Necklace Spells Novels & Stories

The full moon would burn him up. "I-I'm happy that you are alright." Erebus changed his plan, "The marking is THE soul link spell! The whole Kingdom is in the hand of the Queen, and she put a spell on the King! Oh, the legend is about three most powerful magic item, and the stone is --" "I know. You told me, remember?" Kitty nodded, putting her hand on his lips to stop him from going on, "Don't worry about it. You will have all the time to tell me about it later."

He knew deep inside him that his companion's words only rang the truth, but no matter how much their reasonings were making sense to him, Eugene still could not simply bring himself to comply with it and resign to what they called her 'fate'. "MITUTO ONATUTO LAROYEILE" The lady on the stake started to chant as the flamed started to lick on her bare skin. "HECHUA GOGO HECHUA LOGUANA!" The spiral necklace that hung in her neck was emitting a faint light every time she spoke and it started to glow brighter and brighter the more she chanted "Look! The witch was cursing us! Kill her this instant! She was casting sorcery upon all of us here!!!!"

As if stung by a bee, Khanza immediately turned her head and Kenzo's smile greeted her. "What are you thinking about, Za?" Wetting her lower lip, ignoring her wild beating heart due to the touch on her hand by Kenzo's hand, Khanza said, “Every time I sleep, I always wear the necklace brother Keanu’s grandfather gave to me. The necklace that has been given is kind of, well, a spell to ward off the evil creatures who have always been attracted to me." "But, the necklace didn't work when you passed out?"

Inside was an emerald necklace with a silver chain. It was flawless and intricate. The old lady put it around Clarissa’s neck and clasped it close. Clarissa’s fingers found the chain and traced it quietly. “You can work on moving the spell to this as you travel on the road. If you cannot remove the blessing from yourself, at least you will still have a pendant to offer as the relic. This pendant has an amazing potential for holding whatever spell they want to be placed on it.” Clarissa knew that if Stefan had not mentioned the quest to her, the purple sage had divined it.

Do we? “It’s a damn rune. It made you can’t use any of your witch abilities. And this cage of yours had been surrounded with these things. And another one… Give me this.” She explained and reached somewhere near my chest, and I grunted when she pulled my necklace off my neck without warning. Well, there was, but still… It hurts. She could have unchained me first and let me be the one to take it off properly. “This card is the foundation. If I tear this apart, it destroys the whole spell. But… It would make the caster know. Also, this necklace of yours… It belongs to Marge, isn't it?" She said and examined the things in her hold.

I said, drawing closer to her. She scoffed at me and stretched out her hand, releasing a chain aura that surrounded me. From the way she controlled her hand, I assumed she was trying to pull me in with her powers, but nothing was happening. “Cadell,” I remembered what happened when Sorceress Thelma poured that potion on me that very day. It has to be the necklace. It neutralizes any form of magic or spell from harming me. Since Scarlet haven’t noticed, I had to play along and fake captivity, drawing closer to the Vampire Queen.

Ronnie handed me back the necklace, and I clenched my fist around it. “If this is the-” I darted my eyes to Beck. “He knows your dad has power, too. We all grew up together.” Beck nodded. “If this is the spell, I think it is. I have to destroy this necklace to release him from it.” “Oh, shit.” Ronnie and Beck mumbled at the same time. I let out a small laugh and then turned back to Aurora. I wrapped my hand around her finger and bent it up and applied a slow pressure until she woke, screaming.

You must have thought I was mean for calling her a wicked witch but the spells she was casting right now and the way she seemed to enjoy my suffering are enough proof that she is deserving of the name. She stepped out of the circle and took out the necklace from the pot with a spoon thong. She kept chanting in incantations and my eyes widened when a thick black smoke came out of the necklace, it started moving in my direction at a fast speed, then it disappeared right outside my chest, it looked like it had entered my body. I felt like I was being possessed by something.

The necklace was forged from rare gemstones imbued with ancient arcane spells, granting it wondrous magical powers beyond mortal comprehension. Sylara was no ordinary vampire; she possessed an extraordinary affinity for both darkness and light, her heart torn between the eternal night and the sun's embrace. This duality within her spirit led her to create a necklace that could harness and balance the powers of both realms, a feat thought impossible even by the most skilled sorcerers.

Arya replied, pulling her to her feet. They packed some of their clothes and tied it in a small bag, got out of the house to flee but the mother told her to wait before running into the shrine. By the time she was back, she clipped a small necklace with a fishbone pendant on Elora’s neck and placed her hands on it to cast a spell. Immediately. The necklace disappeared to Elora’s amazement. With a shaky breath, she asked “What was that?”