Come To Me Spell Novels & Stories

My body yearned to feel the softness of her pale skin clinging onto mine. I hoped mother would understand. Someday. "I'm doing this, and you're not stopping me." I turned to where Zelta sat. "Let's do this now. Cast the fucking spell."

I know this is a line you must have heard a thousand times, but I’ll say them any ways. Whenever we bump into each other, I always wish I have enough courage to speak to you but I get stuck with this thought In my head . "how can I compete with all of them? Would she ever give me a chance?” The sight of you today was breathtaking, seeing you smile always is dreams come true for me. I love the way that your eyes sparkle whenever I look at them, the way your lips slide up a bit whenever you are about to say something funny, the way you take charge, and even the way you study in your private time.

He must cater to my mental and physical needs. Well, if the spirit was going to suck all my energy out. I might as well demand help with my office work. Also, the last condition may be too much to ask from an inhumane entity, but worth a shot. It was time to perform the spell. My heart sank. No matter the situation, it was hard to give away my body to an invisible being. I closed my eyes and prayed to God for safety and guidance before commencing the spell. “I call for the greatest, strongest Incubus of all,” I began, holding an old gold coin. “He who can free me and my kin from the chains of the Devil.”

Nova “Venti quattuor angulorum, surge et circumvolve, verba mea per alas ferte, tempestatem afferte, tonituruum vocemrespnde!” I chanted the spell that I had been practicing for days now. It was one of the basic ones just to summon rainfall. Nothing happened for a while, and then just when I was about to give up, droplets of rain began to fall from the sky. “Fuck yes!” I couldn’t help but celebrate. Proud that I was finally making some good progress. I only had a few hours to myself each day to practice my magic before anyone figures out that something is wrong, not that I will ever let them.

But I never put food in here. I got the little vial out of one of the bags. It was granny's blood. I could use her blood to cast spells. I pulled out some parchement and started painting the spell she told me. Soulstorm. I chose the simplest combination of the 9 letters. It wouldn't be the most powerful, but it takes too much time to design. This spell sounded bad ass. It took me a few minutes to finish. I dropped a few drops of granny's blood on the spell before I put away the vial.

Suzanne shook her head, bringing herself back to the present. She cleared her throat, “Eh em…it’s time.” Yvonne wiped her ghostly tear away and Tom stepped back. Suzanne then proceeded to conjure the gateway to the afterlife. This was an ancient spell that had been passed down from generation to generation, and only a handful who knew of this spell was left. Her mother, tried as she did, never did manage to master it. Perhaps that was why she left. She never asked, and grandmother made no effort to explain anything to her either.

He comes back out a few moments later with a bowl in his hand and an arm full of my herbs. As he sets everything down, he squats next to the table near me. "Show me." Grabbing a few jars, I sprinkle them into the bowl. While swirling them around, I whisper the spell I'd used to conjure the soot sprite during my exam. Closing my eyes, I draw down deep into my magic source, pulling at it until it blooms inside of me and flows out into the bowl. The metal tingles in my hand, vibrating softly as the spell works.

“You shouldn’t stand too long.” “I’m fine,” I whispered, though my voice trembled. “I just… I need to do something.” He crouched in front of me, his eyes softening. “What is it?” “I need to call the witches,” I said firmly. “Now.” Azriel didn’t argue. He never did when I spoke like that. He nodded once. “I will stay by your side.” I closed my eyes and reached inward, into the familiar pull of magic that now felt as natural as breathing. The bond between me and the Conclave coven responded instantly. Power flowed through me, steady and strong.

“Place your hands here and repeat this incantation: 'By the power of knowledge and life, I ignite the spark within my core- Let the magic flow forever within my soul. Grant me what I ask and more!'” I placed my hands in the over sized alcoves and shook off my nervousness. “By the power of knowledge and life- I ignite the spark within my core- Let the magic flow and soar- Grant me what I ask and more!” I felt a strong surge of magical energy and gasped from it, feeling overwhelmed and elated at the same time. Glass Arrow Annihilation, Chains of Agony, Soul’s Doom, Drop of Life, Frost Fire Surge, Shadow Frenzy, Eternal Inferno. Mix the spells to make more powerful attacks. I took a step back a

From all the pores came the red magic and the green magic, it poured out of her with great force and circled around her. It was a whirlwind file of two colors. It circled around her faster and faster. Maddie raised her hands, repeated the spell like a mantra. Father Forrest, mother moon, leigh leam a bhith nam phiuthar, (father forest, mother moon, let me be fully empowered). Air son na tha mi a 'seamsamh agus a'grádh, Na cum hachdan agam an nan draoidheachd óir, (for all that I stand for and hold for,