Finite Incantatem Novels & Stories

* Magic Spells An incantation, a spell, a charm, an enchantment, or a bewitchery, is a magical formula intended to trigger a magical effect on a person or objects. The formula can be spoken, sung, or chanted. An incantation can also be performed during ceremonial rituals or prayers. In the world of magic, incantations are said to be performed by wizards, witches, and fairies. Some spells are normal and work can be done by just chanting, the words, while some need a special sign to perform spells and some need special preparation to perform them.

Outside, I could hear wind dragging across the northern courtyard, but inside, there was only the sound of parchment and the soft scratch of Callum’s pen as he traced a correction in the margin. “Wait,” I murmured, leaning closer, pointing to the edge of a binding glyph. “That curl—doesn’t that change the suffix? Wouldn’t it alter the structure of the entire incantation?” Callum adjusted his glasses, eyes narrowing. “You’re right,” he said slowly. “It shifts it from passive intent to active cause. If you tried to use it as-is... you’d probably blow your eyebrows off.” I smiled, just barely. “So—still better than Marwood’s lectures.”

We were in over our heads, but Evan was here, and he wouldn’t let anything happened to me while he still lived. Lilith’s hideous laughter faded to a dull ringing as she spoke, her voice low and dangerous, brimming with a sick sort of amusement. “Why would I be interested in a vampire who managed to claw back half a soul when the anti-christ is standing before me?” “What do you mean, anti-christ?” I pushed my head up from Evan’s chest, my eyes fixed on Aurelia—on Lilith. “Don’t listen to her,” Evan whispered against my hair. “I told you she was a trickster.”

That she lost the track of her character, and she could be fired now. * Closing his eyes, Sebastian tried to block everything away, trying to feel the music and let it run through him. Numbing his senses, he furrowed his eyebrows in concentration, with a languid buzz of the drop beat, he started to sing. Sing me to sleep sing me to sleep I'm tired and I I want to go to bed...

“Infernus et perdere faciam te in nomine Domini!” This time, Ru didn’t feel as confident. It seemed like there should be a different incantation for something so large. Surprisingly, it worked right away, and Ru found herself gazing at an empty, though distant portal. She decided to close the expanse some before she recited the incantation that would blow the portal since her strength wasn’t quite what it was before.

He wore his usual black waistcoat, sleeves rolled up, but his expression was darker, more intense. In his hands rested a thick, ancient grimoire bound in deep crimson leather. Gold runes pulsed faintly on the cover. “The Breeding Grimoire,” he said, voice low and resonant. “A medieval fertility text. It demands a full ritual enactment to neutralize its power. You will read the incantations aloud while I perform the rites. The book requires multiple offerings — deep, thorough breeding — until the magic is sated. Do not stop reading, no matter how full or overwhelmed you become.”

This looked like it had the power to decimate the world as a whole. "And no, don't even think of breaking it or stopping it. It can only be stopped by thirty witches performing the incante", the woman grabbed Hailey by her hair. How did she know Hailey was there?! The incante was the second most power-zapping spell Hailey knew existed. It really was over, there was no way they could get thirty witches in the nick of time to perform the spell. "Who else should I kill from your pesky team?", The woman cackled.

Restoring it wasn’t just about rebuilding walls; it was about ensuring the pack’s survival. “Here,” Althea said, pushing a book toward me. “This might help. It’s an incantation designed to bind energy into a physical form. If we could amplify it, we might be able to reinforce the barrier.” I scanned the page, the symbols and words forming a picture in my mind. “It’s a start, but we’d need a massive amount of energy to sustain it. Even if we both combined our power, it might not hold for long.” Fatima leaned forward, her interest piqued despite herself. “What kind of energy are we talking about here? Like...lightning bolts? Explosions?”

The stone seemed to drink the blood hungrily, the carved lines glowing faintly with absorbed power. The incantation rolled off my tongue in the old language, words that bound souls and twisted natural bonds into artificial chains. Each syllable carried weight, power, consequence. This wasn't the kind of magic that could be undone easily—it would leave permanent scars on the fabric of reality itself. "Vinculum naturae corrumpere," I chanted, feeling the spell weave itself around Raymond's consciousness like chains of shadow. "Cor ejus ad meum solum ligare. Videat tantum quod volo eum videre."

he replied calmly, not even winded, “we can’t afford to disrupt the energy right now.” “Any unnatural means of travel could attract attention or worse, interfere with the veil between realms,” he added. Before I could argue further, he added, “Oh, and Lilith mentioned she’s starting to summon more incubi and succubi to walk through the realms… one for each individual.” I blinked, surprised. “More of them? For what?” “She’s targeting those who harbor fear,” Damien explained. “The more fear they feel, the more entities she sends. She’s doubling the visits to those who are the most vulnerable. And so far, they’re responding exactly as she hoped.”