Magical Chants Novels & Stories

- Alex commanded between clenched teeth. —Give me your other hand, Alex, quickly! We interlock the fingers of our other hands and stare into each other’s eyes. —With blood and fire I Thee release …With blood and fire I Thee release… The chant that come out of my mouth seemed to have an echo, reverberating around us. —With blood and fire I Thee send …With blood and fire I Thee send … —To the place where you belong… Where you belong… —Hoping that my future bends …

Pain flared, but I began chanting words the old woman fed me, strange syllables that felt ancient on my tongue. “Lunara sanguis, vinculum aeternum, Revela viam, umbras dissipa. Crescentis ignis, cor meum vocat, Per tenebras noctis, Vaelira duc eum ad me!” It was very hard to chant continuously. I felt a resistant force and my mind kept slipping. The woman’s voice grew urgent. “The spell blocking you is too strong. Cut deeper. Focus harder!”

Magic, strong magic, is always said in latin. I begin chanting, feeling the magic light up in the room. Meadow joins me when I start the second line of the spell, Tate the third. Then unexpectedly, Avery starts with the fourth, putting her hands on my shoulders and standing behind me. I hear Amir start with the fifth and I’m sure his hands are on Tate’s shoulders and then Lynn starts in with the sixth and final line. Their magic boosts ours, adding to the strength of the spell. As one, we repeat the six lines two more times, our voices staying soft, but the magic in the room intensifying as wind begins howling around us, blowing my hair around my face. I feel the walls shake and darkness beg

He said, pointing at me. Balthazar’s eyes glinted with dark magic as he nodded. With a wave of his hand, he began chanting in a language that sent shivers down my spine. The air around him shimmered with dark energy, and a swirling portal opened up behind him, its edges crackling with an otherworldly light. The ground beneath it trembled as something dark and monstrous clawed its way through.

Slowly, Thea's magic wove a bridge between the physical world and the ethereal realm. As the incantation reached its crescendo, the room was filled with a haunting chorus of distant cries. The anguished voices of Faith and Kendrick's children echoed through the air, their desperation and fear resonating in every corner of the room. Thea's power drew upon their emotions, their connection, to fuel her spell.

I clicked it to pink, of course. “Are you ready?” They whispered. “Yes I am.” I said, pen in hand. “Et erit activated, vocantem nos est in domum suam: a me accipe est. When you are in a highly emotional state, say that chant and the amulet will bring you home.” The Shadows whispered slowly so I could write the chant down. “Did you get the message in it’sss entirety?” They slithered. “I did, thank you.” I said. Instantly The Shadows just started to dissipate, slithering away into the nothing and everything, taking the chill to the bone deep cold with them.

Merlin held his hand out so that Arianna could grab it and siphon some of his magic to help with the spell. "Repeat after me - Phasmatos Siprum, Emnis Abortum, Fasila Quisa Exilum San." Both the witches, Arianna And Zachary Merlin continued to chant the incantation. Simultaneously, " Phasmatos Siprum, Emnis Abortum, Fasila Quisa Exilum San. Phasmatos Siprum, Emnis Abortum, Fasila Quisa Exilum San. Phasmatos Siprum, Emnis Abortum, Fasila Quisa Exilum San."

They were meant to honor the soul, to send it into the next world with respect. I closed my eyes and drew a steady breath, my hands trembling as I reached into the deep well of magic within me. The power surged through me, warm and familiar, as I began the chant. The words were old—older than the pack, older than the curse that had shaped my life. They were meant to guide the spirit, to send it to rest. But as I began to speak, the power inside me didn’t respond the way I had expected. It was hesitant, like it was testing me, pushing back against the weight of what I was doing. My body trembled, my voice faltering as the energy around us grew heavier.

“Mom is on the verge of breaking down. If you throw any more tantrums, I am afraid I won’t be able to save you.” Letting out a prolonged sigh, I closed my eyes; albeit a bit reluctantly. “Ovum preste vistalia…. Ovum preste vistalia….” The rhythmic chanting of the spell resounded in the room and the candles started lighting up one by one. The crackling of the energy in the room made the hair on my back stand. It wasn’t fear, rather it was a kind of thrill that came from restoring our magical powers. The crackling grew in intensity until it became almost painful. Then, with a soft rebound, it ebbed, extinguishing all candles. I felt completely energized by the time the ritual got over.

I call to the magic of my maker to aid me in this moment. “I call on the Goddess of Light. The Goddess of Prophecy. The Goddess of the Veil. I call upon the Mother of the Makkari. Your child beseeches you in this time of need,” I chant softly and with each word I feel an energy begin to grow within me, burning like a supernova. “Magic pure and bright, aid me in my fight, through dark of night, give me light!” I shout.