Vampire Spell の小説・ストーリー

Dani paused and sniffed the vile. “Holy blood? Not a very common thing. Finding someone who is not just pure but holy isn’t easy. And here I thought I was the blood snob.” Dani snorted. “It is a potent anti-magic spell. Aunt Sarael invented the spell, like our guild’s talismans but to be modified to target certain types of supernatural creatures.” Khalid explained. “Isis, can you grab a bowl so we can start this? Then I have enough empty canisters that we can fill to use.” Khalid glanced in my direction.

She closed her eyes and started muttering, "Eripe animam, flere sanguine venire ad me, et ponam te in somnum. Et stabit de domino vestro, aliquis. Et stabit de domino vestro. Audite vocem meam. Posuit animam tuam meis dormitationem, donec dominus REGRESSUS. (Rescue, weeping blood coming toward me and put you to sleep. He will master you ask. But out of your master. Obey me. Put thy soul to slumber until the owner come back.)" It is a spell for separating the soul from its owner. It puts the affected person to sleep and separates the soul from their body. The spell has a visual representation in the form of the black mist of dark magic and can work at long distances. The spell might end up ki

My eyes widened in surprise. "This orb contains wolf blood. It repels vampires and keeps away those who wish you harm. It turns black when there's a vampire or danger nearby," she explained. "Now, regarding the spell, I won't be able to perform it unless we have something that belongs to him, like a hair, a piece of skin, or flesh." "Urgh!" I groaned, frustration building up inside me. "I just want to know where he was when it happened," I muttered, gazing up at the sky.

And quickly, the fear went visible in the look on his face as he can't move a muscle and even breathe. The rest of them were about to attack us, but there are things under the ground where they stood that started to move which made them wonder. Skeleton hands began showing and held some of the legs near them. Some of the ridiculous kids screeched in panic and have shifted in their wolf forms to fight the skeletons that have just come out of their graves. It's a spell I learned from my cousin way back then, which is giving life to things and follow my commands. When I noticed the breathless unmoved vampire that was about to rudely hold my bewildered mate earlier, I made him slowly levitate un

She reached for a dark charm at her neck — some kind of summoning spell, maybe — but Ariana was faster. With one final surge of power, Ariana raised her hands and whispered something ancient. The wind stilled. Time almost stopped. And then light swallowed Nerissa whole. When it cleared, there was nothing left but ash. The vampires faltered. They watched their leader disintegrate, and the spell of control cracked. I could feel the moment it shifted — some began to drop their weapons. Some looked confused. A few turned and fled. But Xavier didn’t falter. He raised his sword again.

"I've read something about a daylight spell. One that you could make night into day. Can you do that? Vampires have no powers during the day. He'd be stuck on foot without supernatural strength or speed." "Yes we can do that spell, but it requires a sacrafice, specifically a sacrifice of a powerful leader.... but we can modify it with just a lot of blood from an Alpha. The more blood we have, the longer we can keep the night day. We just won't be able to do it for more than 3 hours without a sacrifice. We have the rest of the ingredients."

The power of ancient magic charged the atmosphere with tension, all eyes glued to that witch as every passing second flared our anxiety. Within a few minutes of chanting, the impostor hissed, her body jerking as glowing symbols flared across her skin. Nora’s spell worked its magic as the illusion started peeling away, revealing her true form ashen skin etched with dark lines and veins, eyes glowing an unnatural crimson. She screamed, the sound scraping against my bones. My throat tightened to see that the impostor was a sired vampire. Witch Nora slammed her staff onto the floor, her voice laden with grim authority. “Spell broken.”

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

“Please will you leave? In Vampire stories, a human can uninvite a Vampire. I guess that is just in stories?” Paris just laughed at her and decided not to tell her the truth. A Shaman must put an invitation withdrawal spell on a house as well. Either any human that was in the house at that moment or the human that invited them in. In this house’s case, it seemed the Shaman that placed the spells either did not place any of the two or perhaps placed the spell that the invite must withdraw. Paris left with vampire speed, leaving a gash of wind fluttering the curtains.

A blue light emanated from the scroll, enveloping Wilbur, and the phantom of a succubus appeared, opening its mouth wide. "The Howl of the Banshee?" The faces of the three judges changed drastically, filled with horror. Yes, it was indeed the Howl of the Banshee. This scroll was a gift from the Emperor of the Cherrytopia when Wilbur visited. The Howl of the Banshee was a genuine Higher Order spell, specifically designed for soul attacks. Ordinarily, Higher Order spells required intricate spellcasting and chanting, needing sufficient time for execution. However, spells sealed in scrolls could be unleashed instantly by tearing them open at any moment, achieving the goal of instantaneous spellc