Raven Spell Novels & Stories

Malrik’s eyes met Raven’s, golden and burning, and she understood without words: this was only the beginning. Above them, the sky darkened unnaturally, clouds swirling in unnatural patterns as Hunters emerged, casting spells that twisted the battlefield into chaos. Sigils of power flared like small suns, each strike aimed to destabilize and destroy. Raven felt the pulse of their magic claw at her mind, but she held fast, grounding herself with the bond she shared with the guardians.

"Why, the king's aunt, of course. Royal magical wolf blood always makes the best fuel. Especially one which have been found pure after breaking through a curse." Everything slowed down. Corrupted wolves, at least a dozen, materialized from the trees, all walking towards Raven from different angles. I moved without thinking, my Lycan form already shifting mid-leap, trying to reach her in time. But Malachar was faster. Dark magic wrapped around Raven like chains, lifting her off the ground, dragging her toward the ritual circle, and watched as she screamed, as she tried to save herself with her own magic, as her claws came out to rip through the Malachar’s dark magic but it was through strong,

And as I watched Logan leave, I completely forgot about the birds. Later, when the training field emptied and the air smelled faintly of rain, I found Raven in the balcony. She was still holding the book,one hand resting on her belly, as she stared down at it. “What is that?” “An old spell book,” she simply answered. “Don't worry, I'm not going to use any, yet.” My brow rose. “Yet?” She shrugged, “I might need to, eventually. And I will if I absolutely have to.”

[RAVEN] When Raven woke up that morning, she could not help but notice the unusual quiet surrounding her. The ruins of the Black Castle, now known as the Black Hall, housed a hundred town vampires, most of which were labelled with the Mark of Aurora. As soon as the sun rose, they would bustle around, testing her patience. She hated that she had to use her powers to ease their lives but when Alexander had asked for her help, it wasn’t in her ability to deny him. She had performed the dark spell and given them the ability to move freely under the sun while some simply burned out at the slightest exposure to the sun’s rays.

I hollered when we ran through the garden. Beautiful flowers were grown there to attract any eyes with great attraction to beauty. Red and pink roses littered the floor and formed a huge 'M' shape representing the Marshalls. A large fountain also gushed out clean water which didn't only add to the beauty but also served as a way of feeding the plants. They ranged from purple lilies, white sunny flowers, tulips, Chery blossom, bluebells, and a host of others. Their beauty seemed innocent but it would cost an expert to realize that most of the flowers were wolfsbane and were shielded by magic called the glamour spell. Glamour spells help by using beauty to shield an object and sometimes even a

“Maybe. But if it is a ward, it's more complicated than any I’ve encountered.” “I think I might know what they’re doing,” Hawk interjects, stepping forward. Hawk’s knowledge has become indispensable, thanks to his early years in a Crone coven. Though he left at ten, his foundational training made him uniquely valuable now. Even Bella had taken note, considering him for Priest-in-training if Leo and Liv couldn't recover from their grief soon. He flips through his notebook, stopping on a particular page. “It’s an aversion spell. It forces anyone who approaches to subconsciously avoid the area. To counteract it, we’ll need a specific potion—but it takes days to brew.”

The lady was surprised and confused when he suddenly cut her off. "Y-Yes? I think she placed it on her vanity area." He felt like he was being poured with a glass of cold water when his speculation was confirmed. Hyde remembered it when he went to the victim's vanity table. He remembered what it looked like. A bird darker than a crow, and usually eats flesh from dead animals. A bird that means DEATH... A CARRION CROW.

I just don’t know why my parents forbid me from using it but it appears to me that it will just cause me danger so I have no reasons in using so. “Happy Birthday Crystal!” A familiar voice coming from behind me really surprised me. The voice came from Kirk Robinson, my friend at Pyronia Island where we once lived. “Thanks for coming! Who are you with? I thought you’ll not be able to come but you did! You really are amazing.” Kirk gave me a slight hug before handing me his present. He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds.

Corvu is completely bewildered and rubs his ear. “I thought you couldn’t use the amulet for magic.” He blinks, but I just laugh. “It’s not real magic.” I begin, “It’s just a trick, perfected through the art of diversion and confusion.” He grabs my hand with the pebble in it and turns it over. “How’d you do it?”

slowly left his body Ravan drop down his sword on ground and hastily made his way towards Shabbier underground area, a secret place where many of illegal good like guns, drugs, alcohol and explosives were stored, Since Ravan was well familiar with this underground tunnel he did not waste more time and quickly picked up a small remote and made his way out of Shabbier Mansion not before giving one last look to unconscious Shabbier sheik and dead Vivan. Once out Ravan ordered every single guard to evict entire as he himself got inside his car and drove off, once he reached at safer distance Ravan halted his car and pressed the big bright RED button of the remote control that he had carried with