Commanding Spells Novels & Stories

Constantine leaned in closer to Baros, her voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down his spine. "Baros, my dear, as we perform this spell, I want you to ensure that it binds not only my powers but also the loyalty of the men I've sired. I want them to be my devoted servants, my private army, ready to carry out my every command." Baros nodded, his brow furrowed in concentration. "That's a delicate manipulation of the spell, Constantine. It's not just about power; it's about controlling their wills without them realizing it."

The relics buzzed with strength, eager to carry out my commands. I created the spell at that moment, assembling it with icy accuracy. I would send a warning to the alphas and packs who believed they could stop me throughout the lands. As the spell developed, I felt a rush of the ceremonial power I had previously tried to suppress. As I said the words that would cement my menace in the hearts of all werewolves, my icy, powerful voice reverberated around the room.

As they were structured and arranged, magic spells hung in the air. "The enemy is working on spells! Be ready for counter-spells! Fast!” One of the commanders roared, it was the first time he had spoken since he and everyone else had been led by Selena and then some students all this time. The commander warned everyone, however, the magic that the enemy attempted to activate did not appear and vanished in a flash. They cocked their heads in disbelief at this occurrence that had no rhyme or reason. A student's voice could be heard. "I've broken the spells! They are caught off guard, attack fast!” Henry shouted, his eyes shining with admiration over the sword skill he just used.

"No abyss can contain me, I am almighty and you shall be my herald, bringing doom on the ones we deem our enemies, you tap the power I give, I only wish you use a fraction of it for my whims!" "Back to the abyss." I order. "Ordena berreskuratu, kaosa kanporatu, garbitu gure arimatik, oreka berreskuratu!" A faint hiss echoes off in the darkness and the spell shines with a light, albeit small but just enough to keep the monstrosity at bay. "Very well." It whispers into the night. "You are not yet ready for what is to come, when you call on me again, do so with a price!"

Chiri tossed one final blade to complete the pentagram. Touching down, it landed with a harsh thud. Rushing to finish the final part of the spell, the Changling lashed out with its long nails and teeth in a desperate last-ditch effort to stop her. Dodging its haphazard attacks, Chiri made sure it was within the confines of the spell before concluding it: “Hence, those of the darkness shall be banished from my sight or suffer under the intensity of my will, so mote it be.” Tristan and Allen, who had gone to Morose’s aid, looked on as Chiri spoke the final command. Appalled as it caused the Changling to scream in pain, writhing against the enactment of the spell.

Lylah uttered, placing down the glass of wine on the outside table as she looked at me with a sharp teasing frown. I inhaled my first bit of the cigar, closing my eyes with pleasure and turned to exhale it on Lylah teasing her back. She coughed waving in front of her face to remove the cigar fumes that surrounded her nostrils. "You tease, come here!" She said, giggling whilst trying to snatch at me, almost falling off her chair. "Hey guys, I think I got something. Look!" Melody said excitedly. "Demolishing spell. It says that it can be used on any beast of hell. It needs the strength of a few witches. The more the better," She explained.

“I guess it doesn’t matter. I’m just hurt, that’s all. He made it clear to me that all he aims to do is sow a seed inside me, while I’m here searching for softness and all that gentlemanly nonsense from a man who regards me as nothing but a living, breathing incubator.” “I see. I understand why you were angry earlier. Anger is good to strengthen a spell or magic in general, but when you let it flow blindly, it could backfire. So, be careful. Channel the energy, whether it’s joy or anger, exactly where you need it to work the most. Don’t allow it to spill freely, unchanneled. We will practice directing your emotions into power tomorrow. I think it’s enough exercise for today.” I nod in agreem

The Thirteenth Claw. I stepped over a broken archway. The glow of magical wards sparkled over the perimeter, alive and alert. It had taken me weeks to set the spells. They were vicious, twisting intruders into nothing more than dust. I whispered a command in the old tongue as I passed—*“Avess al’cor”—*and the invisible barrier parted for me like smoke. Every part of that place listened to me now.

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."

she asks wanting to divulge the last proof that the men had. The commander not having much knowledge about that turned to the two wizards that were with him, signaling for the two to join in. “We cast a spell in our eyes that lets us see magical energy since it is common to stay with a user after using it,” one of the men explained their method. “That’s it?” Karilaya could not help but raise a brow at the simplicity and flaw of the said method. “Yes,” the two wizards answered now looking paler than before. “Can you please try using it at the commander and tell me what you see,” she requests of the wizard.