The Lone Spellcaster Novels & Stories

The Echoing Pulse: A spell that releases a silent wave of energy, knocking back anyone within a five-foot radius and giving the caster a moment to breathe. Edan leaned back, crossing his arms with a satisfied look. "As you can see, that volume is dedicated solely to the art of defense. Books like that are a massive hassle to track down. Most grimoires try to cover everything at once, but a book that focuses on mastering a single discipline? That’s a rare find."

“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.”

Lose the clarity of your gaze, from this moment you will see no more! Jeanne yelps, the spell has worked, she has gone blind. She spreads her trembling hands in front of her and growls. —Very good trick. I must admit, it is... uncomfortable not being able to see where I'm going. - She advances in my direction and I run away without turning my back on her.

He said. "Can you?" Wayne asked shifting his position so Paula can join them. "I can, but she kicks doors down fairly easily, so that's a problem" "Put a spell on her then?" "None of my spells can overpower Elaine's, if I put a submissive spell on Tala and Elaine uses hers to call Tala in, it will break the hold my spell has" Hector said and looked at Jasper "What about you? Can you cast a strong enough spell?" "No..." Jasper said and smiled "But who needs spells these days right? How many chains do you think can hold a werewolf?"

He has always shown a frail and stupid appearance to deceive his foes and so that nobody could prevent his plan from succeeding. Without a word, Lila showed us the result of her drawing. I couldn’t repress my discomfort that I was swept back behind the mirror. The first thing that a mage learns is to keep focus so that the spell wouldn’t break down, but I made a beginner’s mistake. As I looked back, the difference in the sphere’s colour bothered me, it was a perfect dark purple, but right now it turned into a completely black, plunging me into a darkness that I didn’t expect.

The time for the full moon ritual was drawing near, and Dante's focus was unyielding. Isabella, known as the Enchantress, exuded an aura of mystique. Her eyes glimmered with an otherworldly light as she chanted ancient incantations, weaving intricate spells that danced around the room. The air shimmered with illusions, distorting the perception of reality and ensnaring the senses. Alistair, the Elemental, stood tall and composed, his presence radiating an elemental force. He harnessed the power of fire, water, earth, and air, each element at his command. Flames flickered at his fingertips, water swirled around him, the earth beneath his feet trembled, and gusts of wind swirled around the cha

He pressed a finger against his smiling lips. Bastard. Orion began the spell, murmuring words in the ancient language. The guttural sounds filled the room, melding with the heady aroma of fresh blood. Lightning flashed through the windows, illuminating the darkness for but a few measly seconds, while a clap of thunder shook the floors. He raised the chalice above his head and shouted the final words of the revealing spell, but nothing happened. “See?” One of his pale brows lifted. “No magic, no godly blood. She’s an ordinary, mortal wolf.”

Sweat clung to his dark skin, running down his face in rivulets as he raised his arms and threw back his head. “Mortuos voco! Pro nobis pugna! Domum nostram defende!” Sterling shouted, his voice low and haunting. “I call forth the dead! Fight for us! Defend our home!” Shit, this wasn’t good. A spell like that would drain him like a fucking juice box. What had to have been at least one hundred wisps of smoke rose from the cracks in the ground. They quickly reformed, taking on the shape of human and wolf alike. Two glowing eyes, the color of polished rubies, shone from within each one.

But Chloe just keeps staring in our direction, her gaze unfocused as if she's staring into space. Chloe shrugs, apparently giving up on finding us, and turns to head back inside. Winter continues to shout, but the Hunter holding her speaks up, his voice gruff and authoritative. "Don't bother calling out. She can't hear you. We're inside a boundary spell. No human eye can see what's happening here." Mr. Wand Hunter, as I've nicknamed him, points his wand at Winter and mutters something in a language that sounds older than dirt. "Lēaƀe hēo and nefre gemunaþ ƀe hƀā hēr gelamp."

"Why is he acting like this?" His shrugging shoulders contain sarcasm. "Because you cage him." "No, I mean," my voice lowers in dismay, "he's been like this ever since he died." Gradually, I sat in front of the cage, sticking my eyes at Hessuel who's been glaring at me like a powerful prey. I unleash my spellbook and with dear compassion, I recite the spell. A big enchast appeared underneath our feet and the rings of its light levitate around us unsteadily. This spell feels cold but the wind it blows whistles a certain melody that would tame the wolf.