Memories Spell Novels & Stories

She sifted through them, searching for any trace of Elena's careless words. There. A flicker of confusion from a werewolf at the next table. And there, a spark of curiosity from a fae bartender. Lily's brow furrowed as she concentrated, her fingers moving in subtle, intricate patterns beneath the table. "Memoria obscura," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the thrum of the bar's music. The spell slipped from her lips like silk, weaving its way through the minds around her. As she worked, Lily couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret. She hated manipulating others' memories, even for their own protection. But the alternative was far worse. If word got out about her true nature, ab

Another thick piece of paper, folded and older than the first, almost too faded to read. I smoothed it gently across my lap, and the ink whispered pieces of a memory I’d never been told: “The spell is old, a tether. Buried in blood and breath, they will not remember until it breaks. Until the wind finally calls them home.” A noise at the front door jolts me back to reality. Gran’s home.

Lorraine felt her hair begin to tangle, she was sweating and she could not open her eyes. Ellie stared at Lorraine intently, her eyes seeming to bore into the very depths of her soul. She sensed a powerful magic coursing through Lorraine's veins, it was refusing to connect with her memory reader. A memory reader spell was a Jewish culture. It was a way of summoning child demons who were mostly capable of looking into someone and seeing their past, and their future. It was an incantation passed down through generations of her family, and she knew it had immense power.

King Brennus confirmed. “Well, you have a mate, and you have an heir. We just have to get them back to you,” Pixie said. “Did you find anything on the spell?” Azalea asked. “Right! So, we weren’t able to figure out what the other spell was, but I’ll work on that later. The other spell however, was a memory spell,” King Brennus informed. “A memory spell?” Bennett, Pixie, Azalea, and I asked.

Her breath came out in a quick gasp. Before she could speak, I focused on her eyes. My sister Pennina had taught me this spell a long time ago, a spell that wiped away recent memories like chalk from a slate. I whispered the charm inside my mind. A faint shimmer passed between us. The girl blinked. Confusion clouded her face as she looked around the room, her brows narrowing as if she was trying to recall what had just happened but could not. “You wait here,” she muttered. “Let me check who it is.”

He asked and I nodded again, clenching the rosemary tightly between my teeth. "Astramentis, memoriam protego Rosmarinus potestas, mentem munio Abstergo oblivion, veritas reveletur Memoria mea, integra et semper vigens" ("Stars of mind, I protect memory Rosemary's power, I fortify the mind I erase oblivion, truth is revealed Her memory, whole and always vibrant”) He repeated this spell three times. I was expecting to feel a little bit different after the spell but I felt nothing.

When training was over for the day, I slumped against the wall, exhausted and sweaty. “Hurry along now, I need to close up shop.” She threw the nasty chocolate bar into my hand. She called it Protein Bars, I call it crap but its energy reviving benefits outweighed my disgust for it. “Exams start tomorrow and I have a lot to catch up on. Can you like teach me a spell to retain memory?” “There is a reason why we forget things, Phoebe. Retaining memory can be just as dangerous as forgetting.” “Sure. So, what’s the spell?” I pulled out my phone to record. Knowing Mama Owen, she would never repeat herself again.

“I need to do a spell with you.” “What kind of spell?” He asked, and I hesitated, trying to come up with something to take his suspicion away. “It’s a spell to access the memories of the night you found me in the woods.” I explained. He backpedaled with an unsettling expression masking his face. I couldn't tell him I was searching for the man that killed him in his memories.

The next memory though made her stumbled. "Are you done with it?" It was her mother. She was wearing her normal house clothes, however, there was an odd note in her voice. When Kenzie looked up, he stilled. His mate was slowly unbuttoning her dress. It was something - Serena dropped the chest and backed away. Her face was red, and asked Lem, "how long will the memory spell last?" "It will be gone after five minutes once you touch an object." "And if I don't finish the memories, will it still be there?"

The air was thick with anticipation, as if the walls themselves held countless untold stories. I approached the reception desk, where a young woman with piercing blue eyes and an enigmatic smile greeted me. Her name tag read "Lena." "Welcome to Memoria," she said, her voice soft yet confident. "How may I assist you today?" "I... I've heard that you can erase memories," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is it true?" Lena nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, it's true. Memoria specializes in memory alteration. We help individuals who seek to escape the pain of their past, to start anew."