Magical Hexes Novels & Stories

I asked to distract myself from his body against mine. He made a sound of disgust in the back of his throat. “Do you think it so easy to use magic? You need the right components. I have a dagger, why would I carry components for such a spell?” “For the event that you drop your dagger through the weave of a net?” I suggested, trying to keep my voice bland. In tale, it was always unwise to provoke magic users. “Hmmm.”

Helga smiled at him. “And dark magic?” Achilles was almost afraid to ask. “Dark magic requires sacrifice,” Helga’s face darkened. “A sacrifice in the way of blood, a life.” Achilles gulped. “Could dark magic have been used on me?” Helga nodded, “If the sacrifice was great enough, yes, dark magic could be the reason behind your…actions.”

Mar repeated the drawing over the first one with silvery sand and suddenly cried out: - Furfur! - Go away, Mar, then I myself. Melissa tossed her bag aside, her eyes fixed on a male figure with branching deer antlers and bat wings. Her hands rested on the pentagram, causing the gunpowder to flare up and turn the silvery dust into a viscous mass that completes the magic circle. “Help me, spirits of the dead witches of Cleves, are you here?” She tossed her head and rose into the air, spinning a fiery whirlwind under her. “Where else would you be if not in the Underworld.

- the words that come out of the witch's mouth seem 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 ... I see shooting stars fall, they descend like raging balls of fire. The world convulses, the walls of the Villa seem to close in on us, thunder, lightning and sparks rain down, the witch and my lord writhe in pain as the fire is replaced by a blinding red glow. — Se agapó mikrí mou mágissa . – I hear my lord whisper and my vision blurs.

Let me tell you everything inside, my neck is still numb," he said in a serious tone. ***** "How can I tell her the truth? I'm afraid she might faint again." Ibrahil wanted to spill it out only that he doesn't know how she will react. The truth will turn her world upside down, but then again she deserves to know. She brought Andrea into his world, the world of Encantados. They are different from humans because they possess magical powers. They live in a realm invisible to them. They can pretend as humans to find a mate and lure them or enchant them so they can live with them. They can only love once. Whoever owns their heart will own them forever.

“All I know is, I need to get this portal open so that I can get Melanie back, and I have no idea how to open it.” Maggie was quiet for a second, like she was thinking, before she said, “Portals are tricky. Try different angles. Try different cloaking spells on the tree or whatever is behind it. Try a coloring spell.” “A what?” I asked. “What’s a coloring spell?” “It’s the same spell Francis has been using to color the trees. You can try to color the portal opening so that you can see it. It’s probably at a different angle than what you’re expecting. It’s sort of like splitting the air.”

I have no plans to bear the asshole Lycan king a child! “That’s one less thinking head on the military then,” General Delacroix remarks. “The skirmishes, are they mostly werewolves?” I ask, pretending to know nothing. “You should know better,” one of the generals snaps, and I take a deep breath to stop myself from snapping back at him. “Well, in that case… You’ve seen me use a sleeping spell during the Luna Festival, right?” “Yes, but we don’t have a massive magical reserve like you.” “That’s why we are creating magical tools? To compensate for the lack of magic, isn’t that right?”

It was marked with a little green tick. "It's marked as read, so I think it will all be fine," Jess said, careful not to let Caine overhear. "You did the right thing, Sammy. I'm proud of you." "Take this," She passed a copy of Malus's spell as discretely as a drug dealers exchange, pretending to shake his hand. "Learn it. All three of us need to say this together at the Hexers meeting later." Sammy nodded, pocketing the paper in the same inconspicuous manner.

Cedric charged at Lucindo and gripped him hard by the neck. Lucindo chanted incantations and Cedric was once again flung into the forest. He pulled Suzy closer and snapped her neck with a wave of his hand. He snapped his fingers and the once dimly-lit field became illuminated with torches placed at pillars that were shielded from view magically. A pentagram is drawn on the floor alongside dark magical symbols drafted around. The pile of dead werewolves was in a section of the pentagram and they were marked with a crescent sign on their forehead.

As we stood there on the black rugged carpet, a man’s voice echoed in the air_ “My oath, my life, I live to serve, I guard till the end I am and forever will remain, the guardian of the hex.” I trembled in fear, but my father was smiling. He raised his right hand up, while placing his left hand on his chest. “My oath, my life, he stated. Events that had taken place seemed unreal. I did not know what to believe. Was I in a dream, or could it be possible that my father and his buddy were performing witchcraft? And if indeed that was true, would I still want to bond with this man? Or would I have to return back to Joburg and remove my father from all of my thoughts as if he had never existed? I