What Does 'Come To Me Spell' Mean In Witchcraft?

When she learnt that she is a witch her life turned upside down, yet she never wanted magic to control her life. It all changed once she found out she accidently began casting a spell she needs to complete before her 30th birthday. Now, she can either make her fated one kiss her, or she will die… The problem is, her destined person is immune to magic, which will her uneasy task even more complicated. Find out where the ill fate will lead a beginner witch and a cold man in expensive suit…

A generational magical spell has passed through centuries right down to the descendants of Ramsey the conqueror and now it's in the depth of cassie parker's life, born in the eastern part of the world called Bloomsville. Little does she know that Bloomsville is the gateway to hell. She doesn't realise the spell is still governing her with much power, a spell that could uncage the dark king and make her queen. Let's see how she faces her fears in this journey of knowing who she is.

Sharifa knew about her mother's tragic love story. Her mother was a witch who fell in love with a prince. Sharifa then promised to herself to stay away from humans at all costs. But fate didn't let her. Just like her mother, her heart started to beat irregularly when he saw Ameril. Ameril was a prince, the prince next to the crown. But the love that Sharifa found was loving another girl. She then decided to forget her feelings and move on, but not until Ameril's brother, Keeram, the third prince who was known for being stubborn and cruel, came to her and offered a deal. "You're a witch, right? Then make a love potion and steal my brother's heart." he proposed. Little did they know, their plan was backfiring. "What are you going to do now? Seems like I am the one who's under your spell." he said.

Heartbroken Caroline Haysbert, after getting dumped and cheated on by her ex-boyfriend and her best friend, left the city to fix her broken heart by taking a break from regular life, where she came across Artemis Thomas Gosling, who was determined to make her HIS after realizing that she was his mate and also to discover the hidden identity of her. *** “I won the bet,” Caroline said. “I told you that if you will come here without me by your side, then all woman will surely try to throw herself at you. After all, you’re so famous and rich, Artemis.” Wrapping his hand around her, he played with her and spoke with a smirk, “I promise, from now onwards, I will never ever leave your side. And just because I lost the bet, I’m all yours till eternity.” With this, he slammed his lips against Caroline’s. ‘Holycow! Did he really need to kiss me to act that we are actually together?’ She screamed in her mind. “I think you took that drama too seriously.” She spoke later. “No.” Artemis was quick to revert. “I just know how to keep promises. And I don’t make promises to break.” Sensing the seriousness in Artemis's tone, Caroline almost forgot to breathe. Book 2: My Mate is a Witch Book 1: Billionaire's Ex-Wife & His Hidden Babies (Completed) *** Follow me on social media. Search ‘sprachi12’

Ten years ago, my daughter died in Healing Grove after the poison spread through her body. I held her cold, lifeless body in my arms, and the grief seeped so deep it settled into my bones. Her Alpha father had personally taken the only vial of antidote in the entire Healing Grove. He did it to save the daughter of his childhood sweetheart. But the girl had only scraped her knee after a fall. That day, I severed my mate bond without looking back and threw myself into the Herbalist Guild. Ten years later, I became the only witch on the entire continent capable of curing the rare wolfsbane poison. One day, the Elder Council summoned me for an emergency. A little girl had been poisoned, and they offered a reward of a million gold coins if I could save her. I accepted. But the instant I saw the patient's portrait, everything inside me went cold. I ripped the healer's badge from my chest and tore the medical file into pieces. "I refuse to treat her."

I stood at the edge of Ironwood territory, boots sinking into mud as cold seeped through my coat. I hated being this close to their land. It smelled like wet dog, testosterone, and trouble. “You’re late, witch.” The voice hit low and deep, vibrating through the ground before it reached my ears. I didn’t flinch. I refused to give him that. I turned slowly, amethyst eyes narrowing as I found him at the tree line. Guilermo Santander. He stepped into the gray light, rain sliding off his broad frame. Six-foot-five of pure menace. Dark hair plastered to his forehead, silver streaks catching the gloom, and those amber eyes—burning straight through me. “I’m not late,” I said calmly, though my pulse spiked. “You wolves just don’t understand patience.” He stopped three feet away. My skin prickled as the runes along my ribs flared hot, reacting to the dense magic rolling off him. Suffocating. Intoxicating. “And you witches don’t understand territory,” Guilermo said. He didn’t sound feral. He sounded tired—like a man carrying a century of weight on deceptively young shoulders. He leaned in and sniffed near my neck. I stiffened. “You smell like sage and burnt sugar,” he murmured, voice dropping, darker now. “It’s giving me a headache.” “Then stop breathing,” I snapped. One corner of his mouth lifted, a flash of sharp canine. “Make me.” The air between us snapped tight. My magic stirred, violet haze curling from my fingertips without permission, brushing the leather of his jacket. He didn’t pull away. He leaned closer. And standing there in the freezing rain with a man who could tear my throat out, I realized two things: Elder Sibal was wrong—Guilermo wasn’t a monster to be chained. And I was in serious trouble.