Severing Charm Hogwarts Legacy Novels & Stories

The truth of her words was something I had lived with for years. She turned back to her table and began to prepare a charm, a small amulet made of red thread, a white stone, and a single drop of her blood. “This will help keep Lucinda’s magic from entering your mind,” she said, holding it up. “But it won’t stop her completely. Her spells run through your veins. You share her blood.” I took the charm gently, the thread cold against my palm. “Thank you.” Naomi nodded. “Promise me one thing, Paige.”

The potions held a certain allure, their potential uses and effects filling my imagination with wonder. Continuing my exploration, my attention was captured by a set of intricate silver charms hanging from a branch-like structure. They tinkled gently in the air as I passed by. I turned to Freda once more, curiosity burning in my eyes. "Freda, what are these charms for? Do they have specific meanings or purposes?" Freda's eyes sparkled with delight as she replied, "Those are protection charms, Sandra. Each charm is imbued with a specific enchantment to ward off negative energies or offer blessings. They are meticulously crafted and hold the power to create a shield of magical protection aroun

That can't be true! But Mom never laughed. She remained standing beside me, her face serious. "You're not kidding?" I mumbled. My heart's starting to drum crazily inside my chest again. "I'm not, Jazzy." "That's why the necklace makes me feel things...." "Long time ago, there was a war between two clans. Our clan, a clan of witches and wizzards, and the clan of werewolves." I suddenly feel dizzy. I used to hear these stories in televisions. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever thought it's real.

she screamed, denying everything. The sorcerer looked up, revealing yellowed teeth and a cold smile. "Luna Alayna, you really have a poor memory. When you paid me a fortune for the surrogate pregnancy curse, you certainly didn't say that." The room fell into stunned silence. The surrogate pregnancy curse was forbidden magic in the werewolf packs. Anyone caught using it would be exiled for life. Veins bulging on his forehead, Misael kicked the sorcerer violently. "You're lying! I don't know you! Sienna must have paid you to frame us!"

His words echo. I shake my head and try to get to my feet. "They used a blocking spell on him. It will take a while for him to pull himself together. He is drunk on the magic they used," Libby says. Alpha Mayhem shakes me. "Stop, that will not help, Alpha," Mother Agnes says. "Help me to my feet, please," I ask Alpha Mayhem. I am so weak. I cannot stand it. Alpha Mayhem pulls me to my feet, but my knees buckle. Alpha Mayhem leads me over to a chair in the kitchen.

Stevenson is as silent as a partisan, and I shiver when I think about the same thing happening to her. Sarkis could sell her like property at auction, and I wouldn't even know. Then I imagine some idiot shoving his dick inside her, and I curse under my breath. Emma was right. I'm pushing her away while also not letting her go. But I can clearly picture Ava in the warehouse, held captive by the Ghoul. I turn off the water, rip off the towel, and head to the dressing room. I pick up my phone on the way. "Tim! What happened?" Stevenson's voice sounds agitated and anxious.

But she was starving—for warmth, for risk, for a taste of something real. She told herself it was freedom. But fire, by nature, consumes. When she discovered she was pregnant, she told Charles first. He kissed her stomach, called it fate. “My boy,” he said. “He’ll have my name. My strength. My legacy.” But Morgan refused. The child would not carry the name of a man like Charles. That’s when the charm shattered. Charles turned cruel. Possessive. Violent. He screamed, threatened, demanded. “You’re mine, Morgan. Don’t pretend otherwise.”

Just as I was about to elbow him in the side, Charlie and Alpha Brock looked at each other and started laughing. “Legolas was it? I am actually old enough to claim a century plus some decades.” Charlie said with a devilish smirk on his face. I had to hold back the laughter that wanted to erupt from my chest at someone actually talking back to Legolas like that. “Anyways, just how old are we talking Charlie?” Alpha Brock asked. “It’s a very old dark magic. They were able to also incorporate wolfsbane without actually having to use the actual thing. I will have to do some research on who might still be around that would know how to use this type of magic in today’s age.”

He staggered—but did not fall. “Still holding back,” he said, teeth clenched. “Always.” He thrust his hand forward and shouted, “Fate itself is split in twain. Promises fall, stripped of chain. No oath survives the final end. Sigil of Severance—Rend.” The spell tore through the air like a blade, shredding my gravity field. I barely had time to react. “Stand, O line where chaos breaks. Hold fast against all hostile wakes. Let no harm pass this sacred girdle.

The fate bond that bound us felt like shackles around my soul, controlling my every desire. I glanced back down at the old, leather-bound book Grandpa Seb had given me. It was filled with spells and charms, including the one he used to hide my mark and suppress the call of my mate. My hands shook with determination as I pored over the pages. The spell was intricate but manageable. I needed to gather the ingredients and practice the incantation, just in case I had to strengthen it. The thought of facing Gabe again, of losing control, filled me with self-loathing.