Magical Hexes Novels & Stories

It was hand written. She went on, flipping the book and stopping to read through some parts of it. It was a book about spells and she found herself laughing at the silliness of the thought that magic was still in existence. Some of the spells in the book made Matilda to shake her head and conclude that the book had been written during the time that witches existed. Some of the recipes in the book had ingredients like a two day old crow's blood, the crushed bark of a cider tree, four leaved clovers, mint leaves that had bloomed in the summer and many other bizarre ingredients.

"If that's what's happening, then she's using the binding hex I told you about. But those spells burn through a life source fast. If the energy runs out and there's no new target, the spell starts draining the caster instead." He waved a hand. "That hex is no joke. One misstep and the caster dies too. That's why it disappeared ages ago. Only way to break it is to find whose lifeforce she's using." That stopped me cold. Then it hit me. I grabbed Ethan by the arm and pulled him out the door. By sundown, we were standing outside a beat-up apartment block. I climbed to the second floor and knocked on the left door. When it creaked open, I barely recognized the man behind it.

It was liked she was locked into a deep sleep. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw that Sia had stirred awake. ‘She has been infected.’ Oracle stated after a while. With what? ‘Magic’ Oracle replied. Huh? ‘An inter-dimensional hex as been placed on her.’ Oracle replied. ‘The only way she can wake up is if the hex is purged.’ Can I purge it? ‘Unfortunately, you have not attained the level of Witch craft yet.’ Oracle replied. I thought you could do anything!

he asked flatly. "And?!" The Terra girl barked, stepping forward. "Professor, that's a high-level breach of conduct! Silent casting is restricted magic! It's dangerous and unregulated!" Professor Hecateus turned around, looking at the girl like she was a particularly dim-witted toddler. "Oh, sit down, Miss R****h. You're giving me a headache. It's a standard Adhesion Hex. The only thing impressive about it is the lack of noise."

Will I be able to speak after expending my power, or will I be bedridden to ensure that everything happens the way it is supposed to? The best trick I have learned so far, is to give the price to those asking me for magyck favors. For the trouble of hexing your annoying neighbor, you have to give me a touch of your blood. For the annoyance of raising your brother from the dead, you need to give me a life.

"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.

"What do you mean, a hex?" Aetos stepped closer to me, his scarred face tight with something that might have been desperation. "The crescent moon mark on her neck. It is not just a claiming mark. It is a hex. A protection spell. It means no man can touch the girl and live. Sleep with her, touch her sexually, claim her. The moment you try, the hex will activate. It will kill you. Either way, you will die, Azrian. You cannot win this battle. Give up now and savev yourself."

Daisy hurriedly explained. "You're wasting my time. I think I have to do this." He said and I turned to face him 'cause I didn't understand what he wanted to do. Turning back to look at him, I inhaled some sort of powder and my thinking changed. "Will you follow me now?" Sage asked with a smile. "Yeah, sure." I answered and gasps filled the air. "Sage" Morgan roared. "You know black magic is forbidden in this kingdom. How dare you use it?"

I’ll keep looking. I glance at another book. The cover reads Spells and Hexes. I run my fingers along with the words and read out loud. ‘Casting spells or cursing ill-fortune on another comes with the cost of one’s own curse. Only spells that mean well will have no negative effect on the caster. Please proceed with caution.’ ‘What does that mean?’ Pipsqueak asks. I shrug my shoulders and continue to read the book. ’Spells and hexes can be cast through many sources. Witches are the most popular known to cast spells and hexes. Spells cast in a group with their coven are longer lasting and harder to break. Arcane Mages work the same way as witches.

what happened, he starting yelling, "IS NEFERTITI EVEN MINE? YOU WHORE!! HOW LONG NOW? Meanwhile he was putting the worst hex he could on his own daughter trying to break his wife. When her blood started boiling but she never combusted he knew she was his and broke the hex. He was going to kill her for something she had no control of. Your dad asked to leave the school early which he never he did. He was so angry he stomped the whole way to their house. He left cracks the perfect imprint of his feet everywhere he stomped. When he got there he flung the door open as if it never existed. He came face to face with her dad. Seeing his daughter cower behind your father Eric he decided he was goi