Cloaking Spells Novels & Stories

Gemma said, amusement in her voice “He was bound to be shocked and unhappy about this” “Don’t care. Who the hell does he think he is, dictating that you guys are still engaged” He said, his eyes flashing at her “Well I’ve told him no. Mammie had re-cast a cloaking spell stronger than the one she had before; without needing to harm her own health. Even if he turned up, no-one had been home for days so there was hardly any scent there. And he doesn’t know about this place. Beside, the Astrid’s essence that is here will protect me from any detection”

"He took my life, my identity, and now he's living with my name, my degrees. How can I just let that go?" I gave his back a comforting pat and met his gaze. "In a few days, when the weird end of days rolls in, we'll make him pay." Jim gave a small nod, his skin cooling down, no longer fired by my blood. Right then, I noticed something odd, the weak Haunts that had barely any strength were suddenly frantically feasting on my leftover blood. Their once translucent bodies filled with vigor as they started to circle and swoop around me. "I've got a plan!"

she screamed, denying everything. The sorcerer looked up, revealing yellowed teeth and a cold smile. "Luna Alayna, you really have a poor memory. When you paid me a fortune for the surrogate pregnancy curse, you certainly didn't say that." The room fell into stunned silence. The surrogate pregnancy curse was forbidden magic in the werewolf packs. Anyone caught using it would be exiled for life. Veins bulging on his forehead, Misael kicked the sorcerer violently. "You're lying! I don't know you! Sienna must have paid you to frame us!"

"Can you block it?" "I can shield it." She didn't look thrilled about it. "Think of it as a cloaking layer over the contract's magic. It makes the spell blind for a short window. Long enough to get you under, keep you moving, and get you out again before the wards notice the irregularity." "How short a window?" "A few hours. Maybe less, depending on how much the contract fights back. It's not a perfect solution, it's more like..." She searched for an analogy. "Putting a bag over a smoke detector while you cook. It works until it doesn't."

, I asked. “It means what I said, Lyse. I warded it. Cast protection spells as well as cloaking spells to keep it hidden. You can only find it and see it if you’re invited to. Same with the blooming magnolia that hides the way.” “Are you saying what I think you are?”, I asked, a little unbelieving, but knowing what she was saying was true in the heart of me. “Yes, Lyse. I’m a Caster.”, she said.

“That doesn’t make any sense if they were tied to the spell keeping him hidden.” “It is, if the spell works both ways?” Gentry starts and we all look at her confused. She smiles. “Not all magic is completely under the control of the caster. Think of it like giving a child a direction to clean their room, but nothing more specific than that. There are hundreds of ways to interpret the direction and a clever child will find a way to follow the direction while also not completing the task, if they want to be a pain in the butt. Depending how the cloaking spell was cast, maybe we are cloaked in a way from the Rogue King and he needed the attack today to get closer to us. This is something

"This is for you." She draped it over my shoulders. The material was thick and warm, perfect for traveling. But there was something else. A faint shimmer in the weave. Magic. "What is this?" I ran my fingers over the fabric. "A concealment cloak. Ancient craft. Very rare." She fastened the clasp at my throat. "It won't make you invisible, but it will mask your scent. Blur your presence. Make you harder to track or detect." I stared at her. "This is... this is too valuable. I can't—"

“And they know me. I won’t fail.” Sera stopped a few feet from the main entrance and raised her hands. The air around her moved as she muttered an incantation under her breath. A faint golden glow enveloped us, and I felt an odd sense of lightness. Like I was there but I was not there. I felt like a shadow. “What is that?” I asked. “A cloaking spell,” she explained. “It’ll mask our presence for a while, but it won’t hold forever. We need to move quickly.”

While the hope was still there, Ru realized she may have deflated her mother’s spirits just a little bit. “Do you think you’ll need a cloak as well?” “Yes,” Maggie admitted, “but not from the Keepers. There is a white magic cloaking spell as well that will hide us from the Reapers, demons, and other evil entities, but not the Keepers or angels.” “Can you send me that, too?” The thought of someone harming her father because he no longer wanted to be a Reaper was unsettling at best. “I will.” Her mother let out a deep sigh. “Ru, thank you.”

I replied, and instantly rolled my eyes realizing I hadn't told her about the cloaking yet. “A warlock? I thought they were a myth; I've never seen one before. And what cloaking spell?” She asked as she stood back to wait for my reply. “Well they do exist, and the cloaking spell will wipe me from the memories of anyone that has ever slept with me. That way Azael won't know that I ever existed,” I replied as I rubbed the back of my neck. “What!? Did you sleep with him too? Damn Freya, how many people have you slept with?” She asked with a little more judgement in her voice than I cared for.