Forbidden Spells Novels & Stories

“Great! It turns out to be the Gravity Spell! Awesome! “I’m going to have this forbidden spell!” Alex activated another forbidden spell the next second—the Great Icebound Spell. Maguire was elated again as he had never learned the Great Icebound Spell either. Immediately afterward, Alex cast multiple forbidden spells. Overjoyed, Maguire looked at them with relish. However, he quickly discovered that something was wrong… Alex had cast more than ten moves of Ten-Point Forbidden Spell. Each move corresponded to a different law, but how was that possible? After that, Alex cast the spells consecutively.

Aislen frowned. “Corpse hair,” Connery replied mildly. “F-k me,” Aislen’s eyes widened, and she flicked a look at Stella and Bianca. “Does that mean what I think it means?” “Necromancy,” Stella confirmed. “One of the forbidden arts amongst almost every coven due to it’s dangerous and rather dubious nature.” “Only as dubious as the practitioner,” Connery corrected. “Focus on your own spell,” Meguitte replied without looking up. “And allow me to focus on mine.”

” But I refuse. My voice trembles as I forcefully unbind, "Unclear me." Break all the obstacles that have held my soul together.' The ancient magic erupts into the ground, shaking and writhing like a living entity. Observe sparkling symbols emerge, swirling patterns of light, imprinted into the fabric of the spell I utilized. " An unstoppable force. The spell envelops with forbidden power, an ancient magic that whispers secrets that must be concealed. And I'm too late: I can see things I never thought possible...

What he had ordered Sabrina to do was dangerous and I needed to stop him. “Stop playing around trying to find a cure when you know it's useless. Do it!” He growled at her and I furrowed my eyebrows. I hate how weak I was. My pack members were being bullied and I couldn't do anything to help them. Sabrina sighed and stepped forward. “For every forbidden spell done, there will be dire consequences. It might not happen to you but to others around you. Such a dark spell can cause a domino effect, causing a natural disaster in the human world.”

"That little wench is doing something," Nerissa looked at Blair, she wasn't sure if she is really Blair Lapiz but now she is. There is no one in the supernatural border who has mana like hers. It feels terrifying that Nerissa doesn't know how to react. The spell that Blair was doing isn't common, as a matter of fact, it was a forbidden spell because it brings disaster that never vanishes. "She's nuts to do a spell like that," Nerissa says. She knows how to counter it, but her magic power would drain in the middle of the spell.

ELEVEN" (11) years ago when we were trying to make a forbidden spell for humans? We heard it was forbidden and very risky.... But we never looked at the outcome as we made the portion because we didn't actually know the consequence of it. After making it, we activated it? But everything goes wrong as it seems like we forget a particular portion? We are supposed to add a little human things? Like; cream, perfume, anything human used... But we seem to forget it as we immediately disappear to the after life. My mom uttered as I sighed? "But why do you want to make a human spell when you know it's forbidden? We just want to control humans, that's all.

I ask achingly “After the three days banquet with the king. That will be more than enough time to be able to get the strands of hair, right?” “Yeah, so do you have a dark art spell book for the altering of fated mates? Since dark art spell books are very limited editions and an individual is not permitted to have it, save for an institution or organization registered under the King's government.” I ask cautiously “Definitely Hermione, your grandmother got legs…” She grins, standing up “Give me a minute, I'll go get the dark art spell book vol.0 for you to see.” Grandmother walks to her room.

One simple, yet stupid, annoying rule: no touching. ​She'd made it abundantly clear from the moment we met that skin-to-skin contact was off-limits. And I, Lucian Hawthorne, went and threw that out of the fucking window the moment she looked at me as if I was worth even a speck of her kindness. I wasn't. ​And to top it all off, I got hard. ​Got fucking hard for a human of all things. Feeling her soft-as-silk skin brush mine, even for that all too short moment, made me harder than ever before.

I stood there awkwardly near the doorway, completely unsure how to draw his attention toward me properly. I remember I was told to initiate to show willingness and if he doesn’t like me, I could get a strike. 3 strike and I am out and would be needing to refund the eighty grand, I can’t do that when spending it was worth it. So, a crazy Idea pop in, I pick a grape in my mouth and gently remove his newspaper, his eyes found mine as I sat on his lap, I place it at the tip, watching him slowly want to take it.

Just pattern. Thornveil. My heart sounded like a hammer in my ears. Backing away slowly, I changed angles and rewound the spell loop. Containment wards. Triple fail-safe lockdown with blood sacrifice override and ritual tethering. That wasn’t lore. That was function. I’d only ever seen small samples of this discipline banned and locked away in hexbound manuscripts that the faculty loved to lecture us about. But this spell wasn’t locked away. It wasn’t failing. Someone had activated it.