Love Spell Without Ingredients Novels & Stories

He didn't get to finish what he was saying because I started the next spell. I started to push loads of love into him. He would love me forever. This spell was simple and it's results were supposably great as long as the God didn't have any love in them already. It was forbidden because if was irreversible and if the God already had love in them they would become dangerously obsessed and possessive. It took awhile but finally after what seemed like forever everything was done. "Do you love?" I asked him hopefully. I prayed it worked. He gave me a gorgeous smile making me excited.

They may get the wrong idea. Hiding in an empty office, I find a microwave and a bowl to heat water and begin grinding the flowers and herbs. Placing my fingertip in the hot water, I stir clockwise, watching the water change from clear, to blue, to purple as I stir. A love potion. As long as there is still affection in his heart, I’ll be able to win him over. I know it will work. I’ve used it before. I just need to mix it with my scent and it will be so overpowering that Sylvester won’t be able to resist.

Like hell he would after all these years it’s not like he could magically fa-. I stopped in mid-thought. “Magically,” I said out loud “Magic, a love spell that’s it!” I knew just who to go to for a powerful love spell. I grabbed a large sweater, then made my way to Elias’s room. His room still smells like him, yet the scent was faint. I made my way to his dresser and grabbed his brush that most likely still had stands of his hair in it. Then I made my way out of the house and into the night. ----

“All of them require ingredients and intention. Those two are probably the most important components of any spell. Well, that along with the time and place you’re preforming it, but we’ll get to all of that later.” I yanked another box from the back and tore it open. Inside were large bottles of olive oil with some Italian name I couldn’t pronounce. Together we began sliding them onto the shelves. “Ingredient wise, almost anything can be used for a spell. You can even make your own spells, but that’s a skill that takes years of practice.” She shot me a look out the corner of her eye. “Messing around with magic can get you seriously hurt. It’s not something to play with, just so you know.”

She kept looking at the high priestess as if she was asking for permission. I didn’t have more time to think about it since the treaty was brought forward and the high priestess signed it. The witches celebrated with loud shouting and dancing, and it was clear that they were happy about the treaty. They all went quiet as an elder walked to the front with a beautifully decorated box. She handed it to me and I thanked them for the gift. It was clear they were all excited about it, so I opened the lid and inside there was a stunning array of herbs and spices and a mixing bowl. “We know that werewolves have a destined mate, but we also know that you haven’t found yours yet. This is a love spell

I read aloud. “This ought to be good.” “Let’s begin,” I said. Grimoire floated closely. “Ingredients…” “One vial of pure moonlight, two drops of lunar petal extract.” “One drop of silvermist extract, one drop of enchanted honey.” I stopped. “Where am I going to get these?” I asked. “Talking about moon drops and…” I paused to look back into Grimoire to get the correct spellings. “...lunar petal extract!” “Do you not have something simpler to source?” I asked.

Edithta questioned Jasmine with a raised eyebrow and she simply nodded her head “It’s no ordinary spell but a ‘Love Spell’, you son’s mistress is the one who had casted it upon him with help of ‘Love Potion’, but now that your son was leaving with your family from past few weeks she wasn’t able to continue with providing him with ‘Love Potion’ this lead her previously feed potion had into a poison…. and now it is showing adverse effect of spell casted by his mistress Methiela” Jasmine explained her properly

I say. “Okaaaayyy,” he says, drawing out the word. I run my hands over the potion, feeling that the intent is pure, positive and good. That’s what I needed it to be. “The one who was swayed Has become dismayed He can’t feel his mate In his current state He can’t sense his child The bond is defiled This spell will be cast To see through the last To rise above and sense those he loves” The liquid rises out of the bowl, forming into a watery-looking heart before breaking apart and evaporating into the air.

Rumored throughout history to clear the heart and mind, and make a patient malleable to the whims of the supplier. In other words, a perfect ingredient in a love potion or spell. Did Lila really think that would work? A memory of last night flashed in my eyes, of my hands on Dominic’s face, his arms, his chest. I would have done anything he wanted me to do, fully at the mercy of his desires. I slammed the book shut, deciding not to replace it on the shelf but bring it home for more close reading.

“Sweet girl. Ivy told me why you were coming. The answer is yes, I can do such a spell, but there are somethings you should know before we try.” “Like what?” I blurted out. “First, there is no guarantee it will work. These things are up to the goddess. If she feels her creation has completed their time, she will not send them back. The second is that the main ingredient for this spell is a rogue’s heart.” “Take mine.” I demanded. I knew if the spell didn’t work, I wouldn’t be able to live without my mate. I also knew I didn’t have it in me to kill someone else just to bring him back.