Magical Hexes Novels & Stories

something I couldn’t quite name. The moment we entered the empty chamber, Axel closed the door behind us. The silence was thick, heavy with the weight of unspoken words. Old man Harrick took a breath, his eyes settling on me with a strange intensity. “Exalia,” he began, his voice soft but steady. “I believe you may have a rare kind of magic within you. It’s something very few possess, something that might be able to counter the dark magic behind this sickness.” I felt a shiver run down my spine. “Magic?” I whispered, feeling like the ground had been pulled out from under me. “I don’t have magic. I’m... just me.”

I don’t have the slightest inkling of how to fake a Satanic ritual…but I might be able to get ahold of someone who can. “I’ll need proof,” I say as Ruth heads toward the office door. “Proof Evander is okay.” “Fine. I’ll give you two minutes with him. Then it’ll be time to hold up your end of the bargain.” She uses magic to open and close the office doors. I let my eyes fall closed and suck in air. I’m on the verge of hyperventilating, and the hexes are starting to feel oppressive, holding back my natural powers that want to be released right now. The hexes ward off witchcraft, but I have such a strong feeling I’m not really just a witch.

Liam's voice shook. "The Hex of Infatuation," the Seer said coldly. "An ancient, dark magic. It leeches onto your wolf soul, magnifying your desire to protect certain traits, like 'fragility' and 'helplessness.' At the same time, it coats your senses like a film of grease, blinding you to the emotions that truly matter." The Seer paused, as if she could see straight through them. "It made you cherish poison and cast away a diamond."

I cradled him against my chest and just rocked him in my arms. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see Athena. Her eyes were trained on my mate. My beast didn't like it, but I held myself back. I know she only wants to help. “I think I have seen something like this before. It's a hex, and it can be broken by either the witch who cast it or someone who is way more powerful than she is,” Athena said to me softly, and I nodded my head because she was right. It was better if we found a higher witch or mage, because if we went after the one who did this, I would kill her on sight with no questions asked.

I lift it, my heart tightening, and for once the words are clear enough to read. *Twin draco from obsidian stone For who will prevail may sit thy throne, The forgotten one will rise awake Balls of magic, so little to take. Crystal fortress of missing stone, Find by the stealer of the sacred bone, Once you leave, consider it the last, For no one sees her more than once.*

He continued without a hitch, “Next are hexes. Think of them as the opposite of a charm. They only last for a short duration of time and are almost always negative. The better creativity of the witch, the better the hex.” Nova shuddered, causing her gauzy pink dress to swish around her thighs. “Like that time Jude hexed Anthony Stiller so that when he had to go number two, thorned vines would come out of his—” Wincing, I held up my hands and cut her off. “I don’t think I want to hear the rest of that.” “Shit was brutal.” Sterling snickered. “Literally and figuratively.” Other than Jude’s horrifying propensity for cruelty, which was beginning to turn my empty stomach sour, I stowed away every

He cocked his head at me, “Excuse me?” “That girl was terrified and scared. She doesn’t look like she killed someone.” Her large eyes when she woke up. I just wanted to get her out of the cage, still do. “Hexeon, is a condition that witches can get when working with too much power, spells, ingredients. She was working on a large spell. Hexeon causes the witch to have dark thoughts, wanting to destroy everything, and will tell lies to get what they want. It’s like when a werewolf turns on a full moon. Its instincts are to kill. Witches with Hexeon, is similar but with educated mind to do dark. The bracelets will keep her powers in check, but I advise to keep her in the cage, for your own safe

he blurted as I stared at him in shock. “He what?!” “He did so much to you that you don’t even know it’s from him. Ethan needs to be stopped permanently.” I agreed with him. I told him about the hex Martha had created for me which would amplify my powers and he was fascinated by it. “So how does this work? Do we say some magic word or do we just use it alongside your powers?” “Magic words are fine. We’ll use the magic hex like a smoke screen to escape but we have to be very careful as the hex has different sides to them.”

"But is that even possible?" "What's a hex bag?" Noreen asked, confused. "A hex bag is a small pouch containing certain enchanted items," Thiery said. "Usually, hex bags are made by black magicians, to weaken an enemy, to lure them into their ranks, or to kill them slowly, through nightmares or minor misfortunes that won't be immediately detected." "Oh my God," Noreen said, shocked. "That's so evil. Just like what black magicians do in the human world, with black magic or sorcery."

Her skin flickers with gold light again and underneath it, just for a breath, I see it: A thin ring of shadow-woven magic circling her throat like an invisible collar. A hex. A fucking hex. Not wolf magic. Not witch sigils. Older. Rotted. Binding. And it’s slipping—unraveling—because her dominance is rising too fast for it to hold. But instead of breaking clean— It’s poisoning her shift. My blood goes cold. Callum. My voice is low, lethal. She’s hexed. What kind? I don’t know. Not standard. Something suppressed. Something that’s been there a long time. I swallow. Since she was a baby long time.