The Lone Spellcaster Novels & Stories

It must be hard tumbling around in someone's pocket. "Now, we don't have much time," Owlyn spoke again. "The Groundsler would come looking for us here. You have to break the spell." "I told you I don't know how to..." "It's the poem," this time it was the frog who spoke. Cassandra tossed the frog from her hands with a yelp of surprise. She still hadn't gotten used to her speaking ability yet, and it freaked her out. In fact, after the fear of death wore off, Cassandra started to view the frog with the same squeamish uneasiness again.

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 Damon

Blaise watches with rapt attention, and Selene glances outside, where night has finally fallen. This time instead of darkness, she summons the moon – the same pearly light she glowed with the night we met in the alley. It spills from her chest, spiraling towards the spellcaster like a bullet from a gun. I cannot watch any longer when a trio of wolves bear down on me. Dispatching them quickly, I turn to my next opponents, tearing at their vulnerable underbellies with my teeth and claws, breaking bones, ripping flesh and striking them down without mercy.

It was all thanks to her mother that she was able to get hold of the crux of the matter and deal with it properly. “ A spell that was written by a dark magic user can only be unravelled by a dark magic user,” Levy explained when Logan continued to look confused. “ The spell that has been cast on Lily is a dark magic spell and this is the reason why only someone who knows dark magic can help her since I cannot look for the pieces of her soul with my magic and you are unsuccessful as well, then it can only mean that her soul has been bounded by something that cannot be found with a normal spell but louster is different, they are created by the dark mage users. As long as we use one of those lo

Everything he did was to keep his child safe. I turned back to my grandma, and she nodded to the house. “Close your eyes. Focus on the spell. The words will come.” I nodded and faced the cabin. Shutting my eyes and turning my entire focus to the spell I was weaving. The statues that had sucked in every drop of Carl’s sacrifice stood as beacons, power overflowing from them. The spell, a net cast over the cabin, was strong, but I could feel the weak spots. The spell was left unfinished, and if left this way, the woven threads would weaken, shredding apart at those weak points.

Raised to defend Born to be free Night is day Day is night It's time to shine

Bastiana went to them and begun to cause them migraines and drain their magic. Lucindo chanted some incantations and Hilda was flung aggressively to the grave. She stood up and tried to attack the warlock but she was glued to the spot. It was a freaking boundary spell and of course, she was inside the circle drawn with white powder and other ingredients. At this point, I knew I had to re-strategize. If with all immense strength thrown the warlock's way and he was able to overcome easily and still overpower everyone then other tactics must be applied.

Their glowing eyes and grotesque forms make it clear that we’re outnumbered and outmatched. This is a losing battle. I glance around at my guards, their faces resolute despite the odds. I won’t let them die for me, not again. Making my decision, I drop to my knees, pressing my trembling hands to the dirt beneath me. The memory of my mother's voice fills my mind, guiding me. My lips move almost instinctively as I recite the spell from her memory. The earth rumbles violently beneath us. A wave of magic surges through me, radiating outward like a shockwave. The creatures howl in terror as they begin to disintegrate, their bodies turning to ash and scattering on the wind.

When the final sigil burned itself into existence, the room went dark, every candle snuffed out. And then, one by one, each flame reignited, brighter, whiter. A perfect execution of Umbralis Lux, the forbidden counterbalance of shadow and light. Professor Halden’s monocle nearly fell off. “By the gods,” he whispered. “Perfection.” The others clapped nervously. None of them had dared attempt the spell. None except me. At the back of the hall, my friend Samuel Johnson — tall, broad-shouldered, still boyish in his grin — clapped the loudest.

"Show me how." The urgency of the matter pressed upon me like a physical weight. I pulled out a dusty, leather-bound grimoire from my satchel, the pages filled with archaic runes and spells passed through the generations. My fingers fluttered through the pages until I found what I was looking for. "This spell is designed to bind one's mental pathways, making them invisible to those who would seek to trespass," I said, my voice taking on a teacher-like tone. We spent the next hour, under that blanket of stars, reciting incantations and forming protective circles around Crystal, drawing upon the latent power of the forest and the steadfast shine of the moon.