It's A Simple Spell But Quite Unbreakable Novels & Stories

They all said the same thing. “The spell is bound by blood and body material so it cannot be broken by ordinary means. It can only be broken by the one who placed the spell or the spell’s catalyst.” This was the words of the last wizard we visited which was the exact words of the rest of them. I decided to take the last ditch of effort I have left in me when I reached my office. I closed the door behind and dialed Aunt Bella’s number and she picked up on the second ring. “I thought you’d never call.” She echoed on the other side of the phone.

Amelia asks in disbelief. “Technically, yes,” she says as she slowly sits up. “It’s a barrier spell, one that mimics a natural block an animai would put up, but the person who made this is incredibly strong. The moment I tried to break through it, my magic simply rebounded back at me.” “Yeah, we kinda watched it happen,” Evalyn points out, causing Amelia to elbow her in the ribs. “Ow!” “So you’re saying you can’t take the barrier down,” I say, as that bud of hope gets pulverised.

“Yeah and this tells me two things, one the sorcerer who did this cast is higher up in the power hierarchy. Not all sorcerers can cast across parallel barriers. It’s a unique skill too.” “And the second thing?” I ask, feeling a sense of dread in my stomach. Isabella pulled another grimace and looked uncomfortable. “From what I can tell, for the spell to break naturally, it would take a specific combination of events in the exact right time. Like even only finding this out now could be unlocking a part of the combination and needing to be in wolf form when you complete the mating and marking process.” “So we just need to know the combination and carry out the tasks? Like in a video game?” Jen

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.”

They were now standing a few feet away from the beach house. My heart drummed erratically, and although the beach house is ensconced in a cloaking spell, a powerful enough fae or witch would be able to disarm the spell, if they know where to look. There is no such thing as an unbreakable spell or curse, like what Romeo had just experienced, there is always a way out, it's just a matter of the tools required to break any spell or curse. I held my breath, my body tense and alert, as I waited for them to make their move.

he shrugs. “Yes,” I say. "I can feel it." There's a barrier of some kind, but unlike the one at the witches' forest back home, this one is meant to keep something in, not out. Bristling with anger, Willow turns on Raymond. “This is not a complicated spell, you can easily break it.” “No,” he says. “It’s deceptive. Look.” The air shimmers like a mirage when he sticks his hand through the barrier, but nothing happens until he pulls his arm back. Before our eyes, his hand turns black and starts to rot away.

The magic clings to me like second skin now, keeping me just barely ahead of whatever monster comes next. That's when I feel it again. A thrum. A pulse. Warding. Old magic. Invisible to the untrained eye, but not to me. I pause at the edge of the protective line, my fingers outstretched, letting my power probe gently at it. Barrier spell. Defensive and complex. Maybe even beast made. I test for weaknesses. Flex my fingers. Nothing. Too strong for a field break. Damn.

“It is resistant to magic, no matter what you do it won’t budge.” ——— Liking the story please vote, comment and leave a review! Orz!

“This power will make me invincible. I will be unstoppable.” Before the darkness could claim her completely, Granny Minama storms into the room, her heart pounding with the urgency of what must be done. She unleashes a counter spell, a relic from an ancient past, the words heavy and potent on her tongue—a spell so old and powerful that it has not graced her lips in decades. It’s a spell that demands a steep price, one that her frail body is ill-prepared to pay, but Granny Minama knows there is no other way. She must save her granddaughter from the same fate that claimed her father.

Erebus said, "But then, the curse would be unbreakable." "Not exactly. It's like you are drawing a maze, and the rules would be the walls and traps and paths of the maze. The more powerful and better designed a spell is, the harder to get out of the maze. But being a maze, even if you don't have an exit, you MUST have an entrance, so magic is breakable in definition." "It makes sense." Erebus nodded. "So while sometimes you can ignore the rules and just break a spell by force, it's because you are powerful enough to overlook the rules, but--" Kitty continued.