Necklace Spells Novels & Stories

So, what was it exactly…? Of course, great part of me wished he would have kissed my lips instead of focusing on my neck… Although, my neck was always hypersensitive and the sensation he gave me certainly wasn't something I could easily forget… or more like – I could never forget! Anyhow, the second he started touching me, I imagined him kissing my lips, completing the spell, and prolonging my live over thirty. But then I remembered what my Grandma told me about the spell, it wasn't about touching someone's lips but actually sharing emotions with it… and I didn't think that sheer desire counted as a powerful enough emotion to make that spell completed.

the woman continued, as I whispered to both of them that I was the one being referred to. "He knew how depressed he would be if anything went wrong. He knew he could pass away if his lover got injured, and that's why he made this deal. The necklace he gave to you, Aurelia, is a protection spell necklace. It protects you from danger every time, it adds to your strength, and it helps you make better decisions," the woman explained as everyone paid attention.

"Admirable as that is, perhaps you being up here is a good thing, to deter him." I swallow thickly. "The blue stuff...What is it?" Hale's fingers instinctively come up to touch the necklace, the neon liquid spilling around the glass. It looks similiar to the pool I fell into, but blue in colour. "A spell." He's decided I'm not going to relent until he tells me. I roll my hand around. "That does..." "Knowledge is not always power," he mutters darkly. I know the ramifications of magic intimately, but that only makes me more curious. If it's as dangerous as the spell bond, then I want to avoid it at all costs.

The fact that I went there to kill him bothers me immensely - like I can be bewitched without a moment’s notice. “Mitya,” I start after he explains everything, positioning myself on top of him as he sits and he wraps his arms around me. “Can I still be bewitched? Can someone still put a spell on me or whatever?” He breathes out a sigh, tucking my hair behind my ear. “Yes, but I’ll have to get a tungsten necklace or ring made for you; the metal repels any and all witchcraft.” “Can it be a ring?” I ask coyly, my heart beating wildly at the smile on his face right now.

“I don’t know what it is, but something’s off.” How and why would Ashton even know how to perform a revival spell? And even know the exact requirements for it? He had said it was harmless—just a simple spell, borrowing a little energy from the vast repository that was our earth and transferring a bit to that tiny life. But I’d seen the way his eyes flicked to me after he cast it. Like he was gauging my reaction, waiting for something. And the way the necklace reacted… that wasn’t normal. That wasn’t natural. My mother had been a priestess. She’d hidden so much in this piece of jewelry—spells, protections, memories. Maybe even warnings. What if this was one of them?

It had always been safe. Besides, the Moon Necklace was not an ordinary object that could be easily misplaced. The reason was that the Moon Necklace was a sacred artifact of an ancient sorcerer whose greatness was legendary, passed down from generation to generation with the utmost care and respect, and only their descendants could use the Moon Necklace because its power was closely tied to their souls. Therefore, it was impossible for Rowena to lose the Moon Necklace without noticing. Of course, she would notice if something happened to the moon necklace. In fact, she should have been able to sense any abnormality when the Moon Necklace disappeared from her.

By the time I finish speaking, the room feels unbearably quiet. Mother’s face has gone pale. Actually pale. And suddenly fear starts clawing its way up my spine properly for the first time. Because my mother does not scare easily. “What?” I ask softly. She looks away briefly before answering. “The necklace belonged to your grandmother.” I blink. “What?” “It was never supposed to leave the family.” Her voice lowers further. “It protects the wearer from certain forms of magical intrusion.” The eye. The dreams. The attacks. A horrible feeling starts settling slowly into place inside my chest.

The Queen exclaimed as Faith turned around, examining her reflection in the mirror and feeling like a million bucks. "Thank you so much... I'll make sure to look after it!" Faith gushed. "No worries child." The Queen chuckled, as Evanora stepped forward. "Child... child..." Evanora murmured as she rose her shaking hands and directed them at Faith's necklace. Faith gasped as the gold in her irises started swirling – actually moving in a hypnotising manner. The witch was chanting under her breath, the gold swirling faster and faster as the necklace got warmer around Faith's neck.

Yale shook his head, “As mother said, the witch is most likely dead because she found out. This is safer.” Clay shook his head, “It’s not safer if she kills her!” Yale sighed and reached into his pocket. He pulled out an old worn looking necklace. “This necklace has a spell on it. We will be able to track her, using this.” He flipped it over and showed Jenna the back, “On the back are four lines. It looks like this was just how it was made. If you rub these lines 10 times in a row with your thumb, it means you’re in danger.”