Incantations Novels & Stories

"Her power is fighting the suppression. Anyone who touches her now risks being destroyed." Carlos struggled to his feet, his eyes never leaving mine. The pain and fear I saw there nearly broke me. "Nora," he called, his voice breaking. "Please, don't do this." But it was too late. The potion was already working, tearing through my defenses, fighting against the very essence of what I was. Elder Silvarum stepped forward with his staff and began incantation. I was writhing in agony as the Elder continued with the incantation. His words weren't in any language I recognized, ancient and powerful, seeming to resonate with something deep inside me.

Energy whips through me, crackling over my skin and churning my blood as I chant silently into the night. “What…?” Amos gasps. His hands loosen around my neck. Greedily sucking in the heavy night air, I take the opportunity to speak the incantation aloud. The syllables slide out in a coarse whisper, echoing across the water in terse ripples. “​​From light to shadow, from stone to bone, I send you back to the void you’ve known. By earth, by sky, by sea, I proclaim, Be gone, demon, in darkness remain.”

Dean said, his tone resolute. Nicola stepped into the circle, holding a small dagger in one hand and the book in the other. The triplets and Marla positioned themselves at the edges, their eyes locked on her. She took a deep breath and began the incantation, her voice steady despite the fear gnawing at her. The words were foreign, harsh on her tongue, but they carried a weight that resonated in the air. As she spoke, the altar began to react. The runes glowed brighter, and the pulsing grew faster, like a creature sensing its imminent demise.

The witches swayed as one, their robes shifting, their hands lifted. I held my cut palm over the bowl again, letting more blood drip, and with it I began the incantation, each word rolling like thunder against my tongue. “Sanguis adstringo, cor coniungo, voluntas mea tua est, voluntas tua mea est. Sanguis claudit, flamma ligat, umbra servat. Manet in aeternum, non rumpitur, non solvit. Audite me, o vires, audite me, o noctis domina, audite me, o sanguis vetus.”

I repeated the spell louder, “Cum omni necessitate potestateque Hecates, appareas ille, potens et antiquus, quem voco.” Energy pulsed like wildfire beneath my hands, heat radiating upward, and I repeated it a third time, almost screaming, “Cum omni necessitate potestateque Hecates, appareas ille, potens et antiquus, quem voco.” A surge of raw power nearly knocked me off my feet. Whispers in an ancient, dangerous language slithered through the air, sending ice-cold shivers down my spine. Finally, it was time to uncover the truth.

She reached for the place her father had warned her about. Her wolf, stirred. “Do it,” Her wolf murmured, voice cal. “But don’t half-ass it.” Scarlet clenched her jaw. A low hum filled the room, vibrating through the walls. Light bloomed beneath her palm first faint, then blinding, white-gold and violent, flooding the chamber like a small sun had been born in Ronan’s bed. Scarlet’s lips moved. Old and ancient Incantations not meant for mortal tongues. Her voice trembled but didn’t break. “By blood remembered… by bone unbroken… by the moon that binds and burns.”

That’s when I felt it. Something collided with me, not physical but like a memory trying to take root in bone. My breath hitched. An entity wove through my brain, winding beneath skin and down to marrow, cold and slick and wrong. It whispered through the back of my mind, tugging at old pain like it could unravel me from the inside out. I stumbled, hands clamped to my chest, as my vision darkened at the edges. And then it laughed. The sound wasn’t human. It was cracked, reverb, a hundred whispers at the small of my back. The thing that had wormed out of the splintered ritual wasn’t whole. It wasn’t anything alive. Spectral, Nora had said. Minor. Contained.

But what is a god to truth incarnate? Kieran crawled back to the altar, his limbs trembling under the weight of what he had seen. The book still hovered in the air, its pages yawning open like a wound in the fabric of reality. Symbols split across them in spirals and ratios, bleeding into one another, whispering truths that no human mind was meant to hold. He ripped out a bit of a page and pulled out a pen from his pocket and wrote, “You’re not supposed to be here.” The cathedral began to pulse again, as if reacting to his defiance. The entity leaned closer, its presence folding the space around him like paper.

Iris's P.O.V. ​"You keep hold of her." ​"I am." ​"A tight hold on her," Lucian clarifies crisply. ​"I said I am," I reply with as much patience my body could muster. ​"I'm serious, Iris. I don't need that monster tearing him apart," Lucian voices from the other side of the door. ​"Okay, first of all, Sassy is not a monster. She is your Moon Goddess reincarnated and more," I snap as I glare at the door which stood between me and the person who deserved my narrowed gaze.

For a fraction of a second, something heavy and unreadable flickered in his gaze, gone before I could catch it. "Because a deal is a deal, Chiara," he murmured, his voice low and steady. "And I always honor my vows." The driver stepped around to open my door, holding a wide black umbrella over the pavement. I took a deep breath, pulled my jacket tight around my shoulders, and stepped out into the night—no longer the woman who had fled her own wedding, but the woman who was about to burn down everything that had ever held her back.