Beauty Spells Novels & Stories

My mind was too preoccupied with other things at the time. "Yeah, I did say that," Sabrina admitted, her voice gentle, "but unfortunately, Glinda kept a journal. It meticulously documented the effects of the spell. The good news is, it's incredibly effective. The bad news... well, it apparently stings quite a bit while it's working its magic. Think of it like a really intense sunburn, but localized. Afterward, though," she added quickly, seeing my worried expression, "you won't feel a thing. And there are absolutely no lingering side effects. Nothing that will affect you long-term. It's essentially a regrowth spell," she finished, offering a reassuring smile.

"We're almost there! Just a little further!" "I am here, Ryan! I am not letting go!" Seraphina cried out, her voice echoing across the cosmos. She focused her mind, projecting her intent deep into the matrix of the spell. *Let this shield be a source of strength. Heal the broken. Amplify the good intentions of every soul who walks the path of light. Let harmony be their natural state!*

Breaking one takes time and great effort. I felt my chest tighten. “Tell me more. How can I fix it?” She sat across from me. “The spell requires a specific magic crystal to function. The crystal holds the power and it redirects the bond to another person. You must search for it." But breaking the spell is not within my power," she continued, "Only a stronger witch could manage that. It can only be broken by the witch who created the spell or someone with deep knowledge of dark magic and breaking one takes time”. She said,

I ask achingly “After the three days banquet with the king. That will be more than enough time to be able to get the strands of hair, right?” “Yeah, so do you have a dark art spell book for the altering of fated mates? Since dark art spell books are very limited editions and an individual is not permitted to have it, save for an institution or organization registered under the King's government.” I ask cautiously “Definitely Hermione, your grandmother got legs…” She grins, standing up “Give me a minute, I'll go get the dark art spell book vol.0 for you to see.” Grandmother walks to her room.

Jake and Toby stand next to me, filling their cups as well, staying silent while Simon asks all the questions I already answered for them an hour again. "Jesus fucking Christ," Simon exclaims, looking at the accordion file in his hands, "a Guttenberg is lighter than this shit." "Well, there are descriptions of over two- hundred and fifty spells. All of which have been placed on Elle or those around her," Olivia informs him as she drinks another sip, but our bond tells me the exhaustion is starting to affect her. But I know she will stand beside me until the matter is resolved. "Most are to repress the mate bond, but some are to change her appearance or that of others to look like her. There

"Espíritus estou chamando a vós. Axuda á miña filla Patrea e inverte o feitizo no seu ventre." She chanted the spell three times before I felt a warm sensation envelop my stomach until it traveled up to my heart and whole body. And then it was gone. “Done. I fulfilled my end of the bargain.” Guinevere smiled at me. “Thank you, Guinevere.” “A pleasure to help, Patrea.” She smiled at me before her finger touched the tip of my nose. “Now be merry and multiply.” I nodded my head as a wide grin curled onto my lips.

I squeeled "Yay your first date" She smiled at my reflection in the mirror. my head was starting to get full of tin foil. I then noticed that she was mumbling words I could not hear and moving her hands about. "Are you using magic on my hair" "Hell yes I am. How do you think my hair always looks freshly dyed?" I looked at her blankly. "I use a spell so that the dye will stay in the hair without fading or washing out. Then if you decide to change your colour or go back normal I just perform a reversing spell and the colour will wash out"

whimper Ruby. "Dear child, you hold such great powers, that your beauty was hidden by the "ugly" spell." "Ugly Spell?" "Yes. I was hoping that the prince would be able to see through all your ugliness and love you for who you are. I was hoping he would break the spell for you. However, he seems to be the type to love the outer appearance more," said Grandmother Willow. She turned away from Ruby and started to cry. Tear streaks fell onto her pale face.

"Right. So you understand it's not going to be a problem. Now, if you would be so kind as to give me the address to the Petulac, you'll be generously rewarded." Ben held up his hand. "Actually, could I have a couple of your hairs instead?" "Come again?" "There's this witch who needs vampire hair for a particular spell..." Ean raised an eyebrow. "What kind of spell, exactly?" "Don't worry, it won't fall back on you. It's some sort of 'eternal beauty' spell. There's not a chance in hell it'll work, but she offered me an incredible price." Sighing, Ean pulled out a couple of hairs and held them out to Ben.

“Verbena, vervain and thyme Bring me to the forbidden forests in time Astrally project my being To the place I wish to be seeing Let the power of the elements guide me To the forests that are forbidden to see My will be done, so mote it be” I recite the spell over and over again and I feel my nose start bleeding as a gush of wind starts blowing in Warren’s room and light emanates off my body. “Chloe. You’re bleeding.” Warren says worriedly from beside me but I just ignore him as I continue reciting the spell. The spell has already started and I can’t stop or be distracted. It’s a one-time spell and if I mess it up now, I might not be able to cast it again.