Beauty Spells Novels & Stories

I hollered when we ran through the garden. Beautiful flowers were grown there to attract any eyes with great attraction to beauty. Red and pink roses littered the floor and formed a huge 'M' shape representing the Marshalls. A large fountain also gushed out clean water which didn't only add to the beauty but also served as a way of feeding the plants. They ranged from purple lilies, white sunny flowers, tulips, Chery blossom, bluebells, and a host of others. Their beauty seemed innocent but it would cost an expert to realize that most of the flowers were wolfsbane and were shielded by magic called the glamour spell. Glamour spells help by using beauty to shield an object and sometimes even a

With the ancient text spread out before her, Seraphina began the delicate process of casting a spell, one that would grant her a fleeting glimpse of what lay ahead. As she whispered the Hebrew phrases, her voice infused with magic, the room seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly aura. Seraphina's eyes, usually a deep shade of brown, began to glint with a silvery light as the spell took hold. It was a risky endeavor, for peering into the future often came with a price. It was a realm where uncertainty danced with possibilities, and not all visions were clear or welcome.

she quickly assures us. “Uh,” Ash looks towards me before returning his attention to the joyous witch, “-well, consider me worried. What are you going on about? he leans forward. “Well, powerful spells usually have a seal imprinted somewhere on the recipient left from the enchantment. There should be markings on your skin showing this, but, as expected, my mother glamoured these for your own safety. It's an easy spell to cast but a little long-winded to undo,” she begins muttering to herself, “but thankfully, you guys have me,” she beams widely.

Lylah uttered, placing down the glass of wine on the outside table as she looked at me with a sharp teasing frown. I inhaled my first bit of the cigar, closing my eyes with pleasure and turned to exhale it on Lylah teasing her back. She coughed waving in front of her face to remove the cigar fumes that surrounded her nostrils. "You tease, come here!" She said, giggling whilst trying to snatch at me, almost falling off her chair. "Hey guys, I think I got something. Look!" Melody said excitedly. "Demolishing spell. It says that it can be used on any beast of hell. It needs the strength of a few witches. The more the better," She explained.

the reassuring voice advised. "I can't... I can't concentrate on anything. There's a buzzing in my ears," I replied frantically. My vision blurred as my eyes rolled back, and a cacophony of voices and words swirled around me. "Alright, witches, our duty is to safeguard this child from prying eyes. No one must discern her true identity or sense her powers until the appointed time. Join me in the chant for the glamour spell: 'Quidquid requiritur fiat.'"

I looked up, who would be trying to enchant me? “You’ll need to do a cleansing spell on yourself and then a protection spell that will block the enchantments. The cleansing spell is easy, you’ll need alteratives to cleanse your blood and lymph to enable them to rid your body tissue of toxins that the enchantments could have left.” What the hell was alteratives?

"But we need to be careful. These spells require meticulous precision." They move into Demika’s ritual space in her room, candles lit round a circle and all manner of ancient Wiccan ritual calligraphy drawn around the circle—the air thick with the scent of herbs and incense. Demika begins the binding spell, her hands weaving intricate patterns in the air, chanting softly under her breath. A dark mist begins to swirl around Selena, enveloping her in its protective embrace.

When the witches had done as she said she continued, "the most used spells in history are formed through the ode weave, in this weave you describe what it is you want without actually mentioning what you want; in other words it's an unclear weave. Please, someone give an example of one. Apple's hand automatically went up and at Patricia's nod she stood with her book and read, "hear their tinkles in the wind. Cheer to thee they surely bring. Elegance so fit to crown a king. Their pretty worth, a woman's bit. Unleash to me their precious gift." "So," Patricia said when Apple sat, "does anyone know what spell that is?" Nostalgia was a heavy weight on Dea's chest for she knew the spell all too

she squeled she was beyond excited to start learning the basics and finally be able to defend herself, and finally know more about herself. "The spell is to make things into the completed form, the finish now speak with me loud and clear at that very small flower." Diana spoke pointing down at the small unbloomed white wild rose. "I won't do the spell with you, but you must pull your hand up while it grows, you need to speak precisely or it will not work. Also focus what you want it to become. Potronum Altimus Po tron um alt imus po tron um al tim us. Go ahead and try." She said putting her hand on Stacys shouldler.

Edithta questioned Jasmine with a raised eyebrow and she simply nodded her head “It’s no ordinary spell but a ‘Love Spell’, you son’s mistress is the one who had casted it upon him with help of ‘Love Potion’, but now that your son was leaving with your family from past few weeks she wasn’t able to continue with providing him with ‘Love Potion’ this lead her previously feed potion had into a poison…. and now it is showing adverse effect of spell casted by his mistress Methiela” Jasmine explained her properly