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

I tapped his cheeks, "Please open your eyes and tell me what to do? Why did you have to confront him?" "Your blood" he rasped and I was confused, "my blood?" "I was bitten by him, and a werewolf fang on a wizard is fatal, only the blood of a witch or wizard can neutralize its poison" "Alright, just tell me what to do" "Take a chalk, draw a circle and place me within it, then walk around the circle seven times chanting the karachika mantra, then cut yourself and let the blood drop on the injury"

Mia's Pov I stood alone in the heart of the woods, my voice echoing through the trees as I chanted the spell over and over again. Each repetition felt like a desperate plea, but the magic refused to respond. Frustration gnawed at me as I clutched the book of enchantments, flipping through its pages to ensure I hadn’t missed a single detail. The words were right, the movements were precise—so why the hell wasn’t it working?

Some howled, and the rest bolted into the trees, newly reborn. But Wayne? He just stood there, now shaking beneath the moon’s judgment. The drums beat louder. The sigils sparked. But inside him… nothing happened. No shift took place in his name, no claws sharpened to draw lines on the ground, and no howl burned in his throat. There was just an unbearable silence. The wizard tried again just for him. A second chant and a harsher rite. Sacred herbs burned for the sake of Wayne, their smoke polluting the air around him

With bated breath, he raised his hands, their trembling a reflection of the gravity of the task at hand. Summoning the profound depths of his ancient power, the wizard began to utter incantations that resonated with the very essence of creation. His voice, a vessel of magic and history, echoed through the chamber, infusing the air with an ethereal presence. As he muttered the sacred words, the encompassing energy responded, swirling with an otherworldly luminescence. Threads of enchantment wove through the room, like ephemeral tendrils seeking out the venom's hold on the king's body. With each chant, the wizard's hands seemed to dance, delicately tracing invisible patterns in the air.

I looked at her and her lips are moving but no sound was heard. I looked at Nick and he shrugged. My eyes turned to Zeke and his eyes were closed, his lips are also moving but no sound was heard. They are combining a chant. ‘Never saw a male wolf, uh, enchantress? What’s that called?’ Nick said in our mind. ‘Wizard. Warlock? I’m not sure.’ I haven’t saw a male wolf perform chants but now. It was a magic mastered perfectly by female. This is a new sight from us.

“Listen to me, boy. You won’t bring justice by charging into the lion’s den bare-chested. If you go now, you’ll be another corpse they forget.” James glared at him. “Then what? What do I do, wait until they wipe out what’s left of my people?” “No,” the wizard said. “You become the weapon they never see coming.” He turned and motioned for James to follow. Inside the wizard’s cottage, the air thickened with the scent of old parchment, bitter herbs, and something faintly metallic. The wizard walked to a large stone basin and began chanting in an ancient tongue. He tossed in dried herbs, crushed bone powder, and a vial of dark liquid that sizzled as it hit the hot water.

“I am glad to see you.” “I told you, I’m ready.” I said softly. “Then stand in the circle,” he instructed. I stepped in, the flames flickering. My chest tightened. “What will happen to me?” “You will see flashes,” the old wizard explained. “Faces, places, maybe even pain. But I’ll be here. You won’t be alone.” I took a deep breath. “Alright. Let’s begin.” The old wizard stepped in and lifted his hands and began chanting words I didn’t understand. The air grew heavy, warm, full of power.

“This is not fair at all. Don’t you have shame?!” I thought he just told me that I can’t win with my attacks. I tilted my head and examined his face, enough for him to get annoyed even more. “You said it, I’m a witch. I don’t do swords. How am I supposed to fight you then?” “Calista Harmony!” he yelled my name with his eyes seem to pop out.

It was feeding off of their resistance. I wanted to open my mouth—to tell them both to stop moving. But before I could, a low murmur of chanting filled the room. It was soft at first—only a few of the wizards chanting in unison. But before long, the sound rose through the chamber. Strange syllables echoed in sync with dozens of voices—like they were all speaking as one. Chills walked up my arms, casting my body in gooseflesh. What is this…? What are they doing?

At first, he was afraid but he braced up and walked to the gate. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "Open the gate," the wizard replied. "You must be crazy to tell me to open the gate. Get away from here before I raise an alarm!" the guard yelled. Suddenly, the wizard blew a black powder on his face and he became hypnotized and was gazing at the wizard as if he was in a trance. "Now, I command you to open the gate," the wizard said in a whisper. Without hesitation, the guard opened the gate and the wizard and the two witches walked through the gate.