Cloaking Spells Novels & Stories

What was his fascination? "Here it is." Noah's voice brings me back into reality in a split second. "Tracking spells are ineffective when a person is hidden by any type of magic. This could mean that they themselves have been spelled or cloaked, or the lands in which they are located are cloaked or hidden," he looks at me curiously. I'm not sure what he wants me to say about this information. To my knowledge, Chia wasn't close friends with any witches, nor did she know any Fae with cloaking abilities.

I mutter. I’m looking over a tome of ancient spell caster magic, leave it to the Fae to have all this information. As I’m gently turning the page, something catches my eye. It’s a spell in ancient Gaelic, folaigh agus ní fheiceàil, which roughly translates to “hide and not see”. “I think I found it.” I shout. Everyone comes rushing over to me, looking over my shoulder. “What does it mean?” Constance asks. “It’s not only a cloaking spell to conceal something but also a cloaking spell for magic. So it makes the magic untraceable. That’s why we can’t pick up any magic.” I say, excitedly.

“It’s done.” He waits for more. “They won’t smell us,” I explain. “Or see us. Or hear us.” He blinks. “What?” “Did I stutter?” His head shakes slowly. “They won’t see us or hear us?” he repeats. Clear disbelief sits in his voice. “What kind of spell is that?” “It’s a cloaking spell,” I say simply. The explanation feels straightforward enough. “It’s like we’re walking inside a small bubble of magic.” His eyes move around the quiet forest.

She began to go through them one by one: The Veil of Mirrors (Illusion):This spell creates a dozen identical copies of the caster, leaving an enemy confused and striking at shadows while the real person remains unharmed. The Unseen Step (Disappearing): A technique that allows the caster to vanish from sight for a short duration, effectively letting them slip away from an enemy's line of vision entirely. The Aegis Dome: A classic shield spell that manifests a shimmering translucent barrier around the caster to deflect physical and magical projectiles.

"He was a Flame Warden of the Crescent Silver Moon Fang Pack. One of the last. Before the massacre." Emereah advanced, reverence in her breath. "I had believed their spellwork to have been lost. Not all of it." Vera's voice shook. "He showed me some before he fell. This one… this was forbidden. A cloaking spell that does more than just conceal a place. It erases it from this plane. Cloaks it in echoes and illusion, like rippling light over quiet water. Emereah read the lines. The runes were written in the old speech — older than the barrier stones. Magic that was not simply fire or blood or bone — but bound to the moon itself.

I was going to amplify its magical properties to enable her to keep her memory and knowledge of my abilities and gifts in magic. My grimoire flipped again, and I read the contents of the page he brought me to. “The Shadow Cloak Spell?” It moved as though he was nodding a yes. “Okay, then, but this hides my scent right?” I asked, fully aware of the vicinity I found myself. There is a high chance of someone picking up my scent now already. It gave the same movement. "Tenebrae mea, corpus meum abscondo Odor meus, in tenebris latet

Thorne frowned, crossing his muscular deep tanned arms over his chest. "Not necessarily," Witchy worried her bottom lip before eventually saying, "the night of the blood moon, my power was siphoned from me and used to initiate a cloaking spell. And yes, she can siphon without killing but when she kills them she's siphoning every drop of what they have including their life force. My point is, I can use that same spell and cloak these two," she gestured to Julian and me, "it won't last too long but just long enough for us to take her down. It will cloak them, giving their body the impression that it's night so the sun wouldn't singe them. Considering it's a forest, there's a lot of shadows the

I shake my head. "A glamour spell." He rips the plastic on one of the ponchos and hands it to me. "A glamour spell?" "It's a kind of illusion." He pulls the plastic off his poncho, then starts to put it on. "It's used to conceal something. Like a hiding spell. It’s the only explanation.” He shoves his arms through the holes in the poncho. “The Silver Hunters probably put it around the school to throw people off.” My jaw is hanging. Even after everything that I’ve seen this week, it’s still hard to wrap my head around the fact that there are things like magic in the world.

He would tell me at the right time. We got to the territory of the pack house and everyone got down from the car. We went around the house to survey the environment and ensure no intruder was around. "Clear," Skye said and I nodded. "Go ahead, Anna," I said to him. She stood in front of the house and cast the cloaking spell. No one would be able to tell if there was a house there. We walked to the front where the crescents marked our territory and Anna created a barrier. She wasn't sure how long the cloaking spell will hold but the barrier could last till infinity except one finds out what was used to create it and break it.

” She murmurs softly. I close my eyes and call on the old magic—one I haven't ’t used since before Adrian found me. A cloaking spell, one strong enough to fool even vampire royals. It shimmers around us like mist, folding our scents, shielding our energy. I picture her chambers in her father’s estate, her room, and whisper the words. We vanish into mist. Moments Later – AUDACUS ESTATE Akasha drops onto her bed like a fallen feather, clutching the sheets like lifelines. Her breaths still uneven, her fingers still trembling.