Real Vampire Spells Novels & Stories

Dixie was right, they weren't hidden, just waiting for me to discover. My eyes glance through each page, soaking in every spell. These pages in my family's grimoire, dated back to three thousand years ago. There were dark spells in these pages that witches had condemned and abolished, some spells most witches wouldn't even dare to attempt-- Blood rituals, hoodoo, voodoo, sacrificial magic, representational magic, necromancy, hexes and curses-- there were spells in here to break blood curses. My eyes instantly catch the spell to unbind Dimitri and the pack. These spells can break the curse. "Yes!" I exclaimed. I now had the spell to save the pack. All I needed to do now was to wait for the bl

Then how did you know Melia's mother? " No,"she replied, "Unfortunately, no, because I didn't exist at that time of life. But, Orleans, the Lordeath is a spell that is bestowed by the king of death. In fact, that means yes you think so. " Now that I do, it does. " He placed his index finger on his chin. He hadn't thought deeply about that name. He thought it was just something he put on for the sake of putting it on. "How do you get that spell," he asked, and Za stood up and uncrossed her arms.

The vampire paused to let that sink in, and I asked, "How would using that spell tell people that someone like you is here?" "Good question," the vampire grumbled. "Magic of all kinds leaves a signature that lasts a variant amount of times. Small spells? A few days. Large ones? Several weeks. Not only that but the amount of power in a spell can be detected by those who are good at measuring it. Think of it like ocean waves. Small ones go unnoticed. Large ones, though, from a particular source? Very much noticeable. What I just did was send out a tsunami."

The soundproofing Kyle promised kicked in instantly; the muffled thumping of the club’s bass vanished, replaced by a silence so heavy it made the eardrums ache. Knowing this arrogant ass won't remember a single thing about my powers after tonight. Thanks to the memory-wiping spell I’m weaving, I looked deep into his eyes. The "human" facade peeled away to reveal something ancient and terrifying. My eyes weren't hazelnut anymore. They were burning with a cold, predatory violet light as I was chanting the foreign words in my heart and waving the spell, letting him sense the crushing presence of my mana soul. Seeing his eyes blowing wide with terror boosted my ego.

"That ones pretty much the same principle as our 'weakness to sunlight'. We definitely had reflections so then people just assumed that we weren't vampires." I read off the next one. "They thought that you guys didn't sleep?" "Vampires back then played a lot with the fact that people thought that we were supernatural. Half of the things on this list were things that the vampires back then made up for fun." I pursed my lips out in thought as I read over the rest of the list. "I'm guessing that being 'unable to enter a household without invitation', 'inability to cross running water', and 'weakness to crosses' are also in that category?" I wondered.

Without speaking, she began preparing something—grinding, mixing, and murmuring strange words, even for a vampire. "I can send strength to him," she finally said. "An amplification spell. It will draw on the power he already has and multiply it for a few hours. He will feel as if the entire night belongs to him. Speed, strength, regeneration… everything at the limit." Valkiria frowned. "And the price?" Isolde stopped grinding the herbs and looked straight at her.

“STOP IT...STOP WHATEVER YOU ARE DOING TO ME. AAAAAAAHHHHHHH’, I screamed loudly and down on my knees while I held my hurting head. ‘With humble gratitude, I ask that it be opened. Aperi ianuam. Aperi ianuam. Aperi ianuam. Aperi ianuam. Unholiest of Spirits, we offer thee a life for a life! O mighty Dark Lord. Vita est vita. By whom all is set afire, thy power be thy path, thy will my desire. Vita est vita. The Hounds invoked.’’ “AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” This spell made me feel like my body was on fire. I couldn’t even scream loudly now. ‘The Door opened. The price paid in blood. Thomas Kinkle, I entreat thee. Rise. Rise. Rise!’, I heard her saying and the thing I knew, she grabbed my hand

Jace's face paled if that was possible in his form but he definitely didn't look happy by the information just given to him "A dark witch? Do you have a name?" he pushed. Something flickered in his eyes and for moment I thought it was fear. "No, sorry I don't know" I replied honestly. The guard that told me about the blood castle was interrupted by Maximus before I could ask more questions. Jace pondered this for a moment and drifted a little further away from me. "You should also know the spell only allows the castle to be visible to vampires" I figured giving him all the bad news at once would soften the blow.

- he pleads again. My lord, begging for a kiss? —Are you happy now?-The witch's voice sounds breathy, like she's tearful. —Remember me.- My lord sounds scared. —Remember me.- he repeats in a firmer tone, the compulsion does not work with the witch, but that is the tone of voice that is used to take away the will of humans. —I won't forget you as long as I live,you, idiot.- the witch sighs. —Stay away from Vlad-he orders, in the tone of voice he’d use to compulse a human, which is incomprehensible…that doesn’t work on the witch.

George inquired "He did something to her. That is all she had been saying since she woke up," Ragnor said frustrated. "That third vampire elder is a scheming one, I am sure he cast a spell on her. My guess is the drain spell. That is a spell that can only be cast by a vampire elder," George replied. "So how do we remedy it," Ragnor asked "Only a vampire elder can remedy that," George replied Ragnor frowned, "So, I need the remaining two idiots?" he asked.