The Other World's Wizard Does Not Chant Novels & Stories

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

On the far end of the page, a bird soared high with a ring of fire placed around one of it's legs. There weren't any spell written on this one, and that intrigued me even more. There wasn't any words on this particular artist's impression, and that clear meant something. Channelling spells weren't easy to come by, in fact my mother used to tell me that no living witch in other parts of the world could perform that.

Cazer's voice lacking in any empathy, the leader of the Moon Gate Guardians merely smirked at the reply as he permitted an equally cold agreement, “Quite.” Obviously exhausting the words they had to exchange with one another, the rogue wizard nodded his head in the direction of the two witches on either side of him. This motion acting as some sort of cue for them to launch their assault, they both began to mutter separate incantations. The dialect, a turbulent medley of an ancient dialect Allen had never heard before, he took a step backward as the dead began to rise from the ground. Hovering less than a foot above the floor and its debris, they moved unnaturally as if manipulated by invisib

I lightly traced the pattern like I could touch him. These words were written: The old wizard said aloud, “Can you see what I can do?”

Astrid’s POV: My saviour witch, Helena, stood in the center of a circle of candles, each flickering with a different colored flame. With her eyes closed, she chanted in an unfamiliar language, causing the air around her to shimmer and twist as if reality was bending under the immense power of her spell. Suddenly, a burst of energy erupted from the circle, sending a shockwave through the room. When she opened her eyes, a small object materialized in her hand, glowing with an otherworldly light. She smiled, knowing that her little ritual had been successful.

Without a word, the wizard gestured for Maddie and Darren to approach, their footsteps echoing softly against the floorboards. Darren's heart pounded in his chest as he entered the room, his gaze fixated on the figure lying before him. Lucy, his love, lay there like a sleeping angel, her chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. But her features were etched with an emptiness that sent a shiver down Darren's spine. The wizard's voice broke the heavy silence, resonating with a melodic timbre that held an air of authority. "Leave us," the wizard commanded, their voice carrying a weight of power that brooked no argument.

No normal could see them, for they are wrapped with incantations from their best wizards. Burning out from his curiosity, he leaned and started to speak. "Hey you, normal! Can you see me?"

But enough. Kaelric’s voice cracked through the corridor like thunder. “You have two minutes to identify yourself. Or else.” “That won’t be necessary, prince.” The wizard's voice was calm, too calm. “He can’t hide in darkness.” He raised both arms. His lips moved fast. Ancient words spilled out like venom. “Radahnus enrako benetera! Radahnus enrako benetera…” My gaze darted to the sconces. No. He was summoning the flames back.

“You just need… to chant the… incantation to activate… the spell…” Incantation? What incantation should be said? I could help but to be confused. I thought I just needed to say the spell 'Millefiore' to activate it. But I guess it was wrong, so this is the difference between mages and wizards. "What incantation should be said, Droon?" I asked because I don't remember anything. "Tch... did you forget... the poem... written in the... card?" Droon replied in a grumpy way.

I replied. Beta Casren and Alpha Garren simultaneously stomped the ground with wolf paws, creating a thud that swallowed the sound. Mira flattened the air—the world held its breath. In that void, Lysander sliced through the enemy’s chant with a white note too pure for darkness to contain. The chant shattered; the black wizards jerked, some kneeling while clutching their ears. “Now!” I shouted. Our second row broke through, tearing apart their formation before the rhythm returned.