Descendants Spells Novels & Stories

“Because it wasn’t meant to be. The spell wasn’t just targeting minds—it was targeting history. Legacy. It wanted to erase the Amadeus name from existence.” She looks at us both now. “And because the spell was fueled by ancestral magic—and because they used a sacred relic as the anchor—there was no reversing it. Not without destroying the land. Not without tearing apart the very foundation of your bloodline.” “And at that moment, there was no time to do any of that”. Her eyes focus on Dominicus.

"It's time to get serious." I activated an instantaneous spell and blasted it towards the demons one after the other. Meanwhile, the sorcerers are trying to erect a defensive spell, "As if I would let you…." I said and activated to decrypt their enchantments and nullify them. "It's time to erase a big chunk of them…." My eyes glowed intensely and a large orb of swirling dark energy slowly formed on my palms, "Deus Ex Mortem, heed my call. To bring forth destruction to this world's damned souls!"

"Tsk." Zadicus growled, knowing he must do something to stop her before her emotions lead to devastation. Just a little longer. Zadicus thought. He released his dark forces, patterns spreading, releasing a dark energy, only the ones with a strong heart could bear. He gripped his sword firmly, using the spell he didn’t want to, “Trap thy soul in my vicinity. Latch them to the world of misery- Circle Of Demise.” Tristan gasped when he noticed Zadicus had cast this spell, horrifying him to fathom what Zadicus intended to do.

"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.