Honey Jar Spell Novels & Stories

The king replied, “More than a thousand lives of my Maddox Village are in your hands. If I really wanted to trick you, I wouldn’t have brought you here.” At this moment, Xyris Labelle explained from the side, “This is a Cannibalistic Spell, a sort of powerful parasite. They will devour any sort of flesh and blood that get into contact with it.” Everyone turned to Xyris simultaneously. The bishop asked, “How do you know?”

Mix in a compulsion spell that forces the subject to answer whenever a question is asked, and what you have is someone who cannot lie and cannot stop himself from talking. Jester wouldn’t be surprised if Alveston told him that his inspiration had been the Eterali spell. It was very similar, and just as effective. He glanced at Alisa. He had purposely not told her that Hogar and his associates were under those kinds of spells, but with her Gift, she probably already knew the moment they entered the room. Maybe the cold look in her eyes was more genuine than he thought, and maybe they were not just directed at the suspect.

Nonetheless, they made me feel hurt, helpless, and pathetic. It was a blessing in disguise that I spent all the time outside work practicing magic. That allowed me to lock the door saying, “private life” and bury a key. I was diligent at studying the demonic language. I even made my own notes based on what Immara found. After two months, now I felt confident of planning the breaking spell ritual in detail. I asked Grandma and Aunt Kira to help me perform the locating spell which supposed to help us find the sacred place with the highest level of inner energy. Aunt was so excited that she even came three hours earlier than we were supposed to meet.

Jared strolled over to the small cabinet that sat in the corner of the room. “What will all of this do?” Wondered Jared. “Now this is a simple protection spell, but there is no protection spell is perfect.” Sage answered in a serious tone of voice. Jared watched as she poured each ingredient into the marble mortar and pestle. While she ground the mix together, she began the small chant. “By all up high, world and wise. By Oceans for and wide, by day and night. With the power of four, I seek protection for thee. So, smote it be.”

I yelled and squirmed under Jake’s crushing weight. I had to keep them talking as I tried to remember a secret spell that my dad had tried to teach me. A spell that affected werewolves and Vampires. It sent high pitched sound waves that made them bleed from the ears. I pretended to close my eyes in pain but instead, I was trying to concentrate… and then I remembered it. If the infernun brono spell worked, I might as well try my luck with this other spell, even though this one was more complex. I muttered the spell as I exhaled and felt the unfamiliar rush of magic in my bloodstream.

His brow was slightly furrowed in quiet concentration, like he was solving an equation only he could see. Professor Adira’s voice cut through the tension: “Blood sage mixed with crushed moon mint is used in threshold seals and identity spells. Can anyone tell me what that means?” Alex raised her hand eagerly, her brown ponytail swinging behind her. “It’s to ensure the intended recipient’s blood resonates with the protection seal’s rune structure.” “Excellent,” Professor Adira praised. Alex beamed and scribbled more notes. Jace’s gaze finally shifted back to their cauldron as he poured the mixture into the glass dish with delicate precision.

Alfie widened his eyes, refusing to believe what he was seeing. A voice in his head said, "Those are the Golden Spell, Evil-repelling Spell, and Protective Spell. The combination of three spells gave the user ultimate protection." Alfie immediately caught on. "Do you mean it's from the Jewel of Prosperity?" "Yes!" Alfie gritted his teeth in anger. That jewel should have been his! First, Woody beat him to it and got the jewel. Then, the jewel displayed its power and helped him to suppress and absorb the snake-turtle energy.

Hazel’s breath caught in her throat as she heard this, and she felt fear slowly creeping in, but then she pushed it away, focusing on what Halle was trying to say to her. “The pillar that you encountered before can be summoned again. You have lost your default chance with them, and you need a spell to raise it up again.” Hazel listened attentively as Halle spoke. “I do not have to go over this one because your spell book can always guide you,” she said, and Hazel nodded.

The idea of finding her through magic ignited a spark of hope within me. My mom reached for her necklace, unclasping a delicate charm. It glimmered in the soft light, radiating a mysterious energy. She held it out to me, her eyes filled with determination. "Take this charm, my love," she said, her voice steady. "We'll need it for the spell. Now, repeat after me." Together, we chanted the ancient incantations, our voices blending in harmony. The room seemed to hum with an otherworldly energy as we delved deeper into the spell. My mom's eyes turned a milky white, a sign that she had entered a trance-like state.

The jar of ash piqued my interest and I grabbed it, studying it. “What’s this?” I asked, studying the bottle. “Well that is a rare type of wolf’s bane. It contains the plant and special spells. It allows me to get into your head, and we need it to see the prophecy properly. I can only tell you a solution if we do that.” Alarms flared up in my mind at the sound of her entering to see my thoughts. “Wait, what makes you think I would allow you into my head? That means you would see all my thoughts and I can’t let you do that.”