Immortality Spell Novels & Stories

'' Lyra i can save you , i can even if your body is no more i can still bring you back by summoning your soul and transfer it onto someone else's body '' he said to her whispering in her ear . '' I will try everything no matter what it takes '' he said to her . Then he closed the coffin and went back to research about wasteland again . According to wasteland , whoever stays there can gain supernatural powers and there was some records of the philosophers stone and elixir of life which can give eternal youth and life . Later after two days , it's finally full moon . Arthur was waiting for that night . He went out into the evening waiting for full moon by the side of the lake .

Haldir asked as his eyes darted around his rickety hovel. Michael gave Haldir an apologetic look of understanding because he'd had a similar gift bestowed on him many, many millennium ago. "You will live among the Others in their world. Since you can never really be like them because you were born of human blood, the gods gifted you immortality. No weapon ever used against you will succeed, you will not age and you will never know illness." Haldir laughed out in his raspy, throaty way. "That is quite a gift."

Lucas asks with a shaking tone. “There´s a myriad of possibilities that may arise. One of them being the explosion of dark energies. That´s typical of reversing grand rituals and unstable spells.” I recall Stella´s immortality ritual that spanned decades until it was completed. There was no way to reverse such a spell without unleashing dark energies. The First Vampire´s bane catches my eye laying on the floor. I surreptitiously pick it up while everyone is listening to Sabine. “Make no mistake, this spell remains reversable yet without the nasty side effects. However, even the slightest blunder and, due to the state of the soul, dire consequences may result. Nevertheless, I believe that we

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."

Before I can even start to change forms, the witch’s eyes flash bright green, and I find myself unable to move my arms or legs. “What did you do to me?” I growl at Emira, trying my best to make my hands move. All of my limbs feel like they have been encased in thick cement blocks, making them unable to move. "I cast an immobilization spell," Emira gloats. "You didn't even see it coming, just like you never saw any of our attacks coming." She cackles evilly and sparks fly from her fingertips, singeing the grass around her. "Oops," she giggles. "I got a little too excited. We-"

That brings about I know many things other people don’t. He gives me that crooked smile that would once make my poor heart throb. Now I think the withered organ isn't even beating. — You offered her a second chance, she accepted it, had to die burned and turned to ashes, her molecules came back together and then what? She became a psychotic killer and entertained herself by mutilating people? I see him purse his lips and lower his head in shame. —There is something I must confess. There is a period in the life of an immortal that can only be described with a word: Emptiness.

She wasn’t broken. Her mother pressed the blade to Azaria’s chest—and then something shifted. The mirror flickered. Azaria’s body collapsed—but her spirit didn’t. In the glass, I saw a sliver of golden light flare within her. The ritual broke apart. The chains shattered. The spell had failed. “What happened?” I asked, gripping the edge of the mirror. “Why didn’t it work?” Killian’s face twisted in realization. “She’s immune.” “What?” “The Killing Heart Spell—” he began, eyes wide, “—was created by her bloodline. That kind of deep-rooted magic can’t turn inward. Not unless it’s cast by an outsider. Her mother can’t hurt her with it.”

Cash says as he shoves another piece of bacon into his mouth. “Enough.” Aunt Beverly said to the two of them and then looked at me and said, “Lexie we had made an agreement with Mr. Conner all those years ago that you would become the Queen of the Immortals. I am not understanding how Mr. Conner isn’t enforcing this union.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. It sounded like I was sold off to the Immortal King but for what reason. Did my aunt profit from this union? “Well, if she doesn’t want to be the Queen of the Immortals, I would love to take her place.” Lena says to our aunt like it was no big deal.

For a moment she chuckled and dropped her cup, which was now empty. "Indeed, she is not going to come to life in this body again." I stared at her, confusion getting the best out of me. "When you cast the spell, the strange energy you felt, is death leaving and your soul, embracing immortality." I stare of confusion morphed into one of total shock.

“What can I do to cure to him? I saw immortality threads in his chest but his gains are turning black. What does it even mean?” He pointed to his bag and I immediately brought it closer to him. He reached inside and brought out white pixie dust, the tooth of a bear and one strand of the tail of a unicorn. He also wrote down a spell for me to chant after placing these items on his chest. “The curse is trying to trick you. Immortality threads are meant for the immortal. So why would an immortal be dying? It doesn’t make sense. After you’re done with this spell, Damon will regain little strength but I can’t guarantee you full recovery. He’ll still need to bear a child if he wants to be free of