Memories Spell Novels & Stories

“That’s why. The integrity of my spell was designed to slowly wear off after you met and mated with your mate-match, however; with you fighting a vampire and him ending up in the same position that Eldridge was at one point over you, it broke my spell too soon and, by the sounds of it, very quickly making the memory return as if it had happened yesterday. My spell was designed to allow little bits of the memory to slowly surface so that you and your mate could work through it together.” I look down and whisper, “Grandmother, is there a way to make me forget again?” “No, I’m sorry, sweetheart. When it comes to the mind, it can only be manipulated by magick so many times before it will shut do

"Alright, since most of you here are fresh students, I am going to teach you a little trick. It just so happen that, there is such a spell that could help you remember everything that you memorized on a single night." Professor De Belen was pertaining to the Retention Spell. This spell has its equal share of boon and bane. The perk of learning this spell is that this spell will allow one to retain every information that they memorized the night prior to its usage. Now, the bane of its spell aside from it requires its user to use its source, example the book, and place it under the pillow and literally sleep with it; the effectiveness of this spell could also only last for 12 hours at most

But knowing what to do and actually doing it were two very different things. “Sanguis Memoria,” the spell was called. Blood Memory. The instructions were written in my mother's elegant handwriting, clear and precise: “To see the truth locked within blood, one must offer a piece of themselves in exchange. Blood calls to blood. Memory calls to memory. What you seek, you shall see, but beware, for once witnessed, the vision cannot be unseen. The memories contained in blood are not mere images but lived experiences. You will not simply observe what happened, you will feel it, taste it, live it as if you were there. This magic demands a piece of your soul in payment. Use it wisely, for each time

My family's grimoire. I lifted it out gently, relief washing over me. I flipped through the pages until I found what I was looking for—the memory spell. The one that could erase and replace memories, bending reality to my will. I walked back to the sentinel, who had bitten his tongue in pain. Blood pooled beneath his head. "Let's use you as target practice," I said, kneeling beside him. I placed my palm on his forehead, feeling the heat of his skin against mine. "You got drunk and wasted here," I whispered, channeling my power into the words. "Nothing else, nothing more."

Memorias eligendas dele, ut oblivio teneat potestatem. Lucien just stood there with few of his men as they let the witch do her job, there was a change in the atmosphere as she did her spell, which was to be expected. "Memorias, quas delere desidero, tenebrosa nox teget.

How could she have done that? “You were talking in Latin, Willow, saying a spell; you were trying to draw the darkness out of him.” Willow laughs slightly, but on the inside she’s freaking out. “How? I don’t know Latin, Alaric, just good old English.” “I think when your parents gave you their memories their power seeped into you. Your mind took it all in. Right now, if I asked you what something meant in Latin, you wouldn’t be able to say. But maybe if you close your eyes and concentrate on a spell, you might remember and be able to say it?”

That wasn’t supposed to happen. The spell she cast over them long ago, should have ensured they never thought about Laura. Laura should have remainder forgotten. Her memories should have turned to dust in their hearts. But now… her mother remembered. And she felt it. Melody’s pulse quickened as she realized the truth. The spell was wearing off. Her fathers eyes darkened, lips curling in a snarl. “ Don’t start this nonsense again, Diane.” George growled, rising from his seat. Voice like thunder.

Golden remembered the words he read from the mysterious pictures, and then he understood their real meaning. "I had thought that the second legacy is to those who had mastered the first one, but that isn't true. The second legacy is only to those who can see through the illusions and have mastered the first spell in the wall." After reaching that conclusion, Golden doubted that someone else would be able to obtain Shape Shift legacy, Illusion immunity wasn't an ordinary skill after all. Beside Serka, Nurvey had also mastered the spell while Golden was in his enlightenment, the other two weren't very well suited to that spell, so they gave up in mastering it.

I saw flashes of Lucas and Malcom. The memory spell was my least favorite spell. It worked fine but if this glass ball ever broke, they would get their memories back. I have a small case of glass balls in my house protecting my secret. I hated killing almost everyone that found out and I would do the memory spell more often but I usually couldn't get the people trying to kill me to stay still long enough. I go into the closet and carefully hide the glass ball between clothes. I walk out and a blade whizzed past my face so close I could watch my eyes turn red.

They contain food, water, medicine, flashlight, and others for survival, protection, healing, the bidders might give you special boxes if you impress them but before you can get it, you need to verbally spell the word that the programmable box uttered. "For the word of the day, if you know the spelling, you will know if you are a Spell or a Beat. If you don't know the spelling, you should protect yourselves and your teammates because you don't know who is after your life. Each wrong letter is equivalent to one life in your district. Be careful who to beat, and remember when to beat. The winning district will be granted any three wishes tangible or intangible that start with the letter of the