Incantations Novels & Stories

“You should have treated me better. That’s okay, though. Astrid and I will be much better off without you and Lucille.” Looking down at the paper, I finished the incantation. The final words were heavy, thick with dark magic that felt like a drug as it shot into my blood stream. Invoko mortise … reliset demokana … The liquid in the bowl began to bubble and blacken. It quickly rose to a boil, sloshing over the sides. I backed away, remembering my father’s words earlier this morning.

It was not like perfume, but a seductive scent from her body. Nolan's face suddenly turned red. He could even see every single hair on her face, her seductive eyes, and her moist lips pressed tightly together, making her look extremely adorable. At this moment, the emotions between them seemed to become more intense and obvious than ever. Hellen, with her eyes sparkling with surprise, felt her heart beat faster. The seductive scent of Nolan's body penetrated her senses, creating a warm and strange feeling. She could feel the closeness and tension in the air.

“Ginger tea helps.” “I’ll give that a try. Thank you.” With a smile, Kristy turns back around, and we use magic to open the door. The incantation is the same from the inside, but this time, I don’t have to offer a drop of blood to prove I’m a member of the coven. “Invoco elementum terrae.” I hold up my hand, feeling power pulsing through me. “Invoco elemuntum aeris,” Kristy chants. “Invoco elemuntum aqua.”

She whispers a different incantation, invoking the powers of the herbs. “Auferte malum elementa invocabo,” I say, reading the spell from the book. “Dimittie eam mitte erranti est ultra modum.” The herbs ignite and dark blue smoke rises from the bowl. Tabatha hurries over and wafts the smoke around Evander. His eyes darken and he smiles, sneering at us. “Hic non receperint vos malum spiritus,” I keep reading. “Hinc ablegare invoco elementum purus. Sed vade et proficiscere et non relinquit vestigium!”

I countered with another incantation, this one more intricate and delicate, like tracing a sigil into the very air with trembling fingers and unshaken will. The second Walker halted, frozen mid-motion, trapped in a loop of its own making. It began to unravel from within, consumed by the very nightmare it had once fed upon. Its form collapsed inward, swallowed by an echo of its creation. But the last one came faster and smarter. It didn’t strike with claws or fangs. Instead, it reached for my mind, dragging me into a conjured illusion so vivid it felt like reality—a memory I had long buried. Anton, standing at the edge of a cliff, looking back at me with sorrowful eyes, calling my name like a

Eros Draeger My name is Eros, Eros Chaz Draeger, and I am an incubus. I take the life force from humans during the act of sex, and my master, the devil, takes a portion of it from me during sleep from the rune tattoo I have on my back. It can take the complete life force from any mortal who lays eyes upon it so I have to be cautious or leave a string of dead humans in my wake.

The blood welled fast, hot and dark, trailing down her wrist like a ribbon of defiance. Wind shrieked, tearing at her dress, as the night itself seemed to press in. Her voice broke into a chant—old magic, forbidden magic. The kind whispered only in burial rites and desperate prayers. "By the breath of the first moon, By the blood of the last queen, Let stone rise and flame obey— Let darkness break before the day." The air shook. Ignatius took a step forward behind her, his eyes wide with terror and wonder. "Krishna—what are you doing? That incantation—it's linked to the bloodline of the First Flame. You'll destroy yourself!"

] After reading that, the customer service agent sent me a message that sounded oddly like a blessing. Customer service: [Alright then. He'll arrive at your home on schedule. Have lots of fun!] A few days later, a broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted incubus with a cool, detached expression knocked on my door. The moment I saw him, I froze. Everyone knows the incubus race is unnaturally beautiful, almost too perfect—but this one? He looked like some elegant, distant heir who'd lost a bet and decided to sell his soul. "Master." His voice was low and even, brushing against my ear like a soft fur brush—light, teasing, impossible to ignore.

But the end of what was unclear. I searched the abyss and found nothing. Fear overwhelmed me; images started to appear one by one. Cleo, Prue, work, mum, and the last was Damian. Each disappeared as if they were smoke. Whisps filled the air and dissipated one at a time until there was only one left. The whisp from Damian floated across to me. It morphed into a guiding light as the ticking became faster. Something deep inside felt the pull; I needed to follow it. Step by step, one foot in front of another, I followed his light. It led me to a door in the middle of the abyss. The door stood solid in front of me as the whisp passed through it and disappeared.

“Let them sense. Let them circle. That only ensures I know where to strike. And strike I will. Lyra Hale… you don’t even know the storm you’ve unleashed by simply existing” Outside, the wind picked up, rattling the panes. The world was shifting, and soon, very soon, it would be impossible for her to hide. I leaned closer to the chalice, whispering a soft incantation. The flame inside it danced brighter, almost alive, and I imagined her blood coursing through it, glowing, calling to me. I smiled, letting the darkness inside me stretch, coil, and wait. “Let the hunt begin”