Resurrection Spells Novels & Stories

‘If I learn the complete version of the spell now, would my golden cores increase drastically again? ‘Honestly, I’m getting kind of scared.’ After that, he saw another nine types of forbidden spells: The Great Storm Spell… The Great Flame Spell… The Great Void Spell… The Great Seal Spell… The Great Silencing Spell… The Great Summoning Spell… The Great Reincarnation Spell… and The Great Resurrection Spell. ‘Oh my god, this means I’ve gathered all of them!’ ‘The Holy Book is so powerful. To think it’s my family heirloom…’

Because of how severe and unnatural the resurrection spell was it is considered an abomination alongside other forms of blood magic. Not only that the only way the resurrection spell was to work was if you replace the soul of the dead with that of another. I struggled to talk but my lips were still sealed together. The witch cackled “this is going to be so fun. We are going to raise her ask and replace her with that fucking pompous Luna’s baby and you will be the one to do it” Tears were running down my eyes. “Oh you want to say something?” she asked her tone mocking

I said as I tried to reel in the shakes I was having. "Aren't forbidden spells dangerous or something?" Chasity asked with no trust in her voice. "Why is it forbidden?" Todd asked sounding like he would give it a try. "Umm its forbidden because Im not suppose to ever use it because it combines our souls together and Its for emergencies. It can be used on dead Gods to bring them back to life. It's basically for resurrections. But it can only be used once ever." I said leaving out the important stuff and already grabbing what I needed to start it.

Without any distractions. The spell basically meant a journey to the other side, where the dead people go and as soon as I'm able to locate Nora, hopefully not so far, it wouldn't be so hard to bring her back. Not a single witch was able to do a resurrection spell like this except the Queen herself, Elyndra. And a Hybrid, whose unique blood was a perfect catalyst.

Or maybe have it down straight. “Doesn’t matter,” I say out loud to no one in particular. “The dead guy won’t care. And actually, I should consider making one of those hair nets because I’m sure this body is going to be decomposing and oozy. I don’t want that in my hair.” I let out a breath, mentally telling myself I’m pathetic. After a good five minutes freaking out about looking good for Lucas, I get back to business. This resurrection spell is complicated and full of dark, tricky magic. If we get one part wrong, it could end badly. Very badly.

"I found a similar ritual in one of my spell books." From the way Asher’s voice was darkening, I knew that I wasn’t going to like whatever it was that he was about to say. Behind him, Haidan and Antoine had looks of discomfort, further strengthening my hunch. "The only spells that involve that many sacrifices and that many separate rituals are ones that involve revival." Asher's words slammed into me, and the world seemed to cease to exist around me. A revival ritual... Who could they possibly be trying to revive?

It's as if she was already expecting them. "The First Alpha and The Creator," she whispered, still with closed eyes. "What could I have done good and the two of the most powerful and feared creatures in Mysticshire visited me?" "We're here because I know you are the only one who can cast a spell about the resurgence. The resurrection and controlling the essence of the souls of someone who was reborn again and someone who can't control their desires." Hawthorne's forehead furrowed at what Constantine had said but it also disappeared from his mind when the woman stood up and faced them. She stared at him intently.

She said, “I can't lose you again.” “I’ll be fine, don't worry,” I promised just as I felt a whoosh of air pull at me, and I knew I was back to the Dark Moon pack, back to the forest. I opened my eyes and fear swept through me immediately, standing in front of me, his eyes on mine was a member of the pack, and he had seen me, the Luna teleport - an ability only possible for sorcerers.

Hadassah chuckled and warned her in a hissing tone, "It is just a simple cut, little soul. I remind you again, it is not time for your screaming, so stop protesting!" Hadassah extended her hands in the cold stormy air, her hair moving and she started to chant the hardest and nastiest spell in witch history, only the astringents of extraordinary power knew how to do it. "O spiritus corporibus resurgent dillecto," she chanted, breathing heavily, blood beginning to drip from her nose. "Auxilium meum verum corpore resurrecturos, anima vero mei resurgent, anima vero mei resurgent," the spell was killing Celandine's body, it required too much power which could be done nothing but her life and she

“There is someone. But it will take all of us, a collective power.” I turned to the rest of the brotherhood, urgency coursing through me. “Get ready for a temporary resurrection spell. I’ll be back.” Without another word, I stormed out of the chapel, my heart pounding with adrenaline as I drove back to Elara’s dorm room. I had to find a picture of her dead mother—something that would strike at the heart of her resistance. -