Novel & Cerita Bonnie Spells

Nathan told me in distress, sweat evident on his forehead. “I got this.” I replied to him and crouched in front of Adolphus. “Call Bonny. Find out if someone has cast any spell here.” Luna Hailley roared angrily. Bonny was our pack witch. She was assigned to our pack by the queen witch herself. She is also the reason that we were never threatened by any witchcraft. “It’s no witchcraft, Luna. My uncle was here.” I told her while pulling Adolphus into my embrace.

The silence after the door slammed shut was heavier than the suppression spell itself. Bonnie didn’t say a word; the pity in her eyes had curdled into a somber respect. She performed the ritual with a practiced, somber efficiency. As the silver light of her magic seared through my veins, dulling the golden thread that connected my soul to Edward’s, I didn’t scream. I didn’t even moan. I simply watched the ceiling, counting the seconds until I was finally, blissfully, numb.

Avery looks around quickly, seeing what we’ve done and nods. “Have you ever done this spell?” she asks me. “No,” I tell her. I know the spell, but I’ve never even seen it performed. “May I help you?” she asks me. “Yes, please.” “You know it has to be you. You are the one bonded to him, but that also means your sister and brother can help. It will boost the spell,” she says as she looks at the boiling salve. “I can help as well,” a man with a foreign accent says looking at me.

None of this was right. “Bonnie, where would you like to sit?” Mr. Black-Moon asked, and I held my breath. “I want to sit next to Bella. We’ll be best friends again,” Bonnie said sweetly. I shook my head, trying to snap out of the spell, but before I could respond, a scream erupted from behind me.

"Because once you perform that little spell in your pockets, Caine here won't remember a thing about his whereabouts." "How did you know about the spell?" Sammy asked. Belle shocked them all by bursting into laughter. She pointed at Caine. "Psychic Boy knows everything!" Her laughter became tears and quietened to stifled sobs when Damien kicked her in the side. She began to plead quietly, begging Damien to release her from the spell, but the sound of her voice was drowned out by the rain hammering the window and the howling of the wind. The glass rattled in the pane, threatening to break under the pressure of the storm outside.

Luna widened her eyes in shock. Bonnie… Bonnie was pregnant?

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

I pulled out my tool bag, this time grabbing some meat sheers. "Haha, You.... think...you...can...break me... Alpha?" Bonnie coughs. "Oh, I don't have to break you. I'm just enjoying our visit, passing the time while Maddox receives something for me." Killian plays it coy. "Nothing you can find will make me talk." "We will see about that? Does the name Devin mean anything to you?" I smiled while twisting the sheers in my hand for extra dramatic effect. All the colour drains from Bonnie's face, but she remains calm and emotionless.

Holy Snyder said, “Well then, it's still fate that we meet here today. It’s okay if you don’t want to take over Sublime Tower. Have a seat.” Bonnie stood there motionless but looked at Philip and Holy Snyder coldly. “No need. Send me to level nine.” Holy Snyder was taken aback. He glanced at Bonnie and nodded. Holy Snyder waved his hand, and Bonnie disappeared from the spot. Holy Snyder was not particularly affected by this little incident. Philip looked at Holy Snyder and asked, “Aren't you afraid that she’ll tell others about this after she goes out?” Holy Snyder laughed and said, “Do you think she has a loose tongue?”