Ubw Chant Novels & Stories

They must chant for a hundred and eight times without any mistake. Loud inhumane noises ricocheted across the eerie walls of the cave. Leaves and dust circled them, and the heavy wind tried to knock them off balance. Andrew shut his eyes tighter, chanting with a fervor fueled by his pain. Their lips never stopped the words. When the hundred and eighth chant left their lips, the chaos stopped. A deafening silence fell upon them.

And the chant began: > “Elunari. Elunari. The Gate will burn. The blood will rise.” ---

"But remember, the chant must be in unison, and your intentions pure." Darius stepped forward, his voice strong, "Then let's not waste any time. Teach us the chant." The Celestial Being began reciting a series of rhythmic verses, its voice resonating with an otherworldly cadence. The group quickly tried to memorize the verses, their urgency palpable. As the shadowy hand was mere feet away from them, they began the chant in unison, their voices echoing throughout the vast expanse. Orion held the mirror high above his head, and it began to radiate a brilliant light, pushing back against the encroaching darkness.

I was hearing odd chants around my axis now and soon I got a peek at the people that were making the chants. They looked like elder werewolves as I saw grey hairs but then they were all clothed in black— from head to toe. I thought that was strange until I paid attention to the contents of their chant. “The Tenth hour is almost upon us.” “Make way for the light that comes with just cause.” “And prepare her vessel who lingers among us.” They were chanting these lines repeatedly and soon, Stranger Things happened. With their chants, the wind seemed to be calming down, and seconds later, I could see the strange group properly.

The sentiment is no less fierce or powerful now than it would have been on the battlefield. My grandfather begins the chant and he is answered by the crowd of men and women. As the chant continues, the men move, arms over their heads, kneeling on the ground and pounding their fists into the dirt, hands clapping against their forearms. The women chant loudly, their hands waving with the wiri. The outpouring of raw emotion, well wishes, and pride. Grandfather: Tika Tonu! (What is right is always right!) Response: U-e! (Indeed!)

" Suddenly my eyebrows rose when I felt the sudden drop in temperature inside the basement, the extremely hot atmosphere around the basement suddenly become chilled, it feels like I was inside the freezer right now. When I looked at Elena her eyes were already closed and she was gripping at the cauldron tightly. “By air and earth By water and fire, So be you bound, As I desire. By three and nine, Your power I bind. By moon and sun, My will be done. Sky and sea, Keep harm from me. Cord go round, Power be bound, Light revealed, Now be sealed." Elena repeats her witch chants and this time Elena's tone of voice gets louder and louder as if she is begging my mother to let her channel her magic.

“Hold them over the salt line and walk counter clockwise. Speak the chant as you go.” As we began to move, the chant spilled from my lips, the words slipping off my tongue like shadows. Thinking of Kaelith of all things, I glanced out at the forest. Would he come tonight? At the very least to protect Nova? “Naruum demonia vel’eth … drah’kor fiera godai …” “… nectum drath’uun … vey toran ghuul…”

The gathered wolves, manipulated by her deception, chorused in unison, "Long live the queen!" Farah's laughter pierced the air, echoing her triumph. She raised the scepter high above her head, a sinister glint in her eyes. In Latin, she chanted the incantation that would unleash chaos upon the world. "Per potentiam et robur meum, tenebras et infernum solve!"

Despite their numerical advantage, I remained confident in our training and the strength of our resolve. As the battle commenced, both our forces and Ruth's fought fiercely, driven by a will to survive. I observed Ruth's wolves crying out in pain, their roars echoing as the twins chanted incantations, suspended in mid-air. Their hair billowed around them, their white eyes gleaming, and their long fingernails crackling with power. Their chants, in a language unknown to me, resonated with a potency that sent shivers down my spine, warning all not to underestimate them.

The elders formed a circle around the array, their chants now turning to a low hum. “Moon Goddess, protect us!” the shaman whispered, her voice shaking like fallen leaves. “Guide these two lovers’ souls and give them the strength to fight this dark energy.” The moongrass torches flared brighter, their scent overwhelming my consciousness as the elders began to chant louder. The wolf-tooth totems were now rattling loudly, their clinking sounding like some frantic alarm as the shaman’s voice rose. “By the Moon’s blood, we begin!” she bellowed, her voice now turning to a guttural chant that chilled my bones.