Resurrection Spells Novels & Stories

Jess wished she were standing closer to Caine but reluctantly took Kiaan and Damien's clammy hands when they reached out to her. "Say these words three times," Damien ordered. “Shadows lurking in the night, I summon you, come to us tonight. Give us the revenge we seek, Twist the strong and make them weak. I call on you to make this spell magick, so mote it be." After the third iteration, Jess looked about the room and noticed the others doing the same. Brows raised, Kiaan asked, "Is something supposed to happen?" "Not now," Damien assured him. "But it will. Trust me."

As she spoke, she grabbed my collar and whispered close to my ear, "Listen, Anna. It won't be long before Niles defeats the werewolves and unites all humans. If you beg me for mercy then, I might spare your life." After saying that, she shoved me slightly and smirked. "Of course, that is… if you're still alive." Then, she cackled in a proud and cruel manner. Vampires and werewolves were natural enemies. Both were strong, but they had weaknesses. In my last life, Niles found out that werewolves were powerful but stubborn after I warned him. They could be easily trapped with a little clever trick. But spoiled little Sophie would never understand that.

He looks at the thing in his hands and then nods. “To have access into the main building, you'll be needing your card or that of a staff. They don't resume until 7 a.m in the morning. You can wait in the reception.” He ushers me to the lounge in the office foyer where I take my seat on a furry white sofa. “Are you saying even Mr Johnson's assistant resumes by 7 a.m?” “ You mean Miss Veronica? “Yes.” “Yes, even Miss Veronica. Only on occasions when there are businesses that wasn't finished the night before or when there are very important meetings to be held.”

“What do we do then” Samuel asked as he looked really concerned. “Kill it”. Everyone looked at Alan who said to kill his mate with no emotion. Tristan sighed ignoring Alan and turned to Klein. “I can stop it from progressing rapidly but that's the best i can do, only the blood of a pure breed witch can kill it in its parasite form ”. “Do it”.

Just the smell of ozone and unfinished responsibility lingering in the air. Selena stood there alone, blinking at the decaying altar while water from the storm began trickling across the stone floor like it was staging a coup. Her eye twitched. Her soul twitched. Her lower back twitched because she’d landed like a sack of wet laundry. God knew she tried. She recited every spell she vaguely remembered from internet rabbit holes. “Abracadabra,” “Leviosa”—not “Leviosar,” she corrected herself mid-prayer—and even, in desperation, “Escucha las palabras de las brujas, los secretos escondidos en la noche...” while raising her hands like she was in a soap opera for witches.

Elara called, kneeling beside her and shaking her shoulders. There was no cognitive response. Arabella’s eyes fluttered open, but they were unfocused, drowning in a chemical haze. To her, Elara was nothing but an angelic, crimson blur calling from across a vast distance. Arabella reached out a hand, her limbs weak and sluggish. The heat was too much—it seared through her skin and pooled in her veins like molten lead. Instinctively, she began to claw at the neckline of her own gown, seeking a relief that wouldn't come.

“This man should learn to keep things short, but no he would go on and on recounting the boring story of his life,” “And now… I think it's high time I stepped back and allowed a new era and dispensation in this pack. In light of this, I declare your new Alpha Spring pack to be Alex and your new Luna Spring pack to be Zoe!” The whole hallway erupted with deafening shouts of jubilation. Drums were beaten, and flutes and fireworks were displayed. Everyone cheered at the news. But m*****f*****s didn't know it was all a camouflage. A plot to make me his slave while using me to achieve his aims.

I'll be me. Free. Radiant. Alive. Lara Leone.

I had a feeling they were made out of human skin, but I really didn't want to think about it too much. My eyes scanned through the resurrection spell. I had really brushed up on my ancient languages. This one was Sumerian. It looked like it required one thousand souls and the blood of a relative. There were some other ingredients, but nothing hard to get. It had to be done at a major node. Of all the spells, I seemed to gravitate towards this one. If the darkness really was trying to bring my mother back from the dead, this spell was it. If she wasn't, then none of her motives made sense. A clank of dishes on the table snapped me up from my studies.