Perfect Spell Novels & Stories

It was another day at Corazon pack and everyone had gathered at the Alpha's mansion for their daily teachings from the wizard. The wizard, on the other hand, had arrived a bit late that morning because he needed to go through his ancient spell book to look for basic spells to teach the soldiers. As usual, Alpha Trent was there to watch the whole event .“Yesterday, I made mention of a particular spell and I said this word was a defense mechanism against the offence that might be thrown at you all by the witch. What is the name of this spell?” all the pack members in unison said the exact word he had told them yesterday, leaving the wizard quite impressed that he may after all be teaching inte

she sneered, her breath hot on my skin. This was… “Black magic.” The words felt like lead on my tongue, burning through me like acid. “Wow, you’re so smart, Sylphiette.” She remarked snarkily, but it was the cold press of a silver metal that glinted across my vision that had my breath tethering and I froze. “It’s called a distortion spell.” She whispered against my ear. “A forbidden magic that allows the user to break through or even manipulate all sorts of magic.” She explained, letting the words settle over me.

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.

With each strike, he channeled the spell's energy, guiding him with a purpose that transcended mere physical prowess. In a pivotal moment, Arinna's spell found its mark—a decisive strike infused with the spell's transformative energy. It pierced through the heart of Emilia's darkness, shattering the malevolent force that had held her captive. As the darkness dissipated like a dissipating storm, Emilia collapsed to the ground, her once-feral eyes now clear and luminous once more.

Lucifer snorted angrily. "I didn't know it belonged to Melissa and why would I ever bother to read words on jewels and for your advice since when people started to write on jewels like seriously, aren't paper was enough?" My mother was as angry as Lucifer. He gritted his teeth as the glint of anger flashed through his eyes. "Spell, you said? What does that mean?" I mumbled quietly. "I don't know, it's an ancient spell and I'm not strong enough to understand it," she shrugged her shoulders before sitting down next to me.

"Now child that spell is to protect yourself by making your attacker feel as though her or his skin is on fire. You must not do the spell wrong as you could send someone into the emergency room for them catching on fire if you do not pronunciate properly. Now it is your turn." Stacy sighed she didn't want to accidently start her grandmother on fire. She thought about how everything sounded when her grandmother had said it. She closed her eyes and exhauled slowly to gather her composure. "Flamma Pellis." with that she snapped softly and without another second her grandmother grabbed her by the arm. Diana quickly let go and smiled she had done the spell perfectly. Her hand was burnt pretty bad

“Do not fear, Laura. All great struggle demands sacrifice.” “What sacrifice?!” I tried to ask. But Miguma launched herself into the air, kicking Melody so hard her face snapped sideways. Miguma screamed a spell that made the entire desert tremble. “ICKPE DESTRUYUM LEOTAR EUTHANASIÁ!” A curse of gods. A killing spell. Melody’s eyes widened. “No—dedi—“ Her counter spell never finished. Lightening fell like the wrath of the heavens. “KRRRZZAATTT—!!”

I walked into hell by myself, knowing there was no other way but to keep moving. "Spells. We have been at this topic for a month and I would be happy if we concluded it this week. What other name is a spell called in ancient Egypt"? Mr. Gregory was astonished by the character the students portrayed while in class. Some were sleeping while others were busy pressing their phones. I could have sworn that I saw my classmates kissing. I knew the answer to the question for sure but that didn't mean I was going to answer the question, just the same way I never answered any questions Mr. Gregory asked.

I continued, feeling the energy building around us as the spell took hold. With each word, the mist began to swirl and shift, the boundaries of the spirit world growing fainter with every passing moment. I could feel Selene's hand in mine, her presence a comforting anchor in the midst of the swirling chaos. "Tenebras et lucem, vitam et mortem, conjugemus," I concluded, pouring all of my focus and determination into the final invocation. And then, with a final surge of energy, the world around us seemed to shimmer and fade, replaced by a blinding light that engulfed us both. For a moment, we were suspended in time, enveloped by the brilliance of the spell.

The heat from his chest pressed against my back, steadying my racing heart. His words were the catalyst. My magic rushed to my fingers, and I nodded once before I whispered the spell I needed to hold the ceiling at bay. “Ictor hedlin hor neflin bak co fash.” My magic raced through the cracks like water. It flowed upwards, and I felt the tendrils weaving a net to hold back the rocks. I could feel how unsteady it was, and my mouth grew dry. There was no way I was going to be able to do this.