Novel & Cerita Doctor Strange Spell

"When I say so, everyone needs to dribble some blood on the ground. I don't care how you do it, but it needs to hit the pavement." Snarls, some a little more animalistic than human, sounded. I began the long sequence of the Ancestor's Storm spell. As soon as the last syllable fell from my lips, I yelled, "NOW!" I launched immediately into Conjuration of Soul Draining. The reversal of magic from the crazy lady wearing Ferria rocked through our group like we'd been hit by a tidal wave. I held onto Kiema as if all our lives depended on it. They did. They really fucking did.

My second vision had warned me about this. I held my breath, knowing that if I turned around, I would find Chase at knife point. I clenched my trembling hands into white knuckled fists. Darryl's bleeding was not ordinary. In fact, the bitch who was holding Chase at knife point, had spelled the knife she'd thrown at Darryl. I closed my eyes as I placed my hands over his wound. I casted the spell out loud, knowing that she was listening. My palms tingled and I opened my eyes to see that they were emitting a white glow. Darryl's wound stopped bleeding and his supernatural self-healing kicked in. I rose to my feet, still not turning around.

She whispered some words and the symbol she drew glowed gold while she smirked. “Their spell created the darkness, this one could destroy it.” Nevada said passing Draven a piece of brown paper that had some magic words scribbled on it. Draven memorized the words quickly making sure that they were he wouldn't miss a chant. He stared at them before shaking his head in the affirmation that he had learned the spell.

Layla POV “That bastard!” Jason roared, as Samuel cursed as well. “How is that possible?” I asked the doctor, confused by Jason and Samuel’s response. “It took a special spell to make it happen. My friend is working to identify a way to remove the spell from your body,” the doctor shared.

My best friend cheerfully greeted us while she was kneading some dough on the kitchen counter, and we sat down on the stools to tell her things from our lunch meeting. "Guess what?" Blair began, and the witch doctor, chef now, raised an eyebrow and asked, "What?" "I said guess, Sander. So you should fudging guess." Blair answered, and I stood up to get and drink a glass of cold water from the fridge. "Uh... Should we use witchcraft upon him now? I am actually all hyped up for finally using that forbidden mind spell I learned decades ago but had only used on rats to come freely to my mate for her food." Cassie let out, making me spit the water out my mouth, and they both looked at me.

“I don't want to scare you, but unfortunately we don't have much time. You're far too important to them, being the Edwards’ daughter. Please just trust me and let me do what is necessary to protect you.” Elizabeth approved, nodding her head slightly. She was too frightened to speak. Professor Knudlac finally pulled out of his left sleeve a thin stick of mahogany with gold inlay and said the following words: “Locus Inrita!” Blackish dust came out of Elizabeth's clothes, and the particles got together in a small bulge of powder, then it disappeared as if swallowed by something. “I reversed one of Miss Hortensia Blackwood’s spells. To know all the time where you are, she cursed you using a powe

Casper was sitting beside Stacey's very unconscious looking self while Jennifer stood in front of the bed. "It did.' She said, still sounding sceptical. " She has a regular pulse and she's not cold anymore.' "So what's the but?" I raised my eyebrows, hoping it would not be something dramatic. "She's still not awake, okay?" Casper cut in. "Is the doctor on his way?" I inquired, moving closer to him and putting one hand on his shoulder. "What does it matter?" He immediately slapped my hand off. "What can a human doctor really do about something that was caused by a spell?"

There, in my mother’s handwriting, was a list of spells she had invented — each classified as X-Forbidden. Jualsra — a de-healing spell that reverses the subject’s healing process. It can reopen old wounds, both visible and invisible, physical or otherwise, returning them to their worst state. [Conditions Required: 5 years of life-force (irreversible), blood tongue, undivided visible focus on the targeted wound, chanted thrice to activate fully ।। Side Effects: Phantom pain while casting the spell, drains energy] Blood tongue was essential for nearly all forbidden spells, requiring the caster to cut, bite, or chew their tongue until their mouth filled with blood before chanting.

It was just Chloe, her mother, and the three women who had become her unlikely allies: Melinda, Zoe, and Diana. Diana set the ritual tools on the bedside table, candles, herbs, and a small obsidian bowl filled with water. Her movements were precise, almost reverent. “This spell will restore her body,” she said evenly, lighting the first candle. “Her blood will flow clean, her nerves will wake, and the stroke will be gone. But…” She paused, glancing at Chloe. “She will remain asleep. For now.” Chloe’s heart clenched. “Why? If she’s healed, why can’t she wake up?”

"One of the spells Kendall taught us, it’s a healing spell. I saw her use it. I can do the same thing." The doctor’s eyes narrowed. "You brought a witch here?" "It doesn’t matter what he is," I snapped. "If he can save her," I turned to Duke, closing the distance between us. "You better not be lying to me. Because if this is some kind of trick, I will make your death last days." Duke’s face was pale but determined. "I’m not lying. Let me try." I looked at the doctor. "Let him do it." "Derek, if this goes wrong,"