Novel & Cerita Lemon Spells

"Hurry Axel, let's do the spell, so we can find Lucy and explain everything to her and alpha Killian." They began the spell, and Axel wasn't kidding when he said he was terrible at Latin. After they started the spell a dozen times, they finally got it right. The room began to shake, and the shelves fell from the walls with a loud crash. Axel's nose began to bleed, and Ellens's eyes were glowing like fireflies in the dark night.

She quickly moved on to the next step. “Spellcasting is more than just throwing energy around. There are words, incantations, and movements that enhance the power.” She walked over to a book resting on a wooden bench and flipped through the pages. “Here. Try this one. It is a simple energy manipulation spell.” I took the book, scanning the ancient script. The words felt foreign, yet familiar, as if they had always been buried somewhere deep inside me. Luminare exanthis, feron voltara.

My first meeting with her. “Freku sa tilolo fis eku nas ti lalin.” He chants, making the whole place instantly dirt-free. “And here I was, thinking it’s -ti lalon.” I say about the spell “Ti lalon or ti lalin, can go both ways depending on who is using it; A warlock or a Witch.” He tells me “Well, I did know that some words are gender specific but I just never thought it would have to do with a single letter.” I mutter thoughtfully

Being a male omega in Harlet moon pack, I've become a laughing stock and a shame to my parents. Every full moon the moon goddess plays with my emotions. Yes! That's what it is, by constantly giving me a mate knowing I'd be rejected. I could hear my mother's whimpers from the back as her heart yearns out for me not knowing what punishment awaits me this time for being mated to the Betta's daughter.

“She’s real.” The countdown began as the red haze made its way across the moon. Jess stood outside her white chalk circle. In the center of her circle was the sage, the pink rose, and a chunk of Jonathan’s fur. I watched as she took a match and lit the center of the circle, igniting it into a large flame. Taking the book in her hands, she spoke the summoning spell in Latin; I couldn’t understand what she was saying but as soon as she began speaking, the light orange and yellow flames began turning pink and then purple.

"He kept showing up when I felt worst. Said weird things about my energy." A beat of silence. Then Derek exhaled, shaking his head. "Energy draining is rare. Some call it ‘witch sickness.’ There’s no real cure, just… prevention." He abruptly changed the subject, pulling a book from the shelf. "This spell sharpens memory. Temporary, but useful before exams." As he leaned in to point out a passage, his shoulder brushed hers—and he froze. "Your magic," he murmured. "It feels… different." Rita forced a laugh. "Probably Pru’s amulet." She tapped the charm at her throat—a decoy.

Trisha asks, her eyes wide. “Yes, there is room for failure,” Delphnie admits. “I still need to chant correctly. But having these herbs you provided puts me at an advantage. The scent of St. John’s Wort, nettle, and sage in the air will strengthen the chance of releasing the spell. I’m going to need some time to simmer them first. Then, we’ll put them in the spray bottle.” I whip my head toward her. “Time? That’s something we don’t have.”

"Aria, please lend me your power." She asked her wolf, who immediately stirred in her mind. Then she began the spell. "X Ten A Brease at Lukem. X Morte Advitum." There was a powerful gush of wind, and the candles which were lit fluttered as if they would die out. "Revoca and Imam Red A Corpus ut Quod Podium Est. Restitute ed Quod Mortuom Est Revervat." Odessa's voice had turned otherworldly and had a powerful vibration to it.

she screamed, denying everything. The sorcerer looked up, revealing yellowed teeth and a cold smile. "Luna Alayna, you really have a poor memory. When you paid me a fortune for the surrogate pregnancy curse, you certainly didn't say that." The room fell into stunned silence. The surrogate pregnancy curse was forbidden magic in the werewolf packs. Anyone caught using it would be exiled for life. Veins bulging on his forehead, Misael kicked the sorcerer violently. "You're lying! I don't know you! Sienna must have paid you to frame us!"

“Okay, Penny, you’re with me, Reagan, you’re with Meadow.” “What do I have to do?” Penny asks. “Just hold this for me,” I tell her, handing her the potion for the spell. Meadow and I stand beside each other and begin chanting the spell. We dip our hand into our pot of potion and watch as the potion absorbs into the spell and disappears. “Whoa, that’s really cool. But what does it do?” Reagan asks. “It sends up an alarm when someone with an evil intent to the pack comes through. It won’t harm them and it won’t stop them, but it will give us warning,” Meadow tells her.