Perfect Spell Novels & Stories

I lean down and place a kiss on his forehead as I then whisper the final part of the spell, the part just for us. “This spell is to be broken Through the sharing of their bodies, Allowing their souls to realign Making two become one again… Riley and Romeo, I love you both…” I place another kiss on his forehead and then his lips, sealing the final part of the spell. I then remove my hands and lift them to the sky once more as I say, “Earth, Fire, Wind, Water, Soul Thank you for lending me your power, Sun, Moon, Space, Land, Sea

Invisibilia Murum-' Defence against the invisible force wall. Anceps ergo figura ranae-' Reverse the spell to defend against other by shapeshifting to a frog' Objecto tenentes in aerem-' Holding an object in the air with force' Se Invisibilia-' Become invisible for few minutes' Volat per aer-' Flying in the air' Ruit ad Muros-' Using the force to crash someone or some object will wall' Defensionem Adversus Plantae-' Defence against the planetary spell' Defensionem contra-' reverse spell to the defense any spell' Liquidum facit obiectum-' Making any object into liquid form' Ferro-' Making any object or fabric in real iron statue' Write it down everybody, and before we leave the class for the

"In one word, you're deceiving yourself if you think you can win." "This is why I hate you," I whined. "Always being so realistic. At least be optimistic for once!" "Not when you're dealing with the Queen of Vampires." He noted. "Besides, what is this spell?" "Well it's a lightning spell. It grants me the ability of lightening temporarily and can also dampen time to a certain extent."

I then say the words needed to ensure the magic comes to life. “Gada prati vadha. Sarve.” Sickness to death. Everyone. “What fuckin’ language is that?” Grizz huffs from his spot back in the chair. I suppress my growl, annoyed that he’s interrupting me. “Sanskrit,” I grumble. “Aren’t spells usually done in Latin or somethin’?”

Thе acrid scеnt of burning magic minglеd with thе hеavy scеnt of fеar, crеating an intoxicating mixturе that hung in thе air. Agnеs’ spеlls burnеd with a vibrant intеnsity, fuеlеd by a dеtеrmination to protеct our unborn child. Hеr incantations rеsonatеd with a primal strеngth, еach surgе of powеr surging forth with an unwavеring purposе. Frеya, on thе othеr hand, wovе hеr spеlls with a calculatеd prеcision, hеr magic crackling with an icy coldnеss that sеnt chills down my spinе.

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.

Her eyes glowed blue and the same with her palms, she turned over as sight instantly swam across the barrier and towards her. Line by line, she began to reverse; " lleh fo semalf eht yb llaf" (Fall by the flames of hell) The first line was spoken, the line which triggered a reverse spell. "Htaed O' (O death) The second line, spoken, it seemed like nothing had occurred yet. "Ssenkaew ruoy si siht rof" (For this is your weakness) "Maria stop this please!" John let his emotion flow as he cried out loud, hitting against the barrier once more.

I took a deep breath and stared at his hand. “Reveal,” I began my spell. It started like before. The glowing spiral started circling around the hall, surrounding us. But there was also something different, the words went faster. I could hardly see the signs or separate the words in the demonic language. “Slow down!” I ordered raising my hands. The demonic power listened to my voice, and suddenly the signs became more readable. “This… is amazing…” Samil muttered, observing the stream of energy which floated from his hand and spun around the hall.

They were pretty, but they were destined for the bin. "I see you've come to grovel," she gloated. "Good luck with that." "Pardon me?" he asked. Belle rolled her eyes. Was he stupid or what? "I've been reading about witchcraft," she said, holding up the book in her good hand. "I know the spell has been deflected back onto you times three." "Oh?" Damien asked. "It says that?" Belle shook her head, wondering why he was playing dumb. "You know it does. You're the expert in this stuff. How does it feel, to be on the receiving end?"

“No, no, dear. That’s a common misconception. A spell isn’t something that can be repeated, or just churned out by anyone. And, as we don’t speak Latin, a spell in Latin would do us very little good. No, a spell should come from the heart. You speak with intent, and it can be as simple as you like.” “Okay,” I nodded. As Skye took his steaming mug of ginger tea, I nudged him with my knee. Turning to him, I whispered, “Can I try a sip, please?” “Sure,” he said, frowning slightly. Then his eyes widened in understanding. “Oh. Oh, yeah, of course, El.”