Rictusempra Spell Novels & Stories

"*Dormis sine fine, donec iter meum finiam. Dormis et non expergiscis, amor meus.*" My voice grew more confident as I repeated the words, the chant stronger with each passing second. Ralph’s body softened, his grip on me loosening as the spell settled over him completely. His chest rose and fell in a slow, rhythmic pattern, and I knew he was lost to the magic now.

He said arrogantly. Alfi draws four black Jepitrons with 666 on their legs from his bracelet and enchants a rune spell. “"fire", "daubentonis"=>"water", "felix"=>"earth", ’strigiformes"=>"wind"); ?>“ “Err, What is he doing?” Kartika asked as she looks Alfi speaking gibberish. You may see the spell-like a simple PHP code, though I am pretty sure most of you don’t know what it means, yet in the scene, he just speaks gibberish. I just deciphered it into PHP code so you will get the point.

Suddenly, a tiny burst of colorful sparks erupted from the tip of her wand, and a small scroll materialized in her hand. "This, my friend, is the 'Rhyme-Rite' spell," she explained, unrolling the scroll. "It's foolproof, guaranteed to make anyone rhyme for a day!" I marveled at the intricate symbols and enchanting words inscribed on the scroll. "This is incredible, Sophie! So, how do we use it?" With a mischievous grin, Sophie whispered the instructions. "We just need to recite this incantation and point our wands at the person we want to rhyme. But remember, we must use our powers wisely, and only for the sake of mischief and good fun!"

she replied in an excited voice and Mamock gave her a tree like smile "Congratulations, now I feel even more confident about taking you to him. You are ready right?" Elle nodded confidently and Mamock smiled "Alright let's go" Ruri went and drew a big circle on the ground "we'll be using the teleportation spell, so move into the circle" the three of them moved into the circle and Ruri recited the teleportation spell "sicut celeritas lucis e nulla ope" and soon enough, it felt as if they were flung into the air. Few minutes later they were set down gently.

My muscles squeezed the stiff shaft. His breath was loud and harsh, and he climbed each step higher and higher. Suddenly his body went rigid, and he shouted, "Shamandalia illux via coronda Practia sanadora imania trexico reveala" Then even louder, "Shamandalia illux via coronda Practia sanadora imania trexico reveala"

She stepped closer and gave my brother a vial. Emmett took the medicine without complaint and, with a speed unusual for him, downed the vial in one gulp. I swallowed hard as a nauseating smell flooded my nostrils. I fought hard to suppress the urge to vomit. “Earth’s energy, moon’s blood, and wolf’s will,” Temra recited, raising her hands. “May what was bound by the shadow be released by the light!” Grace and the sorceresses repeated the words, turning them into a real spell, and then I truly understood what they wanted to do.

Her hand glows as she enchants something. “Stricta dormi, obliviscere quod vidisti, hoc est omne somnium, cum cras evigilas,” she enchanted, then the Prince and the fake Princess fell asleep. I understood what she casted. It is a spell that will make you fall asleep, then once you wake up tomorrow, you will forget everything that happened the day that the caster cast that spell on you.

I feel words of a spell that has never existed before float to the surface of my mind. Lex rages at the loss of our Beta and I grit my teeth, continuing to use my goddess voice as I exact my revenge, “Apéranti siopí [infinite silence].” Her eyes turn wide as she looks at me. She shakes her head and screams while she tries to push my hand away from her mouth. I feel the tingling heat of the spell working as her screams turn into a muffled whining. Tears pour from eyes as she understands her fate.

The church ticked—the old stone’s way of breathing. Frank spoke carefully. “Sulcatum… ploughed, or furrowed. Speculum is mirror. Sacculus… purse, pouch, a… sack. Repdetrious—I don’t know. It isn’t classical. It might be an invented declension. Or mediaeval. Or… wrong on purpose.” He swallowed. “You think this is—”

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’?”