Dark Josie Spells Novels & Stories

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."

Otherwise, the demonic wisteria fetuses wouldn’t contain such a large amount of energy. But now, it was all gone. “Arghh!!!” “Who did this? Which a*sshole could’ve done this?” By now, Josiah had seen everything clearly. He felt deeply embarrassed, and that made him angry. Thinking about how he complimented himself for breaking the spell formation, he felt humiliated after his lies had been exposed. Josiah couldn’t accept that Alex Rockefeller, the man of little reputation, was actually the one who broke the spell formation and saved him.

He asked, his expression serious. "I dont want anything to happen to you or anyone in my family." I was feeling this way because of a dream i had three nights back. I saw Josie, she had purple smoke around her. I saw her suck the life out of a man, i still don't understand it but she opened her mouth and she sucked out something gold out of the man. When he died, he looked almost white and his eyes were plain white, just like the bodies that had been turning up all around town. When she got up, her eyes were black and her voice bold like many people spoke at once. She told me to enjoy my life while it lasted but i should know that i won't have it for long, that she was coming for me and she'

Mix in a compulsion spell that forces the subject to answer whenever a question is asked, and what you have is someone who cannot lie and cannot stop himself from talking. Jester wouldn’t be surprised if Alveston told him that his inspiration had been the Eterali spell. It was very similar, and just as effective. He glanced at Alisa. He had purposely not told her that Hogar and his associates were under those kinds of spells, but with her Gift, she probably already knew the moment they entered the room. Maybe the cold look in her eyes was more genuine than he thought, and maybe they were not just directed at the suspect.