Cloaking Spells Novels & Stories

I quizzed, locking my arms around his neck. "I don't know. They would be stupid to lie. As much as they are powerful, if we wanted them dead we could kill them and they know it," his hands glided down my body, tracing the curves of my waist before settling on my ass, "they called it cloaking magic. It created the illusion of a normal, full moon which gave them the ability to shift." I yelped when he hiked me up, my legs automatically hugging his lean torso, "I don't know many supernaturals that can wield magic."

"I…...Supreme Alpha Sheila Mahamanga of all the supernatural world…….hereby send you Eden Rastol back painfully to the abyss…... of eternal pain….., may you never reincarnate again!" She concluded and tried to stab me with the sword. "Skrah………..ahhh…...ahhh……" Mighty thunderstruck, repeatedly as the sword fell from her hand, she looked enraged, but that wasn't all as mighty and heavy wind began to blow, the fire around us lit out. "How dare you, how dare the moon goddess stop my ritual, I will kill you by myself……!!!" She roared in anger and made to choke my neck, a piercing light suddenly shuns from the necklace around my neck, blocking her sight

Sebastian Lykos has the authority to make sure that their mating bond was in place and considering that he was one of the officiates that can make a marriage legal in Paphos, Damien knew that it was his luck to have him here tonight. “Sebastian, it’s nice to see that you are out in the open. What brings you to the festival?” Damien greeted him as Sebastian turned to look at him. His red eyes were eerie but his friend smiled before he concealed the real color of his eyes. As an Ultima, he has the power to do it so that they look like they’re brown to the normal naked, human eyes. “Damien. I’m surprised that you are here when you usually did not come here.” He said before he noticed that Anika

My throat stopped shaking. I slumped forward, falling into her arms. “It’s okay,” she whispered, rocking me gently. “I’ve got you.” Later, after I’d fallen asleep again, I woke up to voices in the hallway. “I’m telling you,” Dane said, “this spell is risky.” “She’s a target,” Sierra snapped. “You saw what happened. Her voice cracked glass. What if she sings the wrong word next time and brings the ceiling down?” Kane spoke next, quieter. “I agree with Sierra. But are we sure this cloaking spell will hold? What if it messes with her gift permanently?”

Now, she understood—they were healing. "So… no covens?" Rita asked weakly. Gogo’s laugh was sharp. "No. You must form one. But you must also be sure." She tapped Rita’s forehead. "Use this. Not just your heart." Over the next week, Gogo armed her in subtler ways: Herbs tied in muslin—imphepho for clarity, umhlonyane for protection, beaded bracelets woven with charms against compulsion and a thick Basotho blanket, its geometric patterns hiding older, deeper wards.

I don’t think I ever foamed at the mouth though. “NO!” a voice shouts. I can’t tell who. There is no movement from the cloaked figures. “It cannot be conspicuous.” I know this voice. “They cannot know of the spell. Remove it!” she shouts and the little witch shuffles forward to take her bundle, hood slipping in her rush.

"Spread her legs and make them free. I love them when they fight back. As he pulled his zip down I struggled and pushed him away. I felt fingers and claws around My thigh, I tried struggling more, not wanting my pants to be pulled down. It finally registered to me that it was particularly cold that evening. I Was nothing compared to their strength, and the fact that they were calling their wolves to the surface. My eyes began to change and I saw a twinkling flash before my eyes, I called into my wolf, something I had only done once. "Take her far away and hide her, find a sorcerer, and put a controversy in her mind. We must prevent anyone from seeing her" "I am afraid…. " "Don't be. I'ill me

Their traps were not mere pits or snares, but intricate webs of illusion and enchantment, designed to ensnare the mind as much as the body. One such encounter had nearly cost her dearly. She’d been navigating a treacherous mountain pass, seeking the solitude of the highest peaks, when the air had suddenly shimmered, the solid rock face before her dissolving into a hazy, mirage-like image. It was a cloaking spell, designed to disorient and confuse. She’d felt a prickling sensation on her skin, a subtle drain of her energy, the tell-tale sign of arcane manipulation. She’d stopped, her senses on high alert, her wolf instincts screaming of danger. The silence was too profound, too absolute. Ther

“We have cause to believe that he is in the river Dale Woods. Cause our guards seem to disappear there. “He isn’t there. He is deep inside the woods of River Dale. But the location isn’t the problem. It’s the fact that his base is cloaked. So, even if we get there. We won’t see anything, and we would only increase the chances of him attacking us instead.” “How do you know his base is cloaked?” “Cause I do my findings. Now the bigger problem comes in uncloaking his base?” “Do you have any idea how?” “Normally, I would have easily removed it, but he used dark magic to cloak his base. So it’s going to be a lot harder and darker?” “I don’t get your point.” “We are going to need to go darker if w