Incantations Novels & Stories

Why does he feel something weird inside his heart right now? "You.. I'm gonna make you mine.." Steven whispered to his ear before fainting. Nicolai froze to his place and didn't make a move for a few seconds. His just standing there with his clenched fists. "Damn it! I thought I was mistaken, but your voice, is more sexy in person than on the phone." Nicolai mumbled.

She was going to chant an ancient incantation, for where the Umbragon lies dormant and since this incantation was for making it, she said it backward to resurrect it, "Exanimo Umbra, Noctis Obscura, Umbragon! Terrae umbra, Spiritus tenebrae, Umbragon! Arcanum adveho, In obscurum redde Umbragon!"

The moment I would either master the power growing within me or be consumed by it. Taking a deep breath, I placed my hands on the altar and began the incantation Sin had taught me, the ancient words feeling strangely familiar on my tongue. As I spoke, the markings on my arms began to glow, their silvery light intensifying with each word. The world around me seemed to fade, the faces of my friends blurring as I sank deeper into the ritual trance. The ground beneath my feet no longer felt solid, and the air around me thickened, taking on a crimson hue reminiscent of my visions.

I whispered, mostly to myself. The circle closed in. Without waiting, I bit down on my thumb and traced a symbol in the air. My blood shimmered, glowing a deep, dangerous crimson. Then I whispered the incantation that would free the darkness I had kept hidden for too long. “Sanguis Umbra... arise.”

As I laid there waiting for sleep to take me. I was startled as my eyes drifted they landed on a human shaped shadow again by the bathroom door. I tried to roll. Nothing happened. Scared now, I tried to reach my phone. My arms wouldn’t move. My breathing was getting rapid. The only thing that would move is my eyes. Why can’t I move? From the corner of my eye, I saw it. The shadow moved from the doorframe towards me. It was an ambiguous huge male human shape with a hat on its head. Once it reached the bed, it stopped. Less than a foot from me and I couldn’t make out any details. My heart was racing, and my breathing was ragged. Male knuckles traced my jaw from my ear to my chin. The touch w

Then another. And then, like the faintest spark igniting in the darkness, I felt it - a hum, a vibration that started deep within me and spread outward, thrumming through my veins like an electric current. It wasn’t overwhelming or violent; it was subtle, yet undeniable. I whispered the incantation again, my voice steady, each word precise. As I finished, I opened my eyes, and my breath caught.

One innocent kiss, and his brain shorted out! [If an incubus keeps making that sound, it means one thing: Either they're sick, or they're in heat.] I tested the waters. "Honey, are you listening?" Arnold's pupils snapped tight, as if he had just woken from a dream. He straightened up in a rush and pretended to inspect the office. Then, he cleared his throat and tossed me a black card. "Take it. Buy whatever you want." "Huh?" I stared at him in confusion.

The high altar waited—white cloth pristine, tabernacle lamp burning low. The demon shoved Damien face-down across it. The embroidered frontal cloth bunched under his chest; the cold marble kissed his overheated skin. His cassock was torn open completely now, hanging in rags around his shoulders like a mockery of vestments. The incubus climbed onto the altar behind him, knees bracketing Damien’s hips. “Chant,” he ordered. “The Lord’s Prayer. Backwards. While I fuck the sin into you.” Damien’s lips moved, shaking, at first silent, then in a broken whisper.

The final block of text answered my question. [Modern wireless signals are the perfect bait. It has learned to camouflage itself, taking advantage of humanity's curiosity, and embedding its call within music. The moment you listen, you establish a link. Through that link, it slowly erodes your consciousness, alters your flesh, and ultimately, it guides you willingly into the deep sea, where you will become its nourishment.] I threw my phone away. So, that was the so-called Deep Sea-fication? Was I becoming its takeaway dinner?

The air shimmered as she began the incantation, words infused with ancient power that resonated through the very fabric of the supernatural realm. "Elvie, daughter of the moon, ensnared by unseen forces, let the veils that bind you be lifted. Return to the essence that defines you," Morgana intoned, her voice carrying the weight of centuries of magical knowledge. The incantation wove a tapestry of arcane symbols in the air, unseen threads that sought to unravel the mystical bindings ensnaring Elvie. The room, bathed in an ethereal glow, bore witness to the delicate dance between magic and fate.