Harry Potter Truth Spell Novels & Stories

Bubbles of air choked her throat, keeping the whispers back, letting out only a stutter at best. Monica took the King James Version Bible, raised it up with a hand and nervously gulped down, different panic and guilt thoughts raced through her head but she dismissed them - not totally. "I solemnly state I will tell the truth without hiding or adding anything and I should be punished for false testimonies if I lie." Her voice sounded mechanical, like the voice of a person reciting something written. I implore you to say the truth, just this once!

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.

I'm surprised this little shit knows about the probation deal. "If you're done, you can leave. I'll let him know you showed up. Is there a name I need to give him?" I pick at my nails, acting like I don't care. I don't, because there's nothing I've seen, nothing that remotely even supports the venom coming out of his mouth. It's pretty obvious, at least from someone who's been alone a long time, that Trick's been alone too. "G. You can remember it and scream it when he's making you come."

I sat heavily in my chair, my hands trembling. "I don’t know what’s real anymore," I admitted. "Clarissa... she was everything. And now, I can’t even hold a memory of her without feeling like I’m betraying something." Camelia stepped behind me and placed her hand on my shoulder. "Your soul knows the truth. You just have to listen. And you don’t have much time. The spell is nearing its final stage. Once completed, it will replace truth with falsehood entirely. You will not remember Clarissa at all."

But Jason's childhood friend, Lilian Foster, traded her own tongue to a black-market witch for the antidote. The moment the truth was exposed, the love in Jason's eyes turned into a hatred that pierced through the bone. He sold me to the black market as a live test subject for experiments and forced me to drink a Corrosive Spellvial. My insides rotted away, and I died from sheer pain. Now, I had regressed in time, once again holding that same bottle of Love Potion. This time, I didn't hesitate. I drank it all in one swift movement.

His eyes couldn't conceal it. "I can get us out of here!" he moaned excitedly. Myra moved her gaze closer to the man who appeared to be the most enthralled by whatever Oswin had to say. "Do you have a counterspell?" "Swear in this dungeon that the secret will be kept within these four walls." "Promise," I murmured, raising my right hand. "Promise! Even if I bet on my lovely face! So, do you have a counterspell for Professor Zoe's high-level spells?"

"He probably sniffed it out, that filthy thing. Alright, you're free." As soon as he said that I was free, my body jerked up and I had full control once again. I quickly sat up and glared at him. His eyes were pink again. "What was that? What did you do to me?" I asked him angrily. He closed the magazine and threw it on the table. "Truth spell. I haven't used it in a while, probably why you got impaired for a bit. That's my bad." He said with a small smile.

Zahir could also be wearing a facade of love to hide his true intentions. I was just bluffing when I said I could use forbidden magic. It was the truth that I knew the spell that could take me into someone’s unacceptable parts of mind, but I had never used it. I wasn’t trying to use it on Zahir, either. I just wanted him to panic a little and then I immediately teleported us here in front of Hikari.

I turned to him. My dad looked at us as if we had grown three heads. “You are the King and Queen…command them to tell the truth.” Silas shook his head. “It won’t work. Our guards take an oath, and unless they are released from it, they can’t move against the one who swore them into it. Even if the oath holder is dead.” I turned to my father. “What about a truth spell?” I flipped through the book in my mind. “It won’t work.” Silas shook his head. “The oath itself was created by the Goddess to hold against magic, and wolf command alike.”

I smiled sweetly and folded my hands across my chest. She eyed me from up to down, "What do you want from me?" I poked her face like a bully would do to its prey, "Answers" I replied. "Void chute Theranos" Narin chanted a quick spell and I turned to her, "honest answers" she finished for me and smiled brightly. "I cast the truth spell on her, everything she would be saying from now on would be the truth if the spell truly worked. I nodded at her in approval, "That is so nice of you, let's see if it is successful"