Spell Thought Novels & Stories

My first meeting with her. “Freku sa tilolo fis eku nas ti lalin.” He chants, making the whole place instantly dirt-free. “And here I was, thinking it’s -ti lalon.” I say about the spell “Ti lalon or ti lalin, can go both ways depending on who is using it; A warlock or a Witch.” He tells me “Well, I did know that some words are gender specific but I just never thought it would have to do with a single letter.” I mutter thoughtfully

Hilda pouted and punched the bricks of the cemetery. "You know what they say about friends and enemies?" Dad cocked a brow at an indifferent Hilda. "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer?" I raised my chin and studied the environment of the cemetery. The gate was opened but we couldn't step in because of the boundary spell. Everywhere is eerie silent and there is no creature in sight. "Correct. I know you always inherited your smartness from me." Dad ruffled my hair and gave me a cheeky smile that revealed his deep-rooted dimples.

"Hurry Axel, let's do the spell, so we can find Lucy and explain everything to her and alpha Killian." They began the spell, and Axel wasn't kidding when he said he was terrible at Latin. After they started the spell a dozen times, they finally got it right. The room began to shake, and the shelves fell from the walls with a loud crash. Axel's nose began to bleed, and Ellens's eyes were glowing like fireflies in the dark night.

Only a sect with incredible heritage could possess such advanced spell compression techniques. Usually, even shortened spells contained hints of the original incantation if you listened carefully. Hence, when Chase used his technique a second time, Paul paid close attention, hoping to figure out the complete spell. Yet Chase really had said just one word, and somehow that single syllable unleashed devastating magic! This made no sense at all. How could one word do so much? Paul stood frozen in shock as countless tiny Silly Huskies swarmed toward him. Within seconds, the black and white wave completely overwhelmed him.

"Class, don't worry because those problems that you were experiencing right now is just normal. But once you get used to it in the future, you'll eventually learn to enchant it and master it by heart." "By the way, I also have a CHORE SPELL. This kind of spell is usually used in households. You can apply this one once you go back to your homeland." TA PIÁTA PLÝNETE TON EAFTÓ SAS1 This spell allows the dishes to wash itself. It was more like a telekinesis ability. Thus it requires a bit of focus, as sometimes things might end up messy if one's losses control over it. "The enchantment of this spell should sound like, 'Tafyata-Plinititon-Yaftho-Sas'..."

"Elias Fay, Earl Fay's Daughter." The brief introduction came to an end as a barrage of spells commenced. 'May the God of Ice rain the frost to her foes!' 'Snowstorm!' Snowstorm, a powerful ice elemental spell, was her spell. Its power was comparable to that of a Rare tier skill. The benefit of having a system is that I can already identify every single spell as long as I see the magic circle. The torrent of ice shards rained down on me, leaving a trail of chilly air in its wake.

Realizing the situation he slowly shifted back to his human form, glaring at Athena's hologram. “Black magic?” Alpha Axel asked, his face etched with curiosity. “Alpha Axel?” Rachel's mouth fell open as she stared at him. “The spell, it worked,” Davina pointed at Athena's hologram. Her face flickered as a bright smile slowly appeared on her face. “It worked,” she shouted, tightly hugging Hailey. “Spell?” Alpha Axel asked, his face contorted with confusion as he darted his eyes at each of the girls. “It’s popularly known as the revealing death spell, it allows you to know if a person's dead or alive and sometimes it allows you to talk to the dead” Alpha Cole explained squatting near the large

Suddenly, a tiny burst of colorful sparks erupted from the tip of her wand, and a small scroll materialized in her hand. "This, my friend, is the 'Rhyme-Rite' spell," she explained, unrolling the scroll. "It's foolproof, guaranteed to make anyone rhyme for a day!" I marveled at the intricate symbols and enchanting words inscribed on the scroll. "This is incredible, Sophie! So, how do we use it?" With a mischievous grin, Sophie whispered the instructions. "We just need to recite this incantation and point our wands at the person we want to rhyme. But remember, we must use our powers wisely, and only for the sake of mischief and good fun!"

The hum had deepened into a pulse, uneven and wrong, as though the room itself had grown a heartbeat. “Lily.” Kaid’s voice was tight. “Something’s wrong. Is it supposed to do that?” I stood instantly, every nerve in my body on edge. “No,” I whispered. “It isn’t.” “Purple means destabilization.” I said rushing to help. “What does that mean?” Kaid demanded. “It means the spell’s tearing itself apart!” I dropped my book and began chanting, hands weaving frantically through the air. “If they don’t come out soon, they’ll be lost inside her mind forever.”

“Please, don’t do this. It’s not worth it. Don’t pay the price.” Tears instantly blur my vision, blurring the terrible words on the page. I can barely speak. Isla screams in my mind, a chaotic, loud roar. "Don’t listen to the projections! Focus! Finish the spell!" I choke back a raw sob and force the final, burning words out, my voice shaking with grief and effort. The last line of the spell burns my tongue, bitter as the taste of blood. "...by shadow’s grace and light’s disdain, Return what’s lost, undo the chain.”