Honey Jar Spell Novels & Stories

"We need to reverse the spell, but it won't be easy. The altar is protected by powerful magic. We'll have to work together." We joined hands and began to chant, drawing on the strength of our family's legacy. The air around us crackled with energy as we focused our will on counteracting the dark spell. Slowly, the oppressive energy began to wane, the carvings on the altar glowing with a faint, golden light.

Amelia caught it and not wanting to waste anymore time before she was caught, she opened the jar and immediately dropped the blood onto the doorknob. It made a sizzling sound and a little smoke came out of it before a click was heard. Amelia then twisted the doorknob and it opened. “Go now, before your twenty minutes are up,” Cara urged her. Amelia quickly entered the room and she saw the three jars on the table. Walking to it, she tried to take them but she was burnt. “Cara, there’s some kind of magic spell that is burning my hand as I’m trying to take the jar,” she said over the phone.

A reversal would have to be performed. Reversing magic spell takes the spell off you and sends it back to the person who put it on you in the first place. Ellen believes that it is safer to reverse a spell than attempting to get revenge on someone. Ellen placed a red and black candle on the table. She cut seven divots on the top of the candles with a knife. She then placed a reversible oil on each candle. Jennifer took a nail and wrote, Lillie, I return the spell back to you on the candle. The candle slowly flickered, and the wax began to burn. Jennifer felt relieved because the spell was reversed. Ellen gave Jennifer a candle and instructed her to light it every night in front of a mirror a

Sydney’s silence tells us both that she did not tell them a reason, only that it must be done. “No problem. Elnora, grab the white jar in the bag and make a circle for me that is big enough to hold the three of us.” Harmony instructs, and I immediately take a knee, open the bag and look in to find the jar to do as she requires. I am just about to begin pouring when Harmony barrels into my side. “Not that one.” She breathes painfully. “What is it?” I ask, looking at her as she replaces the lid. “Salt.” “It is white. I thought that is what witches used for a circle.” My ignorance is undoubtedly showing. “No, any true witch will know that salt is bad for the earth. No, use the other jar; it is

Dani paused and sniffed the vile. “Holy blood? Not a very common thing. Finding someone who is not just pure but holy isn’t easy. And here I thought I was the blood snob.” Dani snorted. “It is a potent anti-magic spell. Aunt Sarael invented the spell, like our guild’s talismans but to be modified to target certain types of supernatural creatures.” Khalid explained. “Isis, can you grab a bowl so we can start this? Then I have enough empty canisters that we can fill to use.” Khalid glanced in my direction.

I shut the door behind me and placed the spell jar on her bed because I had absolutely no time to waste as sundown approached which meant that their pathetic picnic would soon be wrapped up. I opened my spell book and went over the curse quickly before I sucked in a deep breath in preparation for the spell recitation. My wolf’s magic as well as mine flowed through my veins and I tapped into it just before I began reading out the incantations from my spell book, word for word. As I recited it over and over to increase its potency, I could feel myself growing weaker and weaker but it didn't stop me. I continued the incantations until the spell jar that activated the curse glowed to signal that

I cast and feel the energy sucking out of me, but it doesn’t do anything to awaken the triplets. Jared laughs, his eyes telling me how much of a failure he counts me as. Breathing in, I reach deeper. “Impero terrae, audi verba mea, et adhae-rere omni petitioni meae. Hanc maledictionem averte et innocentem sana.” Dragging my sentences, I lay emphasis on each word, making sure that my intention is well understood by the air. When I finish the spell, my eyes glow brightly, telling me how much of my energy the venom sucks just to get the triplets back to a healing state.

She handed me the jar with shaky fingers. After my little performance for the Storm twins yesterday, things were moving faster than even I had expected. The fear in Zeke's eyes when I mentioned the Queen had been wonderful. The Syndicate thought they controlled him, but seeds of doubt were already growing. I sprinkled the foxglove into a copper bowl and watched blue flames rise. "Leave me," I ordered Lily. "I need privacy for this working." Once alone, I settled in the center of my circle and closed my eyes. The spell I needed was ancient—one the Midnight Queen had banned, which made it all the more necessary.

He just nodded and stood up and went to the cupboard. "Why? Something wrong?" Drake asked me without emotion. "None of your business." I replied. He was about to say something, but he got interrupted by Liam. "I found it. Here." He said before handing me a small jar. I looked at it and examined it. Yes, it really came from the clinic. "What is this?" I asked, still examining the jar. "It's an anti-wild spell. Preventing her to go wild and you know, hurt someone." He explains.

I gave him a confused look. "What fate? And why didn't it work on me?! ", I asked them and yelled at them, but I had a good idea of what they were going to say for my last question. "It is a love spell, which makes the one who breathes the smell kiss the closest person. The only person on whom the spells do not work is the Goddess of the Moon, "he said while keeping his disgusting smile.