Spell White Magic Novels & Stories

Eliza was silent, and I couldn’t feel her since the mind link was closed, I tried to come up with any spell… anything but I just couldn’t. The white magic grew as more began seeping out from me, and I became weaker and weaker. The pain became strong and all I could do was let out a groan and moan in pain. Their chanting became louder as their voice rose higher and higher and when I couldn’t take the pain anymore I yelled out loudly, making more white mist come out from my body and the next thing I heard was the groans of the witches.

They will all bow down to me. “Mistress”, I heard a voice at the back of me. “What, did I not tell you not to disturb me while I am busy with a spell?” my eyes went flaming as I turned around to look at the person that dared to disturb me. My eyes were white with black around the irises, but when I got angry, bright blue sparks would flash out of them. I see him bowing while his whole body shacks. “I just wanted to let you know that it was done, she turned, and that you were right. She is the white White Wolf”

“What kind of oath?” “The kind that’s worse than death if broken.” My jaw tightens, patience leaving me. He’s stalling, clearly. But then he leans forward, eyes bright with something between desperation and madness. “She casts spells,” he whispers. “She makes people do things . . . and they don’t even know it. That’s how she works. She hides inside you. The White Witch.” “What do you mean?” “Rogues will rise,” he says quietly. I flinch. It’s involuntary. I recover quickly, clear my throat and straighten.

Fox winks taking Colts hands and bringing them up to shoulder level before they close their eyes. I watch in awe as the twins radiate a white light that pushes out to the water, and the sludge of blackness turns into a sparkling blue. The animals that had been bobbing on the water were burned to ash where they sat. I wonder if Chloe's magic is similar to her brothers? I've never seen her use it before. But I can't wait to see it. Right now I can feel it coursing through my veins and it's a heady feeling. I love our magic mingling together.

Sweat beaded on her forehead as she extended her arms, the protective bubble around us glowing brighter. “Prisca,” Jake said, turning to me. “Do you have enough magic left?” “Enough for one more big spell,” I said. He nodded. “Then make it count.” I focused all my remaining energy into a single, powerful burst of light. It erupted from my hands, blinding and searing. The wolves howled as the light tore through them, their bodies dissolving into ash. When the light faded, the clearing was empty. I fell to my knees, my vision swimming.

The wizard would strike his staff on the ground and casted spells aloud and the whole sky would turn dark with great light emitting from the staff and its ray beginning to melt the wolves. It eventually forced the wolves to vanish to the amazement of everyone who watched the scene. Once the wolves were gone, the sky returned back to normal and the wizard turned and smiled at them. “I had thought my sister would help but remembered that she didn’t know how to diffuse the Inca spell” the wizard stated. “What is the Inca spell though?” Levi asked with curiosity written on his face. The wizard smiled and said “It is an ancient spell that diffuse mystical holograms” this amazed everyone and Dawso

The Spell {Decaying Flesh} is a Level 4 Spell, a spell that an Advance Magician can use, but it was a speciality of a Magician that dwells in a Dark Magic mostly. And Just like it’s name, {Decaying Flesh} does what it meant to do literally, as the Knight were still immobile, hold up in the air, their flesh started to rotted, decayed and looks like and ice cream melted from the heat, that is what it looks like in a mere seconds, All the knight that were clad in Armor just simply melt to die, their rotten flesh falls to the floor and became ashes in a mere instant. By the time the bind were gone, what fell on the floor were nothing but a clanking empty armor and just piles of white bones. “[Th

She fastened her gaze on Dominic as the wizard got ready to cast the spell. “Drakmarata numidus,” he called out. He didn’t really need to voice the spell out loud—his centuries of mastering the waziri magic had long ago rendered that unnecessary for most spells—but he did it for Leesa. At the same time as he uttered the magic words, he waved his right hand slowly across his body in front of him. Behind his hand appeared a tall swath of darkness so black Leesa could see nothing inside of it. Dominic had effectively disappeared in the blackness.

Zanicus repeated suddenly, going silent for a few seconds before he places her gently on the ground and he stood. He started to mumble something incoherent when I noticed him draw out his magic, pure white turning into black making me gasp. His back was turned to me, but I could see his hair turning white as he performs a spell. But then he stops, and he whips around and looked at me dead in the eye. His eyes were blood-red, no longer the color of soft blue ones that gazed tenderly into his mate’s eyes. “You,”

With gratitude and reverence I cast this spell, Liberate the werewolves, release them from this hell, So mote it be. This time a zing of magic passes up through my arm from mother nature herself and my body becomes a vessel of light and power. I can feel the magic working through me. White Claw chants the incantation along with me now and I feel him pulling energy from the light of the Moon. Sparks of light start to emanate from him. The carvings from the stone stretch out across his body and glow an ethereal blue. The light is dim but beautiful.