Enchantment Novels & Stories

Cassian quickly explained, "Dr. Watkins, for cases such as Ms. Landon's, there are still solutions available." Eric's frown deepened as he asked, "It sounds like you have an idea." "I do," Cassian said with a nod. "What is it?" "We can use a Madiora enchantment." "Don't be ridiculous!" Eric snapped with a scowl. "In this day and age, I can't believe that someone would still bring up such mumbo jumbo. Are you trying to get yourself kicked out of the hospital?" "Let me explain, Dr. Watkins. Madiora enchantments aren't mumbo jumbo. It's a profound field of mystic arts that can truly help remove Ms. Landon's scar for her—"

"Mutation magic is a method where you transfer a part of your soul to an object, to store magic power and use it only in an emergency where you can't use magical abilities for some reason. For example, the strength of the witch is sealed, or in a state of war. Usually, it only use on a small scale, because the goal is only for the short term. "But in his case, this mutation was carried out on a large scale. Not done to store magic energy, but to work as an additional weapon or curse collector. I did experiment with this type of magic mutation with my father, to find out if my curse could be transferred in the same way as normal mutation magic. And it failed. The technique requires a living b

Just imagining fighting an opponent who suddenly unleashed five times their normal strength felt suffocating. It would be complete dominance. Above medium-grade enchantments were high-grade enchanted weapons. These were said to be as rare as a Phoenix feather or the bone marrow of ancient dragons. High-grade enchanted weapons could amplify a warrior’s strength by ten times or even more. Some even possessed additional abilities known as buffs. Certain buffs weakened enemies directly. Others targeted the mind itself, causing confusion, fear, hallucinations, or momentary distractions during battle. And among elite warriors, even a single second of distraction cou

The trending topic I arranged was buried deep by him. It was nowhere to be found online. He openly took Summer to a banquet, letting her play my role as "Mrs. Finley". He boldly invited the whole city to a grand celebration of Summer's birthday tomorrow. He knew full well that it was also the anniversary of my mother's death. He wanted me to recognize reality, that someone like me was no match for him. Cade hired a private doctor to bandage the wound on my collarbone, where the bone was exposed. "Mr. Finley still cares about you. He remembers that you have a special constitution and your wounds don't heal easily."

Synn explained, excitement filled in her tone. I wasn't still clear about what she was talking about. So I probed further, "And what's the Red House all about, and why have you been dreaming of going there?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow. "Red House is where people go to be loved and destroyed." My eyes dropped wide open the moment she said this. But Synn wasn't done, she exhaled softly and continued, "The Red House is a male dominated room where you can go and explore your deepest desire, but with a higher chance of getting ruined, because the guys in that room are not human, they are wolves." Synn slurred, she still seemed excited about the punishment.

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My hand froze on the knife. “Fuck” I cursed under my breath, wet in an instant. My thighs were already slick, my core pulsing. What sort of spell did he cast over me?! I pressed my legs together. It was useless. Setting the knife down, I slid one hand under my skirt and traced the trail with my fingers before finding my clit—swollen and sensitive. I circled slow, syncing with the pounding next door, but it was a futile attempt at pleasure. It just wasn't enough.

A wizard that can par to Marvellion Ancienterre. Here he is, been mocked by this insolent kid. A disrespectful brat. He will show this kid that he shall be feared. A black solid ball wrapped by a very prominent intensifying lightning formed on his right palm. This is the full force of his magic; supreme ultimate sacred magic: Enoxial bemothe.

And this spell requires direct contact. “God- this is gross!” I scream as I run in and stick my hand in his chest where I think his heart is. I hold my amulet for focus with my other hand and quickly say the enchantment. Bang. It pops like a loud balloon. Bits of it fly out of his chest cavity. It’s so - nasty. The wolves around me look at me with some look - a few shifting and looking at me with admiration or respect. Evan is there, grinning at me. Nick comes up behind me and puts his arms around me.

The Red Moon day arrived but this time my family, the creature of full moon weren't happy. The occasion of Red Moon day came in every 3 years and that time when the moon shine upon us we all feel powerful than ever. Every wolf life depend upon it's pack and tribe so that particular day when the moon was at its peak every wolf unconsciously shape-shifts to their natural worm because wolf are most powerful at its animal form. Its been our ritual for so long, the tribe gather up together to feel enlightened, more powered and stronger.