Spell Staring Novels & Stories

Rogart slowly raised his right hand and the golden glow that surrounded him instantly condensed into a golden palm print that rushed toward Skylar. The golden palm print was getting bigger and bigger till it had grown tens of meters in diameter as it appeared before Skylar, sealing all his possible paths of escape. For a moment, many people present held their breath in trepidation for Skylar. Skylar’s expression turned solemn. He gripped onto his Dark Battle saber and discharged his power, causing a dazzling ray of light shot out from his Dark Battle saber in an instant. Three cold words escaped from Skylar's mouth. "Crush Heaven Spell!"

Apple whispered, stroking my back while Scarlette stroked my head and mopped my face with a handkerchief. The place was quiet with only soft murmurs reverberating. "It's a target spell," Kira's voice spoke higher than everyone else's. "I've seen this spell and I'll know the caster anywhere. It's a spell from the black witch, Nero," "Nero?!" Jerry shouted. "Well fuck!"

Her head bled profusely as Spark's mom laid unconscious on the ground. Spark witnessing all this stood up with rage and ran to his mother. "Mom!!!! Mom!!!" he screamed out shaking her body repeatedly. "May!! Dad!!" Spark shouted looking towards the mansion as they both rushed out. "She needs urgent care" Spark said handing his mom over to his dad. "awwn!! Momma gonna die" Stella spoke faking a sympathy "You bitch" Spark shouted as he tried using his Kinesis on her since his close range attacks were useless. "that old trick can't work on me again" Stella elucidated as she raised up her left hand revealing a silver coloured wrist like device on her wrist.

I used the 90% time of Samil's presentation to concentrate on casting my spell. "Take out the cor inane and place it on the table," I said quietly, covering my mouth so no one could see my lips move. I was trying to concentrate solely on Victor Artois, but the distractions were coming from everywhere. When the other members started to ask Samil questions concerning the presentation, focusing on Victor Artois became impossible. I couldn't make him look into my eyes for even a second, and an eye contact was crucial for my spell to work. "He was glaring at me non-stop before Samil's presentation started! Why can't he take a simple glimpse at me now while I try to put a spell on him?!" I whined

His dark eyes flashed with annoyance as he cast a sharp, searing look toward his assistant, who stood only a few steps away from them. “Hold on, don’t glare at me like that, Master Gaara,” Stella said calmly, unfazed by the intensity of his stare. “I raised my voice on purpose. Because if I hadn’t, you probably wouldn’t have realized that your friend has been waiting for you at the kitchen door this whole time.”

The stranger in the robe mumbled a bunch of strange spells, and I felt like bugs were biting me all over. It hurt so much that I could not help but yell. "Shane, Wren! What are you doing to me?" Shane watched me in pain and laughed like a madman. "Hahaha, we're using a spell from Southwind Asira to transfer all my sickness and bad reactions to you! How else am I supposed to have fun with the ladies later?"

(kor-po-reh tor-pens, loo-pus see-lens, mem-brah ree-gen-tee-ah) The wolf whom the spell was intended for had a very similar reaction with the other, his eyes flashed white and all his muscles let loose as he fell from the balcony like a log of wood. “Suscipio!” The body stopped mid-air, “are you on crack Rune? You could have killed him.” “But I didn't, besides that's more like it,shorter spells.” “I don't have time for this, let's make it out of here first.” Orion said as he went back to fighting.

Her gaze was locked onto me, her expression unreadable, but there was a warning in her eyes. "Care to share with the class what the three key components of a successful spell are?" she asked, her tone dry. I exhaled sharply, my fingers curling into my palm. "Form, intent, and precision," I said, my voice steady despite the way my pulse spiked. She nodded, her gaze lingering on me for just a second longer before she turned back to the class. "Correct," she said, her tone approving. "And why are these components essential?" A hand shot up in the front row… Elara, her dark eyes sharp, her posture rigid. "Because without form, the spell lacks structure," she said, her voice confident. "Without i

Xavier shouted, rushing to her side. She groaned, pushing herself up, only to hiss in pain as a sharp sting radiated from her palm. Xavier ran to his room to fetch the first aid kit. Blood welled from a gash on her hand, dripping onto the floor. Slowly, she lifted her hand onto her neck to ensure the pendant was still intact. The moment the blood touched the pendant, it flared to life, glowing with an intense, golden-blue light. Stella gasped as warmth surged through her, a vibration resonating in her chest.

I walked into hell by myself, knowing there was no other way but to keep moving. "Spells. We have been at this topic for a month and I would be happy if we concluded it this week. What other name is a spell called in ancient Egypt"? Mr. Gregory was astonished by the character the students portrayed while in class. Some were sleeping while others were busy pressing their phones. I could have sworn that I saw my classmates kissing. I knew the answer to the question for sure but that didn't mean I was going to answer the question, just the same way I never answered any questions Mr. Gregory asked.