Accio Spell Novels & Stories

I recognized her instantly as Agatha, a witch who had visited the mansion on numerous occasions, her purpose clear – she desired the potent blood of Cassius, a elixir with the power to cure almost any ailment. Cassius addressed her, "Cast the spell, and I shall give you what you want." As Agatha began her incantation, her voice echoed throughout the mansion. The magic within her words resonated deeply, filling the room with energy. As the final syllables left her lips, she declared, "It is done."

Ace pressing against me by holding his brother’s shoulder, penetrating me more and more. “Oh, my Goddess,” I moan, my senses whirling as my body gets overwhelmed by the double penetration. “Fuck,” Ace cusses behind me, his hand letting go of my hip to wrap it around my waist. I hiss as he bites into my shoulder, and Kai kisses my jawline, chuckling. “Corvina’s tea must be working wonders at keeping the spell at bay. Or he would already be shouting about how he got corrupted by your tight hole.” “Shut the fuck up, Kai,” Ace growls, as he starts moving increasingly faster.

The other student grew scared and turned to run away. Sara charged again, a small black circle appeared under her foot, speeding up her assault. She immediately arrived behind the other student and strongly hit his nape with the blunt area of her claws. He fainted on the spot due to the impact of Sara's attack. 'The Shadow steps spell sure is useful!' She had used the rank 0 spell in both her charges to obtain a greater momentum and the effects greatly pleased her. 'Now, let's take care of these two.' A great commotion occurred that day in the academy.

I have no doubt Thelma told her about what transpired last night. “I need your help,” I start. Rhia looks at me and frowns. “I am trying my best not to turn you into a frog right now,” she says. I chuckle. “Transformation spells don’t work on me. You know that.” “Well, I can always try,” Rhia scoffs as she raises her arm as if she is going to cast a spell.

I walked into hell by myself, knowing there was no other way but to keep moving. "Spells. We have been at this topic for a month and I would be happy if we concluded it this week. What other name is a spell called in ancient Egypt"? Mr. Gregory was astonished by the character the students portrayed while in class. Some were sleeping while others were busy pressing their phones. I could have sworn that I saw my classmates kissing. I knew the answer to the question for sure but that didn't mean I was going to answer the question, just the same way I never answered any questions Mr. Gregory asked.

Even though the Fallens had been around him, was it normal for his condition to suddenly worsen? Starvos noticed how the gargoyle had regained its vision. Its anger knows no bound as he had been humiliated by a mere sorceress who had blinded its vision. With a shrill laughter, the gargoyle flew toward them. Rose’s eyes snapped behind her where the gargoyle had rushed over her. She recalled again all magic spell she had studied in the book, in hope that one day she would be able to use her magic like now. Upon remembering a spell, she shouted, “Meíne akínitos!”

My legs were getting numb already so I walked back to my seat. "Long story short, the priestess casted a spell that will rid the priestess of her powers to communicate with Hapoda, the god of witches. It was something like a revenge spell casted for all the pain she put both of us through. Not communicating with the witch God will make her as good as useless on the throne. No divine being to give advice to her, she'll only end up bringing the coven to ruins." My mum hurriedly explained all these and I understood, but then, something was missing. From what Kendrick said, Alocaus's blood was used to cast the spell. My mum never said anything about that.

“I can’t wait to end your life once and for all!” Quickly, I begin to chant another spell, pointing my hands at Aria. The magical energy glows in shades of green and gold, ready to obliterate her. I release the spell with a precise motion, but she dodges it with surprising agility, almost infuriating. Aria advances again, forcing me to retreat as we exchange blows. I feel her nails scratch my arm, and my patience, already nonexistent, is finally drained. I attempt to cast another spell, but the proximity of our bodies makes it impossible to concentrate the magic properly. She’s a whirlwind of desperation, fighting with more ferocity than I expected.

Hoping that some deep instinct tells one of them to try the locator spell one more time. I hold my hand over the bowl, letting my blue glow as my powers build and combine. Thumbs side by side and close my eyes. Putting my entire self into visualizing their faces and into pouring intention into being heard. “Hic sum, non lateo. Lux mea surgat, iter monstret. Amica manus, ad me veni.” I chant it slow and sure. Hand warming as I cover and lay them on the bowl, sensing my magic growing and building under what I have contained, until gentle heat forces them away. This spell is underwhelming but effective.