Spell Spirits Novels & Stories

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.

Wise Wisdom replied to Mikel. But did he just say a reason? yes of course there is a vital reason behind Mikel's spirit of scared which Wisdom can sense. We all noticed what happened the last time he tried to fight with others, just that little time he tried to be brave, he turned to evil instead. An evil that the whole team didn't stop and can't even stop, which means that Mikel's power is extraordinary, and that simply indicates that apart from being a werewolf, Mikel has the power of another supernatural being.

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.

They hadn’t expected that the lurking force was actually an evil spirit. The term "evil spirit" sounded deeply malevolent, and for good reason. Evil spirits were dark, corrupt entities that absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Their primary sustenance came from feeding on the power of beasts and humans, disrupting the natural balance. These spirits were often the lingering remnants of beings—whether beasts, humans, or others—who had died but failed to fully disappear. They had instead turned into malevolent beings. Tyron and the Violet Rain Bird's expressions darkened. The former looked at Adrian, feeling helpless. “This lurking creature seems to be at the Divine Stage, on par

Chad grabbed Ruby, who was deeply embedded in the ground, and pressed down on her lower abdomen before throwing her out! Dark Phoenix flew to retrieve Ruby and thanked Chad. "Thank you!" "Wait!" Chad asked her, "What's a guiding spirit?" Dark Phoenix carried Ruby on her back and said, "A guiding spirit is your past life. It exists in a special space. It's summoned by certain high-level members of the Zenith Organization using special techniques. It's used to guide specific people when they join the Zenith Organization! You can also understand it as brainwashing!" Chad was stunned by her explanation. So, the ghost represented his previous life?

My spells had driven all of them here. I tilted my head up, and I could see a massive dark mist circling in the air as if it were trying to break free from an invisible cage. The trapped spirits. I did it.

From the rocky ground, vibrant green-blue glowing symbols emerge, weaving an arcane tapestry in the air. Ethereal spirits materialize, their forms flickering in and out of existence like shadows in the moonlight. With a triumphant smile, the Sorceress addresses the spirits, her voice echoing through the cave. "Feast, my ethereal companions. The vessel is weak and defenseless, unable to resist your hunger any longer." The spirits, hungry and malevolent, converge around me with an eerie anticipation. Their translucent forms undulate, drawn to the lingering essence of my blood that hangs in the air like an unspoken invitation.

“What kind of spell?” “I want to see who was here. It’s a divining spell. I have to be very specific about what I want and then it will show me. In this case, I’m going to ask it to show me who was here. It’s a bit more complicated than that, but that’s the gist.” She says, moving to the center of the room.

"My guess is that those are the markings of the phoenix which gives you the ability to use fire magic." "You mean the bird that just flew in me? I wasn't expecting that. What was that?" "They're called animal spirits. They're celestial beings that too carry the holds of magic. Once fused with a caster, that caster will gain abilities in which they can use without the use of Monarian language. It's called physical magic. Physical magic is way more powerful than Monarian spells and can give you the ability to break through them." He started looking at me strangely. "How'd you release your power?"

I just don’t know why my parents forbid me from using it but it appears to me that it will just cause me danger so I have no reasons in using so. “Happy Birthday Crystal!” A familiar voice coming from behind me really surprised me. The voice came from Kirk Robinson, my friend at Pyronia Island where we once lived. “Thanks for coming! Who are you with? I thought you’ll not be able to come but you did! You really are amazing.” Kirk gave me a slight hug before handing me his present. He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds.