Magical Girdle Novels & Stories

She carefully unrolled the scroll, her eyes scanning the arcane symbols and encrypted messages. But as she translated the ancient text, a sense of foreboding settled over her. The scroll revealed a startling twist—a fragment of the dark curse responsible for the Magus's transformation was entwined with the Veritas Reliquary. To break the curse, they would not only have to find the Reliquary but also discover how to separate the dark fragment from its protective magic.

Realization struck her and she let out a breath of air, nodding as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Of course,” she whispered. “Sneaky.” “I’m sorry?” I asked, raising my brows. “What is sneaky?” “This necklace holds the most sacred magic,” Orenda explained. “Only one exists in the entire world and it’s meant to go to the most powerful and purest witch. It was a gift from the Moon Goddess herself. That way, even after death, her magic can live on through her offspring.” “How would Maeve get something like this?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at the pendant. “It used to belong to her mother…”

Her doubtful voice reminded me of this gift given by Zayden, I totally forgot it during this sudden change in my life. “This one? It’s a gift from Alpha Zayden. He gave me this for protection from the Vampires.” “Alpha Zayden isn’t a witch, Helena.” Utterly unsatisfied by my response, Susan explained her point. “This is the magical string, and it isn’t a simple spell, Helena. It’s concealing your aura from others. Like when I entered your room, I could sense sister Cynthia’s scent, not yours.” I looked at her in bewilderment, as it wasn’t clear to me whether it was a good thing or bad.

Though there was never sun in the area they lived in, they still made some sun bracelets for themselves. These bracelets, could not be taken off due to the magic-infused with them. They were permanent. Only a powerful witch or wizard could undo that spell. They made them in case they would, one day, wish to visit the Sunny areas. Her name was Griselda. The vampire was a good fighter, his name was Tony and the other vampires made him the leader.

Magic shimmered faintly around the fabric, a soft, golden glow that pulsed like a heartbeat. “There’s a concealment spell on this,” Gertrude said, her voice low and focused. “Whoever this traitor is, they used strong magic to mask their scent. But…” She paused, her brow furrowing. “I’m starting to lift the spell. Give me a moment longer.” She said, her voice filled with hope and certainty.

Belle set them on the table. “The locket contains a lock of his hair and a drop of his blood from his umbilical cord.” Belle explained to me. “The blanket is his receiving blanket that he was wrapped with when he first entered the world.” She broke down sobbing in Alaric’s shoulder again. I was determined. The certificate read Aranelda Tirisil. I called for my Grimoire. I flipped through the pages, looking for a spell to feel a life chain. The book took over once it finally knew what I wanted. I placed my hands over the items and began to read. I didn’t know what language it was, but it seemed to flow from my tongue easily. I’d have to ask Selene about that later.

Spells danced across the pages, their whispers resounding through the stillness of the room. And then, a glimmer of understanding pierced the veil of my consciousness. The words on the scrolls converged, forming a picture of ancient rituals and forgotten incantations. A surge of anticipation coursed through me. I had found it—the key to unlocking the dormant magic within. I had found the only object that could take away and give magic blood. The Belvidere Illinois Amulet. It is a Red amulet that has magic blood stored inside it. If I could find it and have it as mine then I would be able to save everyone.

"It's beautiful." "And powerful," Luna Mara added, her voice softening. "It contains old magic, passed from Luna to Luna through generations. It will recognise you, strengthen you." As she placed it on my head, I felt a gentle warmth spread from the circlet, a subtle energy that seemed to flow through me like a current. My pendant responded, glowing faintly beneath the fabric of my dress. "They recognise each other," Luna Mara observed with satisfaction. "The Luna's Crown and the Graystone pendant. It's a good sign."

He expected Oz to cast a love spell of some sort. " You fool. It isn't just any ring. This is the ring of the ancient Roman queen, Archuletta. It is the ring of no sin. A ring that will make her forever yours, even against her will.", Oz said proudly. "It looks cheap. But the question is, will she love me?", Gregory asked. "Do you think you will love her the same if she is madly in love with you? If she chased behind you like all the other?" Oz asked.

“And thin.” As wide as her thumb, but as thin as her nail, each cuff of silver held a pearlescent sheen of magic in it. “Yes,” she took the one that she held and put it around his wrist. “I’ve left it open, see,” she ran her finger around the seam. “It can be closed,” she squeezed it closed so that it sealed without seam. “To release just say Thaelen Gulgane.” “Thaelen Gulgane?” He repeated looking up at her. “What does that mean?”