Honey Jar Spell Novels & Stories

We had woken up at the crack of dawn and had immediately continued moving, I had been told we had about three cities to pass through today and we would be continuing the ceremony. Nobody realised that I and my husband and the creatures of the parallels had our own little....ceremony yesterday evening. After that beautiful kiss shared between I and Hades, he stepped away and let me do the rituals. Many of the parallels, older looking ones males and females had gotten around me holding differently coloured eggs, they had gone round and around me and then presented the eggs to me, apparently all I needed to do was blow air into them, which I did and then they were all paraded back to where they

And the witches stood up, placing the jar aside and sat on the bare floor, forming a circle around the altar they had just created. The witches nodded before locking palms with each other and started to mutter a spell "miertr inri arieitereas" they said in unison, they muttered the words repeatedly and the candle lights shone brighter. The atmosphere turned gloom and dense. And then, the blood slowly started to move, thereby dissolving the five pointed star and forming into a straight line.

Corvu is completely bewildered and rubs his ear. “I thought you couldn’t use the amulet for magic.” He blinks, but I just laugh. “It’s not real magic.” I begin, “It’s just a trick, perfected through the art of diversion and confusion.” He grabs my hand with the pebble in it and turns it over. “How’d you do it?”

Jess wished she were standing closer to Caine but reluctantly took Kiaan and Damien's clammy hands when they reached out to her. "Say these words three times," Damien ordered. “Shadows lurking in the night, I summon you, come to us tonight. Give us the revenge we seek, Twist the strong and make them weak. I call on you to make this spell magick, so mote it be." After the third iteration, Jess looked about the room and noticed the others doing the same. Brows raised, Kiaan asked, "Is something supposed to happen?" "Not now," Damien assured him. "But it will. Trust me."

She asks, indicating for us to all to take a step back. With an annoyed sigh, we all step back as one, giving her a foot of space in between us. Morgana rolls her eyes before she begins to speak. “The spell that has been placed on Jamari is very old, and very old.” She begins, a frustrated growl leaving her lips. “It would take someone old and powerful to accomplish this level of spell.” Kenji and I turn to look at each other, uttering one word at the same time. “Thoth.” Power swells around us as the man who’s name we both uttered suddenly appears in the room with us, a mischievous grin on his face.

Micca leaned over and sniffed the bundle I placed in front of her. I picked up everyone one by one. “Yarrow, mugwort, rose, rosemary, and ginkgo. Alone and they aren’t much but together, with a little sacrifice and the right words, and we have a spell.” I handed the last bundle to Wendy. “I’ll go first.” I placed the candle in the center of the bowl and lit it. “Fuck.” I got up and went to the kitchen and grabbed a knife and came back. “A knife?” Hanna paled, but I just chuckled.

Resolve. The Hallow stirs in the shadows behind me, a low hum vibrating through the room. It’s hungry. Growing. Waiting for the next offering. Jason believes this spell will give it what it needs. He doesn’t know I’ve changed it. He doesn’t know I’ve hidden a protection spell inside the binding, woven so tightly, so subtly, that even he won’t see it until it’s too late. A spell that keeps the chosen victim alive. A spell that starves the Hallow just enough to keep it from becoming whole. A spell that ensures Jason will never win.

The word should suffice. To my astonishment, it does. He turns, blinking pointedly as he waits for me to speak. “Is that all the information you have for us?” I ask. “Yeah, that’s about it.” He snaps his fingers. “Oh, except for this: the spell is intended to make you two irresistible to each other. So you produce lots of little puppies. Make of that what you will.” My hand drops to my stomach. “Thank you for having me. Lovely home you’ve got here,” Jonah says with an exaggerated bow. As he leaves the room, he calls, “You have my P****l.”

Trisha asks, her eyes wide. “Yes, there is room for failure,” Delphnie admits. “I still need to chant correctly. But having these herbs you provided puts me at an advantage. The scent of St. John’s Wort, nettle, and sage in the air will strengthen the chance of releasing the spell. I’m going to need some time to simmer them first. Then, we’ll put them in the spray bottle.” I whip my head toward her. “Time? That’s something we don’t have.”

Lylah uttered, placing down the glass of wine on the outside table as she looked at me with a sharp teasing frown. I inhaled my first bit of the cigar, closing my eyes with pleasure and turned to exhale it on Lylah teasing her back. She coughed waving in front of her face to remove the cigar fumes that surrounded her nostrils. "You tease, come here!" She said, giggling whilst trying to snatch at me, almost falling off her chair. "Hey guys, I think I got something. Look!" Melody said excitedly. "Demolishing spell. It says that it can be used on any beast of hell. It needs the strength of a few witches. The more the better," She explained.