Necklace Spells Novels & Stories

He used all his strength to control it, but what shocked him smiled confidently as he pointed at the necklace he was wearing, “I am protected from witches.” He arched his eyebrows as he stared at his father's trembling hand, which means that he is resisting his strength with difficulty Her neck bled shallowly from the pressure of him biting his lip violently "This necklace won't stop my strength," he hissed as he looked at his Mate 's wound in fear, and Darkel smiled sarcastically at him. He closed his eyes, quickly muttering several spells, and opened them, so they came back deeper blue. "I tell you to leave her" he yelled at him to make his father sweat when his damned hand trembled again.

“A gesture to end the tension between us.” I looked up at her, feigning gratitude, though my stomach knotted. The shimmer was subtle, but I knew enough to recognize the trace of a spell. This was no peace offering. It was poison disguised in beauty. This woman would die before she ever wants anything to do with me. I forced a smile and held the necklace delicately. “It’s beautiful,” I said softly, slipping it into my sleeve instead of around my neck. Her eyes flickered, just for a second, as though she’d noticed. But her mask didn’t falter.

Without a word, she gently placed it around my neck. A strange energy surged through me the moment the necklace touched my skin—warm, almost electric. My body stiffened, but I held my ground. The room suddenly erupted with applause, excited whispers spreading like wildfire. Making me confuse. Elara’s expression softened into a smile, and her voice, though kind, carried an air of power. "This necklace is a traditional heirloom," she explained. "Passed down from generation to generation. It holds a protection spell cast by my grandfather. This is my gift to you. Now, you are its keeper. Respect it, and it will protect and honor you in return."

“To learn secrecy and control.” His mother had afforded him one of her many nods for it and he’d known whatever coin he had left was what he would use for his next semester. So he purchased a charmed necklace the vendor had claimed was infused with a shield spell by a great mage who served under the direct command of the king. It made for a good tale but a poor lie because it wasn’t logical; how would the work of a mage of such grandeur fall into the hands of a man who sold goods just by the docks?

He said then guided me to his car. Uncle and I used his car then we stopped somewhere that is a dead end—A wall. "Are we in the right place, Uncle?" He nodded, smiled then handed me a necklace. I saw the same one on his neck. "That will allow you to enter the place. The place is filled with spells that I bought from witches just to be able to protect my girl." I wear the necklace before we stepped out of the car. I let my uncle lead the way. "Do as I say. First is touch the wall then hold into your necklace then close your eyes."

It's a spell keeper necklace that features a beautiful deep, blue cock topped glass vial containing a blend of herbs and its vial is suspended from a Tibetan triquetra charm that was hand made from their ancestor and a spellbound bracelet filled with a mixture of hand-blended magical herbs. It is believed that it should be passed to the next generation of witches who are younger to be protected from witches who practice evil deeds. I wore the necklace and the bracelet. On that night everything changed. There was a light coming from them, it sparkled within my eyes. Those lights make me feel renewed and powerful, those lights that I admire a lot, they are like a pill that makes me alive. I do

Another hand was raised in a second. “Go on,” Prof Odessa nudged. “Spell books are heavy to carry around. Does that mean they have to take it everywhere to do magic?” “Well,” Prof Odessa cleared her throat, closing her teaching box with everything she had brought out earlier completely in. “Due to advanced magic, you could shrink a spell book and turn it into a metal necklace.” My memory went back to that night with Kamari. She had touched that small silver book necklace around her neck before she pushed the table towards me. Was she perhaps a siphon? The other girl who had blocked my view of Kai had that exact necklace too, the black-colored version.

she enlightened me on those people that do have ginger hair and I was in awe. “ Really? Are they that special?” She just smiled and nodded. “ Now to the main thing, you will learn about spells and other things and this is the best training ground for that,” I nodded my head and she continued. “ But it has one loophole,” my eye traded to where a sparkling, glowing necklace lay. It was a gem shaped necklace embedded in water. I was lost in admiration of how beautiful and well crafted the necklace was, Silver's voice jotted me out of my oblivion and I apologized for not paying attention.

the queen was fast to say. The witches looked at each other. They all had their reservations, but could say nothing to her. The Neptune spell was something that, when done, needed no other spell's interference. It was a focus spell with very specific rules, but Marla was ready to break those rules to achieve her goals.

, she said. “Your father insisted when you were a baby that you have it the week before your birthday. It will both protect you, and bring forth your abilities at the appropriate time.”, she explained. “How?”, I asked as she pulled the most gorgeous necklace I had ever laid eyes on out of the delicately carved little box. She held up the stunning lotus necklace as she explained. “It was forged more than a century ago and shrouded in powerful magic using ancient Astrydian spells by our Casters.”