Beauty Spells Novels & Stories

The global adoration, the blaze of fame. Glamor, I thought. Of course. I breathed deeply, drawing in my focus with it. I coated myself in a deliberate sheen of magic, only a dusting, a suggestion: a quick, open-ended spell that caught the onlooker's idea of beauty and toyed their mind closer to perceiving what they wanted to see. It was a small security blanket, one of the most minor of spell workings. Fae had been using it for centuries with humans to curry favor and awe. Or just a little self-confidence, in this case.

Dani paused and sniffed the vile. “Holy blood? Not a very common thing. Finding someone who is not just pure but holy isn’t easy. And here I thought I was the blood snob.” Dani snorted. “It is a potent anti-magic spell. Aunt Sarael invented the spell, like our guild’s talismans but to be modified to target certain types of supernatural creatures.” Khalid explained. “Isis, can you grab a bowl so we can start this? Then I have enough empty canisters that we can fill to use.” Khalid glanced in my direction.

she said scratching the back of her head. "That could work too. However, I would like to make a proposal to you. If you don't feel uncomfortable with it tell me or you could decline. Would you like to live with me here I can take care of all your needs. You don't need to go back serving those stupid cousins of yours. If you are ready to give me your answer I would be waiting," I offered and she looked like she was about to cry. "Thanks but we have something urgent at hand. The name of the spell I'm about to teach you is called the bond spell. Now you have to fully acknowledge your love for the person you are to use it on all else it won't work," she directed.

’ she asks me curiously. ‘No, but maybe one day we might? Who knows what our future has in store for us,’ I smile, open the book of spells, and read over a few. Revito Sprouto means to grow. Dimulous, a spell to darken the light. Illumini, to create a bright light, Interesting. I flip through more pages to read more spells and chants. The back of the book has potion recipes. Suddenly, Kayla startles me as she stands very close, staring intently at my hair. She’s a bit odd, how she was reading my hand like a book and now staring at my white hair in thought.

the queen was fast to say. The witches looked at each other. They all had their reservations, but could say nothing to her. The Neptune spell was something that, when done, needed no other spell's interference. It was a focus spell with very specific rules, but Marla was ready to break those rules to achieve her goals.

The moonlight filtered through the dense canopy as Elara and I worked side by side, preparing protective charms for the werewolf clan. The witches’ sanctuary was a place of ancient magic, its energy pulsating through the air. Elara's calm presence and expertise were reassuring as we chanted incantations and infused the charms with protective spells. "These charms will shield your clan from Gabriel's dark magic," Elara explained, her hands moving gracefully over a small stone amulet. "But they are only as strong as the belief of those who wear them."

I don’t want to get killed because of some shit he’s toting around in that case. “I see. And what are we working on that required….” I paused and sniffed the vile. “Holy blood? Not a very common thing. Finding someone who is not just pure but holy isn’t easy. And here I thought I was the blood snob.” I snorted. “It is a potent anti-magic spell. Aunt Sarael invented the spell, like our guild’s talismans but to be modified to target certain types of supernatural creatures.” Khalid explained. “Isis, can you grab a bowl so we can start this? Then I have enough empty canisters that we can fill to use.”

I couldn't help but wonder what had gone wrong, how our once unbreakable bond had shattered so suddenly. The room seemed to echo with my silent questions, the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the walls. I tried to focus on the spell before me, pouring my energy and emotions into its creation. It was a way to channel my pain, to transform it into something tangible and powerful. With each incantation and gesture, I hoped to find solace, to mend the broken pieces of my heart. The spell became a metaphor for my healing.

There, in my mother’s handwriting, was a list of spells she had invented — each classified as X-Forbidden. Jualsra — a de-healing spell that reverses the subject’s healing process. It can reopen old wounds, both visible and invisible, physical or otherwise, returning them to their worst state. [Conditions Required: 5 years of life-force (irreversible), blood tongue, undivided visible focus on the targeted wound, chanted thrice to activate fully ।। Side Effects: Phantom pain while casting the spell, drains energy] Blood tongue was essential for nearly all forbidden spells, requiring the caster to cut, bite, or chew their tongue until their mouth filled with blood before chanting.

But here I am, pulled over on the side of the road, unable to catch my breath. What's wrong with me? “It's an aversion spell, set to work on wolves," Rufus explains. "Witch sanctuaries use them to keep wolves and other predators away. Let your glow shine through,” Rufus recommends, padding forward in my mind. “The spell needs to feel that you’re a witch.” “Wouldn’t that be a lie?” I argue. “I’m not a witch.” “You aren’t exactly a wolf either.” Rufus explains patiently. “But the spell doesn’t know that. It thinks you’re an outsider. Show the spell you belong here.”