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He only nodded, his eyes darting to the sides behind his glasses, in the shadow of his baseball hat. “It’s fully intelligent,” I said, still in whispers. “And it’s very pissed off. Please, help me get rid of it, Mr. Price.” He snorted, shaking his head and avoiding eye contact. “I can’t help you, Miss Garner,” he replied curtly. He glanced at me and away in a heartbeat. “I’ll send you the contact information of the psychic that gave me the spell to get rid of it. That’s all I can do.” I couldn’t believe my ears. “What?”

Lose the clarity of your gaze, from this moment you will see no more! Jeanne yelps, the spell has worked, she has gone blind. She spreads her trembling hands in front of her and growls. —Very good trick. I must admit, it is... uncomfortable not being able to see where I'm going. - She advances in my direction and I run away without turning my back on her.

"You've been near this woman for half an hour and you're ready to risk the wrath of the Coven for her? What if she's bait for some trap?" "I don't think so," William said confidently. His wolf would have smelled a trap. "Well, let's wake her up and ask her," Paoli returned haughtily. "Let me do the talking," William ordered. Paoli made a rude noise, flipped him the bird, then snapped his fingers and waved his hand in front of Emily's eyes, breaking the hypnosis. Most people came around drowsy and disoriented. She surprised them both.

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.

She closed her eyes and started muttering, "Eripe animam, flere sanguine venire ad me, et ponam te in somnum. Et stabit de domino vestro, aliquis. Et stabit de domino vestro. Audite vocem meam. Posuit animam tuam meis dormitationem, donec dominus REGRESSUS. (Rescue, weeping blood coming toward me and put you to sleep. He will master you ask. But out of your master. Obey me. Put thy soul to slumber until the owner come back.)" It is a spell for separating the soul from its owner. It puts the affected person to sleep and separates the soul from their body. The spell has a visual representation in the form of the black mist of dark magic and can work at long distances. The spell might end up ki

I feel words of a spell that has never existed before float to the surface of my mind. Lex rages at the loss of our Beta and I grit my teeth, continuing to use my goddess voice as I exact my revenge, “Apéranti siopí [infinite silence].” Her eyes turn wide as she looks at me. She shakes her head and screams while she tries to push my hand away from her mouth. I feel the tingling heat of the spell working as her screams turn into a muffled whining. Tears pour from eyes as she understands her fate.

Azazel nods, “For example, one of them can run into you at a pub or find your lost mobile inside of the loo.” “How would we know if it works?” Rafael asks. Everyone shrugs, “You’ll only know when you meet her. It’s not an exact science, but it’s the best option.” Gabriel sneers, “Or it might not work at all, and we’ll never meet them.” Lana and the others join us at that moment. “You’ll meet them. You just have to be patient, Gabriel.” The mood is hopeful as Azazel helps us create the spell, and Lana donates drops of her blood.

With a sinister sneer, Kimberly raised her hands, and her fingers danced in the air, weaving intricate signs that shimmered with a malevolent glow. Her voice was low and hypnotic, chanting enchanting words in ancient languages that sent shivers down the spines of the Silversmiths. The air seemed to vibrate with dark energy, and the three werewolves within the magical bubbles instantly vanished from sight, leaving the Silversmiths stunned, confused, and disoriented.

Astrid’s POV: My saviour witch, Helena, stood in the center of a circle of candles, each flickering with a different colored flame. With her eyes closed, she chanted in an unfamiliar language, causing the air around her to shimmer and twist as if reality was bending under the immense power of her spell. Suddenly, a burst of energy erupted from the circle, sending a shockwave through the room. When she opened her eyes, a small object materialized in her hand, glowing with an otherworldly light. She smiled, knowing that her little ritual had been successful.

An image of a woman with unnervingly dark, knowing eyes and a cruel, painted smile appeared on the screen. She swiped to the next file. "Whisper-in-Shadow. A Fae assassin who can literally parasitize a target's shadow, becoming one with it. The entry says not even a Prime Alpha's senses can detect him until the moment of the killing blow." The corresponding image was a swirling vortex of darkness, vaguely humanoid, a shape that seemed to hurt the eyes to look at.