Body Swap Spell Stories Novels & Stories

He insisted it would be a shame to miss out and promised that with his mother by my side, I’d be well taken care of. Back then, I actually thought he was being thoughtful—choosing to give such an incredible trip to my parents instead of his own. But it was all part of his scheme. A setup. Even his own son—just a pawn in his cruel game. How could anyone be so heartless? But this time, I won’t repeat the same mistake. And every last one of those monsters will pay with their lives. * The herbal tonic brought warmth and energy surging back through my body. I felt stronger already.

LYKOS' POV "Rylan has been soul swapped." Neilla announced in a grave tone. "Soul swapped?" I echoed after her, refusing to believe it was what she said. If soul swapping was the case of Rylan, then we were dealing with a bigger enemy. The last time any news of soul swapping was heard was centuries ago and it was performed by none other than witches. Not just ordinary witches but the ones who practiced demonology. "How do you know this? Don't you think you might be too hasty in that conclusion? As far as I know, soul swapping represents the highest form of witchcraft. This exercise is carried out by the most powerful witch or warlock." Axel voiced out the thoughts in my head.

I took hair from Selene’s head and drops of her blood from the wound, then mixed them together with magic. “Corpus Duplicatum.” The spell was very old and forbidden. It created a perfect copy of a body—same scars, same details, everything. But it was only an empty shell. No soul. No life. It was perfect for tricking the Council. I placed the copy next to Selene’s real body and cast the switch spell. They looked exactly the same. But one was real, barely alive. The other was empty and ready to be burned. “Let them burn the ashes,” I whispered. “Let them think they’ve won.”

I decide I want to be the blonde, so I'll sacrifice the other one. "Take this one outside and bring a knife," I tell Gabe, nodding at the black-haired girl. He does as I say without question. Once outside, I have him circle stones around her as she lies on the ground. "I'm going to chant, and when I nod at you, I want you to slit her throat and let the blood seep into the ground." I stand in the circle where she lies and close my eyes. As I chant my spell, I can feel our energies mingling. I open my eyes and look at Gabe, nodding at him. He hesitates but takes the knife and slits her throat. Her blood pours into the earth. When she's done bleeding, there is no trace of blood because it has a

The crease that lined her creamy skin now was just as identical as those on her chin that had been formed by age. “It’s a long story. But to cut it short, my best friend killed my father, manipulated me into exchanging my body with hers. And now I am paying the price.”Abigail tried to explain as vaguely as she could. She also knew that what she was saying was out of the world even when Magic is involved. “That is ridiculous. The only person who has the power to exchange people’s spirits is the Phantom of the seven nights. And as legend says, it was destroyed a very long time ago.” Vera said with a frown.

She was not done delivering unpleasant news. "Spit it out." I demanded. "Sven's death." She began haltingly, waiting for me to fly off the handle. When I made no such move, she continued uneasily. "I have been making a lot of research into the spells that bind your powers. I still don't know everything but I came across a ritual in Egypt. The transfer of magic, they call it. It is a ritual through which you can take another's power for yourself, but only after they are dead. Not only that, but if your prey happens to have their soul or power intertwined with another's, you can take that person's magic as well."

I say. “Okaaaayyy,” he says, drawing out the word. I run my hands over the potion, feeling that the intent is pure, positive and good. That’s what I needed it to be. “The one who was swayed Has become dismayed He can’t feel his mate In his current state He can’t sense his child The bond is defiled This spell will be cast To see through the last To rise above and sense those he loves” The liquid rises out of the bowl, forming into a watery-looking heart before breaking apart and evaporating into the air.

Because the spell can only be performed once and there's no way I would live on, alone. Summoning as much power as I could, I began to whisper a spell, focussing on the ball in the evil woman’s hand, while my chest tightened as her spell to swap our souls intensified. I didn’t care if she stole my body. All I wanted was to save Lewis first. No matter the cost. It was just a few seconds but it felt like hours. I felt the final tug to my soul as it left my body, just as the evil woman’s ball hit Lewis.

she said to him. “The vials are on the table,” I said to her, and she picked them up. Dr. Foirbeis handed her an empty vial and she mixed half of our blood together. “Once I start the spell, the blood will turn white and gold, which signifies the blood bond to the mother, then it will change to the father’s colors, before returning back to red,” Gwyneth said, and I nodded.

"You're lying! I don't know you! Sienna must have paid you to frame us!" The sorcerer fell but laughed even more wildly. "Frame you? Alpha Misael, you came with Luna Alayna to my black market that night. You even asked about side effects. Now you won't admit it?" She pulled out a time crystal ball. Inside, the scene showed Alayna asking greedily, "If I use this, the pup inside Sienna's belly will be transferred to mine?" The sorcerer's voice echoed, "Yes, but only if you make the carrier yourself and let her smell it."