Harry Potter Printable Spell List Novels & Stories

The Queen smiled at her with a mysterious look: "That's not just any man. From the tip of his heart, grew the flower of life. His blood would smooth the infusion." Jane just nodded. "Take out your wand." The Queen said, watching Jane's move. Jane took out the wand with a natural look. The wand that Lilith made with the leaf of the Tree. "The spell we use today, is called 'ancient creation'. It requires a lot of powerful items, AND, three powerful witches to cast." "Three?" Jane rose her head and looked confused. "Mother." A voice rose behind Jane. It was Allura. "Take the liquid silver and the star ore. One pure white, the other pure black." The Queen said to Jane, "Your power is the shadow,

- Chapter 9 - Agate's spell had sent Dorin back in his room with Seb. Seb took out his slate and has been writing vigorously since they arrived. He's been asking him so many questions when all Dorin wanted was to have some breakfast. [How did you see the spell?] he asked, [my locking spell is a 1st class charm! you can't just unravel it by cutting a 'thaum'!] "But, that's just what I did, I can't explain it further..." Dorin said for the nth time, yet the other can't seem to accept his explanation.

If I’m going to break the curse on my own, I need the spell Zachary has kept hidden away. I stride over to his desk, my fingers curling around the drawer handle. With a quick tug, it slides open, revealing a stack of aged papers. My eyes scan the contents until I find it...the spell. The parchment is delicate beneath my fingertips, filled with intricate symbols and incantations. I roll it up carefully, securing it before murmuring another spell under my breath. The world bends around me once more.

The spell was written in elegant script, with detailed instructions about hand movements and the proper pronunciation of each word. "Just follow the instructions exactly as written," Professor Leda Morrigan said. "Take your time." I stared down at the page, my heart hammering. Around me, other students were practicing their own spells. Someone was making flowers bloom from seeds, while another student levitated a feather in precise circles. They all made it look so easy. I placed my hands over the small candle on my desk and spoke the words written in the book. "Ignis veniat ad me." Nothing happened.

Taking a deep breath, I shut my eyes as I began chanting some spells under my breath with my hand stretched out In the air. "Spirits of the cursed, spirits of the night, Grant me the book of forbidden might. Pages of venom, ink of wrath, written pages of spells, Come forth from the witches’ dark path and blossom in thy palm." I chanted softly and then I felt my hand grow heavy.

The smoke disappeared into the air. The candles and incenses were lit on the table to create a flicker in the breeze blowing through the kitchen. She placed the crystals in the oven. Red for blood, fire, violence, health and danger. Orange for change and yellow for mourning. Black for evil and dark. She began stirring the crystals in the oven with a wooden spoon as she chanted a spell. The oven became so hot the spoon began to catch fire. She reached over to the sink and filled a glass with water. She propelled the glass of water onto the fire. The steam spelled out Slaughter Hill. The spell was completed.

I pleaded to him with my eye gesture praying he understood my point. I guess he understood me, cause he blink his eyes at me in an assuring manner "Speak up!" The Alpha said coming closer toward us "His sickness has no cure" "What???" The Alpha ask looking shocked, for a blink, I saw her eyes flick colors but they changed back to their normal colors immediately "What do you mean?" Alpha Sheila further inquired. "Your majesty his sickness is rare and if he must live, there is only one way"

She stands up and stretches, before rubbing her wrists and then she walks over to her bag on the floor and pulls out her book of spells. Always Standing next to her, I watch her constantly as she prepares for the spell and then starts to speak. “Hear me now. Let what has been done, be undone, and made right. Shall the spell be broken, and no harm come to them.” The minute she says the words, I hear Arabella’s voice. “They are waking up!” She exclaims.

he taunted. The wolves began to laugh again. For me, nothing was funny. Their laughter only made the hate I had for Derek to increase. To express my frustration, I decided to teach him a little lesson. While still caught in his laughter, I closed my eyes and began to make a spell, which will see him disgraced: “Let fly! Let it fly! Fly out of nowhere, the spirited liquid, out of abundance. On his face I command thee splash.” Unknown to them while I make my spell, the water in the cups placed on their table had assembled into one mass of greater volume. Their excessive laughter denied them from witnessing the transformation that had taken place.

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.