Mind Control Spell Novels & Stories

“A healer can remove the spell depending on how long it’s been in place. I’m guessing Dominic has had this spell on him for a while, since Taryn could only lift it temporarily.” “What is this spell?” I ask, watching her search through her book, her body tense and her eyes avoiding ours. “Spirit control,” she says. “Used to control the actions and words of another. Kind of like voodoo. The one being controlled can’t remember doing anything their controller forced them to do. They experience longer and longer blackout periods. If they’re strong, they can fight against it, but again, the longer it’s in place, the harder it is for them to fight it off.”

His voice carried a desperate warning, slicing through the calm in our hearts like a chilling blade. Lisa followed up with a frantic cry, “Yolanda cast a spell on Neil! He’s under her control now!” Her voice was tinged with panic and anger, pointing at Neil in our grasp. It turned out that when Yolanda realized she was at a disadvantage, she had cast a control spell on Neil in front of everyone. Maria recognized that the spell was specifically designed to control Neil, but we had been led to believe that victory was assured, mistakenly thinking everything was under our control.

So, let’s test the waters. Are you sure? The voices of the grimoire asked. “Never been so sure in my life. Give me the power.” In a split second, I felt the grimoire’s power flow through my body and thought of the spell I wanted. A spell to influence a stricter decision than what Councilman Faulkner was thinking. No leniency. I found Councilman Faulkner’s mind and tried to fight my way in. However, my control was weak, and I was pushed out.

“It will be dangerous.” “Y’all do,” Phantom responded in Shadow’s stead. “Though, unlike my beloved Shadow, the spell is forbidden.” “Yup.” Shadow nodded. Anything related to manipulating the mind was considered a curse spell. Unlike Shadow who had cast any spell, those spells were so harmful that they could destroy the caster and the victim. Hence why it was a forbidden spell. “Hah~ This is annoying.” Malikul massaged his temple. “My love…” “Yes, the devil believer.”

I regained control of my breathing after Sam had vanished completely. The spell's rules and directions were still fresh in my mind. My breathing must be steady, and I must recall a happy memory. I concentrate on Cole without being distracted, and chant the spell. The spell must only be used on humans, which has been confirmed by Cole. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, taking in the silence. I then opened my eyes and began chanting the spell while keeping my gaze fixed on Cole.

He is trying to backstab his brother who loved him like his son. And Kiora? Fuck, she is here. That bitch used ‘Demonic Arrow’ and turned Cal against Zac. Demonic Arrow is one of the most dangerous spells which is used to hypnotize people and turn them into your puppets. The people lose their identity and become slaves of the masters, the person who had cast that malefic spell on them. They could do anything even murder as their sanity is at the helm of their master who then makes them dance to his tunes.

Ehm'il took the parchment, the wand and shouted in the eyes of all the spectators: “Discite!” At that moment the parchment became the usual fine dust and was taken by the wind, and a small tattoo appeared on one of Ehm'il’s fingers. “Omnes Tenebrae... A powerful magic that will leave everyone in total darkness. They’ll act as if they were blind. Who knows this spell, who casts it, is the only one who can see everything as before using it,” Nakutsck explained to Ehm'il. “A very good magic, if used properly,” Knudlac added.

I had hardly been outside the temple so when I found the book it was too tempting to say no and contrary to many beliefs dark matter was easy for her to control, not everyone could control positive energy they were chosen but being able to control dark matter consider yourself lucky, you can say I am really lucky having learned and practiced the art with ease like I had known it all my life. I sit on my bed dropping the book carefully on my lap like a priceless jewel. As realization dawned on me I had done something new today; casting a spell from my mind and it worked at a slower pace but worked all the same. I haven't been able to accomplish that before and I loved the thrill of it. I coul

I used the 90% time of Samil's presentation to concentrate on casting my spell. "Take out the cor inane and place it on the table," I said quietly, covering my mouth so no one could see my lips move. I was trying to concentrate solely on Victor Artois, but the distractions were coming from everywhere. When the other members started to ask Samil questions concerning the presentation, focusing on Victor Artois became impossible. I couldn't make him look into my eyes for even a second, and an eye contact was crucial for my spell to work. "He was glaring at me non-stop before Samil's presentation started! Why can't he take a simple glimpse at me now while I try to put a spell on him?!" I whined

And with those words, I sneak out of the castle and shift and we’re off on the journey home so I can be a at my sister’s wedding. It took us a week to run home. Without the fancy limo and plane. The minute I get in the door, my family is ecstatic to see me. I take a long hot shower and sit down and explain to them what’s going on. “She sounds like a witch, Ayesha.” My father explains to me, “You need to find the source of the love spell. It could be a trinket or a charm. Something hidden she keeps on her. The minute you find the source of the spell, break it. Then the spell will be broken. That is if indeed Julia is a witch and not his second chance mate.” Dad frowns.