched but I didn't have time to dwell on that, I continued to stay focus and chanted it again.