Magical Hexes Novels & Stories

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

So many houses were burning and more people being killed as the Wyverns kept on releasing ball of hot fire. Dawson returned to our side. He was breathing heavily and so many bruises on his hand. "What have you come up with?" He asked, facing me. "You have to tell the soldiers to lead the people to the pack mansion. Everyone must be inside before I release the Hex." I said to him. "What is the Hex?" He asked with a look of confusion in his eyes. "It is magical force that stops the breath of every living creature for a few minutes to wreck havoc." Alaric explained to him.

then I will be left with Dark Summoning, because I am not touching Blood Magic and Soul Magic, one more to go, and I can rest, share everything I have learnt. Curses and Hexes are one of the simplest dark magic to learn and master, you just have to mean what you say, say it truly and deeply, like you want it to happen, a mind faltering can lead to death, maybe it's not so simple, and considering I have created my own spells in Latin and Czesh, this should be a piece of cake. Reluctantly, I place the cage of lizards on the table. "Discordia." I whisper, and soon, the lizards start fighting eachother.

They were hue with black and white. I never knew I had wings. I know I have my Dad's side of being a fox but having wings like a phoenix bird makes me more majestic. But sadly, it's part of the armor. If only they are real. "This is impossible!" Hexia screams and lets out her magic. She turned into something even eviler. Her eyes shifted to a snake, and her nails grew. Her hand is still wrinkling from the Spirit Realms' magic. Her pet roars with anger as he stays behind her, protecting her. "Why do you have that?!"

“Why so many questions?” “The Withering only effects babies. Not toddlers or young children. But…” I trailed off and skimmed the page I had in my mind. It was a spell, much like the withering. “There is a hex, much like the withering, but this hex needs to be cast on a child in person. And it takes an hour to cast. But it needs to be renewed every month with an elixir.”

I hover as Torin sets up, scattering herbs across the floor, lighting candles that flicker with an eerie blue flame. He mutters under his breath, tracing symbols in the air, and I feel it, a prickle along my skin, the air thickening. Then he presses his palms to Dexter’s chest, and a glow flares, sharp and sudden. I gasp as an invisible mark blooms into view on my son’s neck, a jagged, swirling rune, pulsing faintly with a sickly green light. “What is that?” My voice trembles. Torin’s face hardens. “A hex. Old magic, vicious. Someone wants your son to suffer, someone with a grudge.”

She began her work slowly, her hands hovering near me without touching at first. “The reins on your wolf are getting tighter,” she said, studying me carefully. “But… this time it feels different. Whoever did this, they’ve been close to you before.” “What do you mean?” I asked, tension coiling in my chest. “The hex has been layered,” she explained. “Coated with more magic to make it stronger. You need to be careful. Whoever did this knows you intimately.” “Can it be undone?” I asked, hope and caution warring in my chest.

Ivy trembled with rage. For the next few hours, the pack enforcers sealed off the entire cellar. After a preliminary investigation, the lead enforcer's face was grim. "This was no healing ritual." "This was the 'Life-Deprivation Hex,' a form of black magic strictly forbidden by the Pack Alliance. The practitioner has no medical license. She's a wanted rogue witch." Hearing this, my parents' eyes widened in shock. Ryker, however, just kept staring at my body, as if his soul had left him.

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.

Mia asked again, confused. I didn’t know how to tell her that next part; I thought she wouldn't believe me and might even call me crazy. So, I took a breath in, glanced her side and just blurted out: “he said that gypsy usually use dark magic on things for compelling and sorcery” “HA, WHAT?” she shouted back in shock. She looked at me with a horrified and pale face. She thought for a while and asked again with a hint of a mocking smile on her face: “what does it do?”