Magical Hexes Novels & Stories

Hexa told him satirically. Aaron gasped, "Uh, you are the murdering dead merchant that messed up with my mind, calling it my shadow and misleading me down to all self-destructive paths.” "No eres temido de mi" (You aren’t afraid of me)? Hexa laughed at Aaron. "You need to bow and beg." Aaron grunted through his sealed teeth, "You know me, I am not afraid of you.” “You should be, Ron, beg me,” Hexa instructed him for which Aaron denied. “Haven’t you got enough of me? (Aaron tried to stand up.) Where is she? What have you done to her?"

"And then, Johnny, I think power shouldn’t be shown and demonstrated. Power ... you must use it when it’s really needed, otherwise it’s good to avoid or win a conflict without using force. To win using our minds." The professor slightly cleared his throat. "But let's skip these discussions and talk about you. What special magic tricks do you know, Alexander? Say it aloud for Elizabeth too." "Clamor Infernum and Immobilitat," replied the boy. "A loud scream that makes anyone cover ears with pain, turning him or her into stone at the same time and a magic that completely immobilizes using whatever is available in that place. For example, the spell Immobilitat in a forest immobilizes the oppone

This an opportunity to lay his foundation in his old world, not only those flicks of lights have teleportation property but a kind of space and time abilities mixt with it, its fascinating to think that he can establish his rouling domain in the world of the past under every one of those wanna be noses while using their superstitions against them as a starting point. ‘Only if I can control this ability to follow wherever and whenever my desire wish to go, but alas …. sigh!!’. Slightly frustrated by his shortcoming,he divided some of his aura that was mixed with his will and make it enter these shiny thinks that are like fireflies hovering around him that were and still two creature that can

I sneer, dragging her back to Anastasia and march right back into the fracas of magic. Magical lights of blue, green, purple, yellow, red, gold splash across the sky. It's actually really pretty. It's funny because the black magic coming from the Abyss isn't even half as powerful as ours is. They don't actually know how to use offensive magic. All they are able to do is put up weak shields that crumble moments later. I'd laugh... but now's not the time.

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

Sherelle was pleading. It should’ve been satisfying. It should’ve felt like victory. Instead, something in me wavered. I hated her. Godess, I hated her. But I wasn’t her. I let out a slow breath, forcing the rage to simmer down. “Undo your hex over the Blue Bell Pack,” I commanded. “Then disappear. You’re done hurting me, my family, and everyone I love.” Sherelle nodded frantically, her fingers twitching as she began murmuring an incantation. I felt a shift in the air, the pull of dark magic breaking apart.

“Do you know what was done to him?” “I might have an idea” “And what may that be?” “A hex” A hex? There were thousands of hexes, that was not an answer. “Too vague. Specify the kind of hex” “I agreed to answer your questions within this circle. That does not include specifics” No wonder she agreed to my game. “Can it be undone?” “I doubt” “Is it contagious?” “No” I thought hard for more questions I could ask right now but the heavy smell of salts crowded my senses and almost made me dizzy.

“Well, thanks.” His eyes narrowed further. “What are you?” “I didn’t lie to you. I am a witch, and I’m also a wolf.” Hexfort groaned. “Fucking hybrids.” He glanced at Vee, Damian, and Xavier. Once again the room filled with a tingle of magic as he probed them. My brows raised. “You can use magic without your wand?” Only the most powerful witches could do simple castings without their crystal. He huffed, his gaze snapping back to mine. “If I could cast without my wand I wouldn’t be strapped to this chair, now would I?”

Just as Edmund was about to turn around, Wilbur suddenly appeared behind him and delivered a heavy kick, sending Edmund flying. Suspended in mid-air, Edmund looked at Wilbur and sneered, "I should have known you were hiding your true strength. Wilbur, this time, I'll make sure you die!" With that, Edmund chanted a spell, summoning a hexagonal three-dimensional space in mid-air, with each face of the hexagon inscribed with a mystical sigil. In the next moment, Edmund stepped into the hexagonal space, chanting another spell. Instantly, the entire hexagonal space vanished, only to reappear behind Wilbur.

It pierced through Maguire’s back and came out of his frontal chest. “This… How is this possible?” Maguire saw another Alex standing behind him, but he saw another self when he turned around. The environment before his eyes was disintegrating rapidly. The platform was still the same, but the angle had inexplicably changed. “Indeed, there aren’t just ten forbidden spells! There are three thousand of them instead, but I just used one from the beginning to end just now! The Great Nightmare Spell! “You entered my nightmare from the moment you saw me.