Beauty Spells Novels & Stories

I gave him a confused look. "What spell and why didnt it work on me?!" I asked and yelled at them, but I had a good idea on what they would say for my last question. "Its a love spell, it makes who ever inhales the smell kiss the closest person next to them, the only person spells dont work on is The Moon Goddess" he said while still holding onto that disgusting smirk.

“I will hold you, princess. Just turn you fLuke so that Luke and I can talk to you.” I pulled back, realizing that my fLuke was firmly buried in his chest. Roman moved to the bed and sat down pulling me into his lap, and I sank down against him. Luke joined us on the bed, laying across the end and propping his head up on his elbow. “Okay, the first thing you need to know about a compelling spell is that they smell slightly sweet.” “Spells have a smell?” I wrinkled my nose, “That’s weird.” Luke smiled, “You really are adorable.”

But now, being what basic she-wolves would call pretty, would come very in hand. The spell seemed to work exceptionally well. As Stine explained, glamour spells aren’t like Photoshop and we couldn’t exactly pick and choose how I would look in the end. It was more like those chocolate eggs filled with a surprise that pixies sell in the Spring Equinox. I loved them when I was pup, because you never knew what would come from it — from a toy, a crystal to a magic hiccuping frog. Anything could jump, sometimes literally, from it.

"My beloved, within the Book of Spells, there lies a spell so great that if it succeeds, it shall build the perfect race." "What do you mean perfect race?" "There shall be seven spells that shall test mortal, immortal, and the dead to see who lasts through the process. That shall be the perfect race that shall be under the rule that man that cast the spell." "What seven spells?" "Well, the first has just been cast. The Darkness. The one that shall cleanse the mortals."

spell and then asked, "Cousin Olivia, tell me the reason why you suggested I try it on when I was at the clothing store. Olivia just stopped talking. After all, until she answered the question, there was no way to tell if she was telling the truth or not. Of course, there was another way to deal with this situation of not saying a word: using the first-level spell "Charm Human". This spell can make the other person treat the caster as the person they trust the most. In addition to spilling the beans, it can also get the other person to do things they wouldn't otherwise want to do.

For a brief moment, her glow was back after taking a rest. "Yes. That's what I am saying. But I am sorry to break it to you, but the beta is not in the condition to accept the spell right now." "Spell? What kind of spell?" “Spell for breaking the vow, Miss Autumn. Drinking some potions does not work at all. We needed a strong spell for that one. Now that I think about it, for a high success rate, both of you should be present at the ceremony. You and him will be receiving the same spell. And the risk... will his body be able to handle it?"

Maybe some spell I can use. I keep flipping through the pages filled with my mother’s elegant handwriting until I come across a section on protective magic. The section is towards the back of the book and it has a boldly written title: *Knowledge against physical harm. This requires wolfsbane (purified), silver dust, flower petals of devil’s trumpet, and the spellcaster’s blood…* Spellcaster’s blood? I keep reading through the instructions carefully. It’s complex, but it’s doable. I can gather the ingredients and perform the spell to create protective charms for my father. Doing that will—

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.

Suddenly, a tiny burst of colorful sparks erupted from the tip of her wand, and a small scroll materialized in her hand. "This, my friend, is the 'Rhyme-Rite' spell," she explained, unrolling the scroll. "It's foolproof, guaranteed to make anyone rhyme for a day!" I marveled at the intricate symbols and enchanting words inscribed on the scroll. "This is incredible, Sophie! So, how do we use it?" With a mischievous grin, Sophie whispered the instructions. "We just need to recite this incantation and point our wands at the person we want to rhyme. But remember, we must use our powers wisely, and only for the sake of mischief and good fun!"

As it turns out, there was a lot. Love spells to capture the heart, though burdened with consequences. Truth spells to sort out lies and uncover secrets. Strength and energy spells to help in combat. Protection, banishment, containment, and illusion spells were a few more I was trying to wrap my head around, and that wasn’t even the full extent of it. We’d just finished eating when Sterling’s phone began to ring in the pocket of his blazer. Instantly, his demeanor changed. He’d always been a bit cold and aloof but staring into his eyes now felt akin to being lost in a snowstorm.