Descendants Spells Novels & Stories

Hilda pouted and punched the bricks of the cemetery. "You know what they say about friends and enemies?" Dad cocked a brow at an indifferent Hilda. "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer?" I raised my chin and studied the environment of the cemetery. The gate was opened but we couldn't step in because of the boundary spell. Everywhere is eerie silent and there is no creature in sight. "Correct. I know you always inherited your smartness from me." Dad ruffled my hair and gave me a cheeky smile that revealed his deep-rooted dimples.

“Yeah Yeah, I'm the best. I know. No need to cry” “Does that mean, if I don't find my wolf before I'm twenty-three, I'm gonna die?” Alcinder raised a question, looking lost. “How do we know if a spell of descent was used on him? Does it mean someone wants Al dead?” I asked. “You guys are forgetting the fact that we have hope. If what he is suffering from is a defected Spell of Descent, that means his wolf is also searching for him. Positive thinking peeps!”. Elecktra cheered.

“The voice whispered, but the guards of the Black Porch heard it very clearly. The surveillance camera even recorded it and the guards there immediately sent the file to the entire school network. The voice said, “Venus Prahara Adiwangsa, or do you prefer I call her Venus Samudera? She is my descendant, a descendant of Giris Druiksa, the God of Hatred, the daughter of my grandson, Amerta Adiwangsa. However, this child is cursed and I, as its predecessor, give you a piece of advice. Let her live with darkness clasped in her hands, or give her death and your world remains happy. “After that, suddenly VoltaKron Zaloya announced that Giris whispers were also heard in the night sky across the cou

I wished I could explain my intentions. The Chairman sighed and walked back to sit in his comfortable chair. “Tell me about your curse,” he smirked leaning back in his chair like he wanted me to amuse him with my story. I clenched my teeth, but figured that it might be the only way to get to those archives. “It's called a kissing spell. It runs in my family. The one that I kiss first becomes my one and only, and I become his.” “So… how did you kiss my Grandson?” he snickered maliciously.

It would make a great sacrifice. Wilbur tested a few times and realized that the jade pendant could allow the user to be immune to beginner and intermediate spells. However, the jade pendant could not stop advanced spells. Wilbur knew how to cast those. The Dragon's Chant he cultivated was a spell of the ancient dragon clan. It was the spell among spells because it held great destructive power. The jade pendant would probably be destroyed and become useless if he unleashed the spell. That was why Wilbur was holding back. Shawn seemed horrified when he heard that,

He put a large pot of water on the fire. "Um, okay, but it's not much." John closed his eyes. I could see his lips moving as he tried to remember. "Basic spell. Fire Elemental. Levels initiate and above. Um," John paused, his closed eyes squinting in determined concentration. "It's a chant prayer, to the spirits. The more people you have chanting, the more energy goes into the spell." Tamner nodded in satisfaction and started taking the items from John. "There were three others standing with your dad, John," I added. "Would that make a difference?"

“well, your father and I had an idea to announce before we were even trying for a child that we were expecting and a month later that we had lost the baby, which allowed us to have a baby and even if that child should be a daughter, since the world thought we had lost our first born you were our second born. We had spent countless days and nights to find out how to break the curse to only find out that Generational curses are difficult to break because they are mythologized in the family. When the original caster of a spell dies, the vast majority of the power behind that spell also dies in some but not all circumstances. This would mean that the first generation experiences the curse and po

Melloch grinned, “he still squirms deep inside. I can feel him twisting and turning, trying to push me out. His screams ring out like a glorious symphony.” “You’re lying,” she snapped. “Gabriel died. I saw it myself.” “Did he? Are you so certain?” A tear slipped over Aurora’s cheek. If what Melloch said was true then Gabriel was trapped inside a demon. “You’re a monster.” “That matters not. All that matters is you are going to locate the other descendants so I can kill them. Your kind will not interrupt my plans again.” “But my connection to them is too weak. I don’t know where they are.”

There were ducks swimming on the lake while pigeons were on the ground pecking on the concrete floor looking for food i guess. I sat on a bench and leaned on the back rest. That guy has been following me for a week now, he introduced himself as Shan Zhao and that he was working for the imperial family. I almost laughed when i heard that, but he told me he was serious. I tried to be serious too and decided to listen to whatever he has to say which i shouldn't have done, what he said next was what made me laugh, rolling on the ground. "You are the descendant of the great Emperor. And the imperial family needs you. " He said.

He didn’t blink. “There’s something buried beneath our bloodline. Something they once called a gift. But it’s not. It’s a curse. We see too much. Feel too deep. Remember too long. And the Descendants — they use that. They take children like you. Like Tristan. They dig their claws into your memory and twist it until you forget who you are. That’s what they want for Cara.” The voice crackled.