Sectumsempra Spell Novels & Stories

Lucien’s voice broke through the static—“Selena, if you speak that name, you might not come back.” Her hand lifted on its own, reaching toward the reflection that waited with an open palm. Maera screamed something—maybe a spell, maybe a prayer—but the wind swallowed it. The girl in the mirror leaned forward, her eyes turning red with hunger. “Say it,” she whispered. “Bring me back. Bring yourself back.” Selena’s lips parted, trembling as if caught between two worlds. The ground beneath the First Temple cracked open, glowing with symbols that hadn’t burned since the first gate was locked.

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.

However, the scholar robes they wore, and the emblems embroidered on their chests, were like red-hot brands, stabbing into Amelia's heart and stirring up waves of emotion. Those three bore the very emblems she had been searching for: Solaris Hold, Azure Citadel Sect, and Mistpeak Sect. "Solaris Hold... Azure Citadel Sect... Mistpeak Sect..." Amelia murmured the names of these three sects, each word carrying endless chill, making her entire being radiate an icy aura.

Samil muttered, observing the stream of energy which floated from his hand and spun around the hall. I smirked, then took another deep breath. I was about to start the most crucial part of the ritual. I started reading the words written in Samil's seal. I noticed it was different right from the start. The words in the spiral were changing their colors. Some of them were gold and some of them were almost blue. Furthermore, I quickly noticed that those words written in blue weren't written in demonic language. It was Sumerian… “I… don't get it,” I mumbled trying to comprehend the meaning of the whole spell.

Instead of a protective barrier, the spell had unleashed something far more sinister. She knows the spell she cast that day was not one of protection at all. In her desperation, Demika had attempted a revealing spell, seeking to unearth the true nature of the creature that had attacked Selena. But as she cast the spell, she was pulled into a vision, a nightmarish realm where the air was thick with malevolence. She remembers the vision she had while attempting to cast the spell—a vision so terrifying that it left her convulsing on the floor, her mind shattered by the sight of the creature that attacked Selena.

The ticking of the wall clock and the soft murmurs of the city outside created a peaceful background. While rummaging through the documents, a particular file caught my eye. It was labeled "Grey Enterprises: Classified." My curiosity piqued, I opened it, revealing a stack of old documents, financial records and surveillance photographs. My heart skipped a beat when I realized these were remnants of Sebastian Grey’s secret operations. One letter in particular stood out. Gray was called "The Raven" from someone's name. The cryptic language and eerie tone sent chills down my spine. The letter pointed to widespread fraud, suggesting that Gray and Blackwood were merely participants in a larger ga

It's not Latin or any other language I am conversant with. However, under the foreign text, it seems someone has translated the language and also in a neat handwriting. The discovery instantly makes me feel so much better. Slowly, I read the translated text. And then, I read it again. “No,” I whisper. “Yes,” Fiona says. The translated text is a spell called ‘The Severance’, and the spell is designed to steal power from one source and transfer it to another. Specifically, the spell can steal a Trueblood’s power and give it to someone else.

Zara stood with a majestic, uncompromising stance. She stated, "We accept your terms," in a firm voice. "Prepare the ritual." With a nod, the emissary produced the crystal orb again. It started to hum with a low, resonant frequency when they put it on the table. With their hands hovering over the sphere, Zara and Kael took a step forward. The emissary chanted, "Repeat after me," while reciting the old spell. The orb's brightness intensified as Zara and Kael spoke, filling the room with a dazzling radiance.

Rademos surprised himself with his outburst. "We are one! We are the demon known as Astraldon." "Demon?" Rademos repeated, sounding surprised. "Is this a joke?" "Yes, you are a demon! You are an incubus. You are the demon of destruction." "I- I don't understand," Rademos replied, feeling a deepening sense of confusion. "In due time, you will!" "What do you-"

I ask. “That is your guide, Thelma. A royal guide, I must say. Most of us get owls. Ravens are usually linked to royal sirens such as yourself,” Madam Emma says. “Blowing the smoke in your face was to chase away the blank canvas that was around you to get a clearer reading. Your guide thought you were in danger and showed up.” I stare at her as I try to conjure up some kind of processing cells in my brain to interpret what she is saying, but I draw a blank.