Dr Strange Spell Novels & Stories

Drave collapses like dead weight, unconscious but still alive. My entire body trembles with the volatile mix of rage and adrenaline, but I force myself to focus. I can’t afford to lose control now, not when so much is at stake. I extend my hand, casting a binding spell that wraps Drave in magical chains, pinning him to one of the throne room’s pillars. The chains glow with a silvery hue, pulsing with runes that flicker like living flames, making escape impossible.

"I'll hold him off!" Marinetta hesitated, her heart torn. But she knew what needed to be done. She pressed forward, clutching the relic tightly. As she approached Draven, she began to chant the spell, her voice strong and unwavering. Draven's eyes widened with realization. "No! I won't be imprisoned again!" He lunged at Marinetta, but Harley intercepted him, grappling with the vampire lord. "Finish it!" Harley shouted, his voice strained. Marinetta focused all her energy on the spell, the air around her crackling with power. As she completed the incantation, the relic began to glow, pulling Draven's essence towards it.

A few of them had symbols next to them and a how-to-use description attached to it. My eyes found the healing spell first. I was desperate. Too desperate to bring him back to me. "Ilkn teluhe Daikvina Narme olf tarhe gldoi woh sbhredante lefil itnao su." It was a task to pronounce the words, but I struggled until the end and repeated it again and again. Before I could think twice about it, I shred the page off and returned the order of the druids on a place on the shelf I could discover if I ever came back.

"I…...Supreme Alpha Sheila Mahamanga of all the supernatural world…….hereby send you Eden Rastol back painfully to the abyss…... of eternal pain….., may you never reincarnate again!" She concluded and tried to stab me with the sword. "Skrah………..ahhh…...ahhh……" Mighty thunderstruck, repeatedly as the sword fell from her hand, she looked enraged, but that wasn't all as mighty and heavy wind began to blow, the fire around us lit out. "How dare you, how dare the moon goddess stop my ritual, I will kill you by myself……!!!" She roared in anger and made to choke my neck, a piercing light suddenly shuns from the necklace around my neck, blocking her sight

“What kind of spell?” “I want to see who was here. It’s a divining spell. I have to be very specific about what I want and then it will show me. In this case, I’m going to ask it to show me who was here. It’s a bit more complicated than that, but that’s the gist.” She says, moving to the center of the room.

Time for more fun with freaky professors. Professor Dravik Thornhall stood at the front of the room, his ,greasy hair slicked back like he’d just stepped out of a discount vampire movie, his robes rumpled and stained with something I prayed wasn’t soup. Or blood. Honestly, could’ve been either. “Today,” he said with a slither of a smile, “we began the most sacred practice of spellcasting, connecting with your core magic.” He actually licked his lips. Ugh. I visibly shuddered. Aster leaned over and muttered, “Ten bucks saya he has a collection of enchanted toenails in his office.”

On his black bookshelf sat a comic book collection that would make Kiaan jealous as well as books with symbols—some of which she recognised from Damien's jewellery. "So from what you said, it sounds like you guys were trying to summon an Alastor," he said as if the solution were obvious. "Exactly what I was thinking," Jess joked. Malus laughed. "These things usually last for a limited time." After going to his shelf and selecting a black covered book. When he opened it up, Jess saw it was full of handwritten script and drawings. He licked his thumb and flicked through the thick, off-white sheets. "Ah, did you notice if there was a full moon at the night of the spell?" he asked.

I moaned in his lips as he was trying to push me, but I was strong this time and I didn't let go. “Serena!” I heard Mom yell at me, making me look at her. The distraction was enough for Draven to push me and hold me down while Eliphas chanted a spell I haven’t heard before. Probably a spell to stop even the darkest of souls. I could feel my white eyes coming back to my normal color, but I couldn’t stop feeling the power in me. The spell only calmed me down for a moment, and that is when they took me down to the dungeon cells.

He too was pained from talking about this cave. Sabrina and Vincent shared gazes at each other. They nodded before returning gazes to regretful Draxler. "Whether or not there's a monster locked in the cave we are going to retrieve that weapon!." Sabrina responded. She lifted her right hand. "Elypisia!" She whispered while her eyes turned hazel. "What are you doing?" Draxler asked already uneasy from the spell. He could tell he was slowly succumbing to unconsciousness. His vision was getting hazy with sudden weakness touring other parts of his body. "Entering your mind to find the Cave." Vincent smirked.

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.