The Lone Spellcaster Novels & Stories

Marcia gulped. ‘Why does everyone think my general is so powerful and almighty? He used to make me moon cakes and tea’ Fafnir growled, smoke leaving the edges of his mouth. “Sorry, that is the only dragon I have ever seen, so what’s this about an amonthrul?” Marcia asked, clearing her throat, “We are short on time, and if I’m going to die from it, I would like to know earlier than later.” “It is a spell that ties us to Rex, once he accepts you” Lacey and Minet chimed in at the same time.

the announcer complemented him. “And last but not least, the lone wolf himself, Vandrad Stanier!” Some people in the audience began howling like wolves. “They call him the lone wolf, the self-taught mage from the sacred mountains of the south,” Vandrad moved forward and gave the crowd two quick waves of his hand before stepping back into line. "Lorth had never seen a wizard as powerful as himself, let alone one who was self-taught. You can all see his leather grimoire and Red ruby, indicating that he has attained a level of mastery that only a few people achieve, and not to mention that he has accomplished all of this at such a young age and without the assistance of a master Lorth mage, so

Even in the darkness of this jungle I could see his green eyes staring right back at mine, saying a thousand things to me but I chose to ignore all of them and I raised my hand again the in the air holding that pendant in one of them, I was about to do the spell to kill Elvin and I knew the spell which could do the impossible of killing an immortal, a spell that even Lily was not able to execute, I was going to do that, it was time so I decided to not let my emotions get the best of me and closed my eyes to get the access to the energy of earth and air two most important elements for survival of human being and I was going to access it to make the inevitable a bit more possible and I was pos

Kevin on the other hand was not sobbing uncontrollably. The moment she put her hands on his face and tilted his face to meet hers, I could see her wolf pressing forward in her eyes. “I will never, ever, let anyone harm either of you again.” Her voice came out strong and confident. He fell into her crying, as she wrapped an arm around him and she reached her other arm behind her. Susan jumped off the bed and hopped over to them, throwing herself into them as she sobbed some more. I don't know how long they sat there. From the moment she woke up, I was still in the same place, frozen. It wasn't until her eyes found mine did the spell break.

I had to say the spell and fast before any more distractions came. “The seven eternal elders, I beseech thee, free the dark one for hid eternal prison. Restore to him his body, Make it as whole as the ring. Under the blood moon restore his sight and let him emerge from the underworld in full unparalleled glory. Free the armies of the evil one, and release his armies into this miserable world for he was sealed away by the moon and now, he shall have his revenge…” I was still reciting the spell when a large black wolf with bright glowing green eyes clawed at my face.

Departure The sky was dark gray as clouds filled and covered its blue. The air was thick with anticipation. Warriors, witches, warlocks, dragons, and vampires stood ready, each in their designated positions. Felan stood at the center, her heart steady, her mind clear. Skylar gave her a nod. “Projection spell is ready. As soon as you speak, they’ll hear it.”

Kaelith, mine, and a third one, which I must not say aloud at this moment. Images appear in the bowl like visions: A tree on fire. A broken crown. A wolf swallowing the moon. Kaelith will understand these signs. The Old keeper had taken a long time—he'd been sleeping for too long, but now he had woken up, and it was time to act. This spell I use is very old. No one born after the fall of the first Keepers can understand it. That’s why I’m safe. Later, Marlik comes to visit me.

The pack gathering ground was at this point filled to the brim, every inch of space seemed occupied by murmuring voices and widened eyes. At the center, Nicklaus stood tall. His jaw was clenched, his piercing gaze shifting from the circle of elders to Aragorn. He looked every inch the warrior Alpha he was, but beneath his posture, fury seethed... barely contained. The chief elder was the first to break the silence as he cleared his throat. “This spell,” he said, lifting the fragments of blackened ash in his wrinkled hand, “is not just any spell. It reeks of deep black magic, it is vile, it's been so long I witnessed something like this."

The candlelight bled across the ancient pages of the grimoire, illuminating words of power that had not been spoken in centuries. Soraya’s finger traced the swirling script, her voice a low murmur in the silent tower room. The spell was a simple one, a ward of protection. She had performed it a dozen times before. But tonight, a drop of sweat fell from her brow, smudging a critical sigil. She did not notice.

He was tired and worried. Lucas gathered the herbs he needed to help the spell along. Hopefully it would reach Sybil and not the Mother. Lucas shuddered at that thought; one did not summon the Mother no matter what. He drew the spell from papers in a backpack that leaned up against the stone wall. Now all he had to do was remember to put Sybil’s name in the spell. Lucian leaned against the stone wall, out of the way of Lucas. He seemed to know what he was doing and Lucian did not want to distract him.