Friendship Spells Novels & Stories

Like all life and energy has been compressed and could explode at any moment. The spells seem to be working. “Explain these spells,” Damien says. “And what they do.” “Basically, their strength is proportional to those they are placed on,” Fredja begins. “That is the stronger a person is or their powers. The stronger the spell holds onto them. You can't break through this with force. The only way that can happen is if I loosen it myself.” “And you are sure it will hold?” he asks. “I mean, it's not like you are intimately familiar with the workings of dark magic. Can you anticipate all her moves?”

“Oh spirits of my ancestors, controllers of the greatest sorcery. Let the alpha princes, Axel, Carson, and Brody, be bound to me by destiny. Let them be drawn to me. Cause a strong mate bond to weave us together. Let their hearts and minds be mine. Let them give themselves to me with unwavering loyalty." As I spoke these words, I visualized the alpha princes being enchanted by my spell. I could see them through my mind’s eye, their faces framed with love. I imagined them kneeling before me, their eyes filled with adoration. I saw myself as their queen, their lover, the one they desired above all else.

“Then we remember it together.” She touched the glyph. Kaima echoed her. The Hollow responded with a new spell form a pattern neither movement, word, nor sigil. A relationship. The first spell that would only work if two users shared memory. The world had tried to build magic from structure. Now it would begin again from trust. Karthir burned in silence. Not fire, not rage but the collapse of intent. Without resonance, without true connection, the False Bloom Variax had become a shell. Its core, once glowing with fabricated frequency, cracked into inert crystal.

I knew Philip very well that he was true to his words. But there was one thing I found out about the spell that Helen had casted on him. It was not a love spell like what Philip thought it was. I had found out it was a spell to enhance a little shred of hatred or fear that one had over the person the spell was intended to. It only had heightened what Philip felt about me that he had hated most. It would eventually cloud his mind until that hatred overpowers his love for me. An ancient spell that was created to create chaos. It was forbidden magic and I wondered how Helen got hold of it.

Then again, we look so similar that he can’t deny the presence of celestial magic. “A pleasure to meet you, Alpha,” Layla says, bowing low. I have to suppress a laugh at her performance of respect. Layla never talks to anyone like that, not even her own Alpha. But she knows how to work a situation, and she won’t let her irreverent personality put anyone at risk. “What have you got to tell us about this so called friendship spell and love song?” “In many ways, friendship and love are one and the same,” Layla says. “When this inscription was made, it could have been an attempt to bring the two families together as friends, or in the manner of siblings.”

He asked. He sighed. “The witches. They did this.” He muttered. “Well then if this is a spell do you know the only way to best break a spell is through a strong bond.” He said to him and before the Alpha could fire anything else back at him he reached out and patted his shoulder with a small smile. He turned then to leave and Xavier wanted to thank him but for a moment it seemed like a strange thing to consider. Their friendship had been in shambles already and to think that he could fix it with a simple thank you was nothing more than wishful thinking.

I am not sure how he could sink that low. “Nice to see you awake.” I hiss. “Whatever, what the fuck do you want?” Sian asks. “Is there a spell that can remove a mark left by someone else?” I ask. “Yes, but only if that person’s mate or beloved ides or if they are chosen mates. It will not work if they are fated mates.” Sian explains. “Plus it takes someone much more powerful than me to be able to do that spell.” Sian adds.

As it turns out, there was a lot. Love spells to capture the heart, though burdened with consequences. Truth spells to sort out lies and uncover secrets. Strength and energy spells to help in combat. Protection, banishment, containment, and illusion spells were a few more I was trying to wrap my head around, and that wasn’t even the full extent of it. We’d just finished eating when Sterling’s phone began to ring in the pocket of his blazer. Instantly, his demeanor changed. He’d always been a bit cold and aloof but staring into his eyes now felt akin to being lost in a snowstorm.

I couldn't help but wonder what had gone wrong, how our once unbreakable bond had shattered so suddenly. The room seemed to echo with my silent questions, the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the walls. I tried to focus on the spell before me, pouring my energy and emotions into its creation. It was a way to channel my pain, to transform it into something tangible and powerful. With each incantation and gesture, I hoped to find solace, to mend the broken pieces of my heart. The spell became a metaphor for my healing.

“We need something that links us to your friend. Do you have anything of hers?” A moment of silence ensued as I pondered. Then, of course. The necklace. My fingers instinctively reached for the chain around my neck, the cool metal of the lunar pendant resting against my palm. It was a symbol of our friendship, a promise to always protect and watch over one another. I unclasped it, the loss of its familiar weight against my skin strikingly evident. “Will this work?” I asked, handing it over to Sariah. As soon as she took it, a ripple of energy coursed through the room, stirring the air and heightening the intensity around us. The witches started to chant, their collective voices weaving a tap