Incantations Novels & Stories

The words of the incantation were, "With my heart, I will gain the power of the spirits and eradicate the inner demons. An eternal blood pact, if the inner demons are not eradicated, the body is offered as a sacrifice…" Hearing Erin's incantation, Wilbur knew that the inhuman, non-insect creature in front of him was probably about to unleash its ultimate move. As the incantation was repeated three times, Erin, who had already been demonized, immediately crushed his own heart, and then a huge surge of spiritual energy poured into Erin's body...

He must cater to my mental and physical needs. Well, if the spirit was going to suck all my energy out. I might as well demand help with my office work. Also, the last condition may be too much to ask from an inhumane entity, but worth a shot. It was time to perform the spell. My heart sank. No matter the situation, it was hard to give away my body to an invisible being. I closed my eyes and prayed to God for safety and guidance before commencing the spell. “I call for the greatest, strongest Incubus of all,” I began, holding an old gold coin. “He who can free me and my kin from the chains of the Devil.”

Shocked, the clergies reluctantly stepped away. Pastor Angelo stepped forward and looked at Myra mercifully. “My child, accept the Lord and be free of evil… “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas…” He continued the incantation and even raised his hand at Myra. Myra looked afraid. She looked away from the pastor and the ferocity on her face faded but only for a moment. When she looked up once more, the coldness in her eyes and the aggression in her look grew intense.

But I knew the act was necessary to be the most powerful witch, not only on this continent but in the entire world. My ingredients were laid out on the table, namely rosemary, lavender, dandelion root, a few other mysterious items, and of course, mandrake. I lit a candle in the middle of the table and began chanting an incantation that I had memorized from a book. As I continued chanting, a mist began to form around me. It coalesced into shapes—animals, humans, and beings that looked like neither of them. Then suddenly, a voice spoke from within the mist. "Are you prepared for this ritual?"

The sweet, musky scent of incense wafted through the air as she poured it into the bowl of holy water. Using the chalk, she began to draw intricate signs and symbols on both of her arms. Next, she picked up a dagger lying beside the bowl. With a swift, precise motion, she cut her palm, and trickles of blood flowed into the bowl. As she did so, she began to incantate, her voice low, deep and hypnotic. "Kimberly Silversmith," she whispered, her eyes closed in concentration. Soaking both her palms in the water, she felt a sudden surge of energy. Her eyes turned white, and she slipped into a trance-like state.

There was no Father John to taunt me and no one to look at me with that knowing gaze. I curled myself up in my bed. My eyes lingered longer than usual on the Ceiling until they became blurry. The faint sound of children laughing outside, the faded echoes of footsteps, bells chiming. Each time I closed my eyes, I was there again. Standing helplessly, his hands gripping the back of my neck, his breath fanning my cheeks as he whispered. “You were born in sin Simon, but I will cleanse you of that sin.” I turned my face burying it into the pillow, trying to shake off the memory.

And when he gave it to them… He gave it perfectly. Too perfectly. Because Incubus did not feed on bodies. He fed on surrender. On the moment a human gave in—completely, willingly, beautifully. And when he was done… There was nothing left worth saving. Even Hell watched him carefully. Because Incubus did not destroy loudly. He erased quietly. --- Velkris. Wrath incarnate. If Incubus was silence… Velkris was impact. There was no misunderstanding his presence. No illusion. No deception.

Vinculum quod non frangi potest, nunc frangitur. Per sanguinem ligatum est, per sanguinem liberatur! Omnes clausuras disrumpite! Clausura absoluta! Sanguis trium - vincula frangite! I repeated the incantation after him and with each recitation, I felt a surge of aggressive energy course through that it threatened to spiral out of me chaotically. I shrieked as the wave got stronger and stronger threatening to blast out my chest. Cole and Skye vibrated furiously as the force compelled them to convulse aggressively.

The thick, copper taste of Dominic Varkov’s blood coated Rosalie’s tongue, a metallic brand that felt like a permanent iron shackle around her soul. The ancient incantations chanted by the trembling High Priest still echoed in the freezing night air, vibrating through the white stone altar like the toll of a death knell. The silver threads that had once tethered her to Prince Cassian were completely gone, replaced by a heavy, invisible chain that bound her to the most ruthless Alpha in existence.

They found that the princess had drawn symbols and triangles within a big circle on the damp ground. "Your summoning incantation." Cassandra handed a sheet of paper from her pocket notebook to her. Vasilisa nodded. She had a solemn look on her face. Then she pulled out a piece of rock from her cloak and placed it at the center of the circle. It looked like an amethyst. "It's great for clearing energy pathways," Owlyn told Cassandra in a low voice as if reading her mind. Vasilisa then went to stand before the circle and closed her eyes, trying to center her mind on the intended purpose. With a melodious yet powerful voice, she began to summon her spirit guardian by reciting the incantation in