Honey Jar Spell Novels & Stories

Lucas said to comfort them. They all went outside and I locked the door and all the binds in the windows. The sacred spells are the spells that can only be used by our family. This spell will not work if there is someone aside from me and the patient so I need to make sure that there is no one who can even take a peek. I took out my golden knife, this is our heirloom that is being passed down from generation to generation. I also took out my small glass the size of a shot glass.

Nanna began to chant. The pearls shimmered, one by one turning red—except the last. The necklace levitated, hovered, then dropped back to the table. Nanna stopped. “Open your eyes.” They did—and gasped. “Wow,” Rhea breathed. “Why is one pearl still white?” Isis asked. “It means his soul mate lives,” Nanna replied. “What does this mean for the spell?” Rhea asked nervously. “As long as his soul mate is alive, that last pearl won’t change. The spell will fade in seven days. You must renew it regularly or risk losing him.”

“What I do know is that when I was a very young mage. The best that the King had before Warlord, the King asked me to design a containment spell. I did.” “What did the spell do?” “Reduced a creature’s size and appearance to allow it to be kept within a chambered jar.” “Soon after that, Warlord came to be his Commander.” “What did the King use the spell to capture.” “I’d love to know.” Hawk shook his head in wonder. “But there’s rumors he keeps the sacred jar in his maze of chambers within the walls. Somewhere Warlord can’t sense it and can’t track it because of the dampness of the inner walls.”

But her racing heartbeat was a nice indicator. “Ninety seconds.” “You do not understand! I have been loyal to you! I have done every single thing you asked of me! Why can you not understand that even if you have a legion of witches, the spell will not work without the eye of kharvoku!” She yelled, desperation fuelling her anger. I crossed my arms, waiting her out. She rose to her feet but maintained her distance. “The spell is only half of it. To make it effective and long reaching, the potion needs to be applied. But not without the eye. The eye locks it in place and breaks every other spell. That is what we need. Once they have ingested the potion, it cannot be undone because no other spel

"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