Descendants Spells Novels & Stories

"I'm a child of prophecy. The second descendant of the moon goddess. But I….. unfortunately, I can't fulfill the prophecy anymore after being neglected by our parents. They were the stepping stone. Somehow, that's the reason you're going through these. If I was able to fulfill the prophecy, your life would've gone smoothly since you're the third child of prophecy; the third descendant of the moon goddess, and I was supposed to pave a way for you as the first child of prophecy only paved half the way. That's why the first phase of your life was smooth and your life is now rough. You're too fragile for the battle.” I scoffed, “As if the moon goddess will like me enough to make me a descendant.

"Elias Fay, Earl Fay's Daughter." The brief introduction came to an end as a barrage of spells commenced. 'May the God of Ice rain the frost to her foes!' 'Snowstorm!' Snowstorm, a powerful ice elemental spell, was her spell. Its power was comparable to that of a Rare tier skill. The benefit of having a system is that I can already identify every single spell as long as I see the magic circle. The torrent of ice shards rained down on me, leaving a trail of chilly air in its wake.

My tongue spoke against my will, chanting in a language I hadn't even heard in my life. "Death spell." She muttered. I wanted to stop but it was like my body wasn't mine anymore. I approached the Queen menacingly as she began a chant of her own. Her spell's effect made my body burn, deep to the very bone. My eyes watered and I knew that thick liquid wasn't tears. Despite the pain that coursed my body, my lips did not stop moving. The floor crumbled before me and my incantation also got to work on the Queen. Her golden radiance that blinded the eyes from seeing her skin dimmed, replaced by a pale blue color. I heard people shout of help and please but I was too distant to make out what they w

“This is where Gabriel keeps his research. If there’s a way to stop him, it’s in here.” Nathanial and I began to sift through the books and scrolls, searching for anything that could help us. Time was running out, and the pressure was intense. As I read through an old, dusty tome, I found a passage that made my blood run cold. “The spell can only be broken by an equally powerful force,” I read aloud. “A counter-spell, cast with the blood of a true descendant of the original werewolf clan.” Nathanial looked over my shoulder, his brow furrowed. “Does that mean...?”

My mom mumbled,"oscail súil an aigne agus cuimhnigh." "Open the mind's eye and remember, what a mundane spell," Jocelyn chuckled and Evanore rolled her eyes. "I was only nineteen at the time," she growled angrily and Jocelyn patted her hand to calm her. "You'll have to be the one to break the spell, Ayira. Only bloodlines can counter spells," Jocelyn told me and I bit my lip. I couldn't pronounce those words. I was brought up in a small town in America not the highlands of Scotland. My mother turned from us and laid her head against the couch. I noticed the tears falling down her cheeks. My heart clenched but Jocelyn said we had to go.

Only the one who cast the spell can release his opponent and if he fails to do so before death, he is destined to reincarnate as one of his own descendants and complete his battle. The spell could be performed by anyone and the only known condition was that one should have bore an offspring before casting the spell. Many men tried to take advantage of the fact that it ensured their reincarnation but they were stopped, and the knowledge of this spell became nothing but a myth. and even those that were sure of it's existence were unable to prove it.

He radiated an aura, a palpable, almost mystical energy that shimmered around him like a halo. "I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice trembling, "I felt utterly weak earlier, paralyzed by a wave of debilitating fear that left me unable even to lift my eyelids. I was conscious, yes, but utterly powerless, voiceless. I was terrified, absolutely petrified, but thank God you were there. Thank you, again and again. I owe you everything. I'll make up for the trouble I caused you, I promise!" Finally, she broke free from the hypnotic spell his presence had woven around her.

she screamed, denying everything. The sorcerer looked up, revealing yellowed teeth and a cold smile. "Luna Alayna, you really have a poor memory. When you paid me a fortune for the surrogate pregnancy curse, you certainly didn't say that." The room fell into stunned silence. The surrogate pregnancy curse was forbidden magic in the werewolf packs. Anyone caught using it would be exiled for life. Veins bulging on his forehead, Misael kicked the sorcerer violently. "You're lying! I don't know you! Sienna must have paid you to frame us!"

She growls in disapproval at my sarcastic tone. “The Walker’s are witches Rosalie. Which means that any descendants are witches too.” “Honestly Nina, have you been living under a rock?” I was growing more than agitated. “Think Rosalie, what did Morag tell you? She told you that every witch that has ever lived is written…” “In the great grimoire.” I finished. Her meaning dawning on me. “That’s it, Nina. You’re a genius. If Melinda has any descendants, they will all be listed in the witch’s spell book.”

“Ah—! That’s right. I understand it. The three thousand great spells and the completion of a grand spell.” Alex figured it out and began to stack the three thousand great spells. The Great Flame Spell! The Great Icebound Spell! The Great Storm Spell! The Great Void Spell! The Great Seal Spell! The Great Silence Spell! The Great Reincarnation Spell! The Great Summoning Spell! The Great Resurrection Spell! The Spell of Great Fate! The Great Kun Peng Spell! The Great Gravity Spell The Great Nightmare Spell! The Great Mirror Spell! The Great Cover Spell! The Great Swallow Spell!