Cloaking Spells Novels & Stories

Tyson thought, barely able to stop himself from saying the words aloud. Lester’s raised eyebrow suggested he was far less enthusiastic toward her suggestion. “How would something like that work?” he asked. “A cloaking spell would leave them entirely invisible,” Barach explained, “They could slip past any guards watching Melody and get her out before anyone even realized they were there. There’s just one problem.” Tyson’s chest tightened and he held his breath as he waited to hear what the problem was. When a witch as powerful as Barach said there was a problem with one of her spells, it was best to take it seriously.

Lucy I shook his hand. “Thank you for teaching me.” He chuckled. “Don’t thank me just yet. I have a feeling you’ll have more than one callous by the end of all of this.” He handed the pages back to the councilor. “First lesson, always activate your cloaking spell.” I frowned. He gestured to his neck. “Every anchor has one. It will keep someone from trying to take it from you and debilitate you.” I looked down at it. “How do I do that?”

Deciding to be careful, I use a simple camouflaging charm over myself. It is a basic defensive charm, nothing like the Dark-Magic-fuelled Cloak that Ann and I used to hide from the assassins. The Cloak shrouds the person completely in darkness, rendering them totally invisible to prying eyes. But it can only be used at night, and it is powered by Dark Magic, which as Venusian Witches, we aren’t supposed to use.

“Huh, yeah, I didn’t even think of that. Guess I’m sort of the dragon shifters leader now…I probably should have left a note saying I’d be back.” Jordan laughs. “Yeah, hey mum, just going on a little trip around the world with my new friends the resistance, don’t wait up.” After a few more hours of walking, Jordan declares it time for a break. Everyone starts rummaging through their bags for certain things while a few warlocks do some sort of spell around us that shimmers like a big bubble. Jordan says it’s a cloaking spell, and anyone outside of it can’t see, hear or smell us. Hmm, maybe that’s what my little minx did last night.

He practically dragged her inside with Paoli blissfully unaware on her other side. The room was set in a half-circle with two thrones on the far side, set into the curve. The thrones sat on a raised dais which dominated the area. The floors were the same marble as the rest of the castle, and the walls were gray stone with banners and family crests adorning every corner. Below the dais stood six guards; three on either side of the thrones above them; garbed in purple robes, as was the norm for all members of the Coven.

“It must be part of her sorcery!” “But we saw the dead body of one of the twins,” said Cory, confused, as she duplicated the cloak her father was wearing, watching the fibres of the new cloak knit together as she focused her mind on it. “That must have been a witchcraft! A Glamour,” said Titan. “An illusion, right?” “Venom is probably alive,” breathed Cory, the hope evident in her voice, as she draped the two newly formed cloaks over Smoke and Mirrors. “They all are, right Alpha?” Said Titan.

His words echo. I shake my head and try to get to my feet. "They used a blocking spell on him. It will take a while for him to pull himself together. He is drunk on the magic they used," Libby says. Alpha Mayhem shakes me. "Stop, that will not help, Alpha," Mother Agnes says. "Help me to my feet, please," I ask Alpha Mayhem. I am so weak. I cannot stand it. Alpha Mayhem pulls me to my feet, but my knees buckle. Alpha Mayhem leads me over to a chair in the kitchen.

Jess wished she were standing closer to Caine but reluctantly took Kiaan and Damien's clammy hands when they reached out to her. "Say these words three times," Damien ordered. “Shadows lurking in the night, I summon you, come to us tonight. Give us the revenge we seek, Twist the strong and make them weak. I call on you to make this spell magick, so mote it be." After the third iteration, Jess looked about the room and noticed the others doing the same. Brows raised, Kiaan asked, "Is something supposed to happen?" "Not now," Damien assured him. "But it will. Trust me."

The illustrations were intricate, depicting cosmic events, mythical creatures, and powerful, ethereal figures. My fingers traced the lines of the script, trying to decipher the unknown language, when one page stood out. It pulsed softly, a gentle, rhythmic glow that seemed to call to me, beckoning me closer. My eyes landed on the words, surprisingly translated into a language my mind could comprehend, as if the magic itself provided the translation. “Lunar Veil: A cloak of moonlight that shields the caster and reveals hidden truths. Requires silence, focus, and moonlight upon skin.”

Alpha Dylen Varyn’s estate was cold, gaudy, and pretentious. Kaela’s hand brushed the air, weaving sigils in a whisper. A faint shimmer wrapped around us, and I felt the world lose its grip on our presence. “Invisibility cloak active,” she said, voice smooth with satisfaction. “No one here will see a shadow,not unless I want them to.” We glided through the long corridor, past patrolling guards who had no idea two predators brushed past them. Their hearts beat too slow for their fear to matter. As we neared the inner wing, a sudden ripple in the air caught my attention. The scent of burnt sage and silver,it was a spell. A sorcerer.