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

The shadows seemed to dance around him, emphasizing the twisted contours of his expression. "Your king, Liam, seeks knowledge, seeks power," he continued, his words weaving a tapestry of mystique. "And in this pursuit, he has inadvertently unleashed forces that defy mortal comprehension." I tightened my grip on the torch, trying to maintain composure. The wizard's words resonated with a cryptic weight, leaving me both intrigued and apprehensive. The wizard's eerie laughter reverberated in the dimly lit chamber as I staggered backward, my grip faltering, and the torch clattering to the ground.

Vincent's response was a cryptic smirk, a flash of something unreadable in his eyes before he lunged at me again, his movements deliberately telegraphed. Noah, oblivious to his brother's betrayal, continued his relentless onslaught. Each impact sent jolts of pain through my body, but Vincent's subtle assistance allowed me to dodge the worst of it. I couldn't understand his motives, but I was grateful for this unexpected advantage. The witches' chants grew louder, their voices melding into a sinister symphony that sent waves of dark magic through the clearing. I could feel their spell trying to latch onto me, to drain the essence of my eternal wolf. I fought against it with every fibre of my

His fingers clenched into a fist, and in a flash, he slammed it against the wooden table beside him, shattering its surface. “Enough!” he roared. Yet, unlike others who trembled before him, the old man remained still, unaffected by his rage. “You are not a wolf,” Radolf observed, his voice now controlled, measured. “How long did that take? An hour or almost?” the wizard shot back, not surprised. Radolf said nothing. “I am a wizard,” the man continued, “and I have the power to hide my aura and scent from other kinds.” A brief silence fell. Radolf’s anger dimmed just slightly, curiosity slipping through. “Why are you here?”

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.”

Chanting Chanting, reciting is a form of magic where something is repeated till the outcome of the spell is shown. Chanting spells was rarely used in Chaos And Apocalypse too. While silent spells work themselves out in your mind, not all spells can be said in the mind. The results to forcing powerful spells in your mind can cause madness, mental issues or death. Chanting can be done unlimited times. Spells are written in three languages, Latin, Spanish and English. Chanting is required for spells that need to be outspoken. Most spells are dormant and do not work when they are not changed in the right language.

The world was not alone in its witness. In an underground chamber, lit only by the sputter of black candles, an ancient wizard lifted his head from the dust of forgotten scrolls. His eyes, cataract-white, rolled back in his skull as he hissed, “The Healer awakens. Impossible.” His voice cracked, echoing through halls no human had walked in centuries.

Cadell Marcus said with a cold smile. "Don't dare, don't dare... Please spare your life..." Saying that, the Wizard repeatedly hit Cadell Marcus on the head. At this moment, Allen Old and Big Bear stood on the side, with a completely stupid look on their faces. Because whether it was Waldo Roy Wizard or Cadell Marcus releasing ghosts, they were all invisible, they were not cultivators, and they were not born with Yin and Yang Eyes, so it felt like Waldo Roy Wizard gave Cadell Marcus bowed his head, a little confused.

I could even heard his little gulping while he talking. He is still cutely resisting the urge to eat the whole black bracelet. Awe… he is so cute today. Ano kaya nakain nitong at biglang bumait. And this is perfect! A defence type amulet enough to protect me from harm. “You just need… to chant the… incantation to activate… the spell…” Incantation? Anong incantation naman ang dapat kung sambitin? I could help but to be confused. Akala ko na I just need to say the spell ‘Millefiore’ to activate it. But I guess it was wrong, so this the difference between mages and wizards.

Still, they were very dangerous wizards and not to be trifled with. The Necromancer edged his immense bulk forward in his chair. He stretched his thick arms out over the table, fleshy palms facing down, and began to chant softly. His voice was deep and gravelly; the rhythm of his incantation was slow and repetitive. The others watched closely.

It made the whole place feel still, like the world had paused just for this moment. The wizard lifted his hands and began chanting the ancient mantra. His voice was steady, echoing through the quiet space. Every word hummed through my chest. I watched him closely at first, tension crawling up my spine. After everything with Adrian, trusting anyone felt dangerous. But Zane had checked the cage before we came here. He assured me Adrian was still locked inside, unable to shift or escape. I forced myself to breathe and focus. “Place her there,” the wizard said, pointing to the center.