Singing Spells Novels & Stories

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 started to sob

"But we need to be careful. These spells require meticulous precision." They move into Demika’s ritual space in her room, candles lit round a circle and all manner of ancient Wiccan ritual calligraphy drawn around the circle—the air thick with the scent of herbs and incense. Demika begins the binding spell, her hands weaving intricate patterns in the air, chanting softly under her breath. A dark mist begins to swirl around Selena, enveloping her in its protective embrace.

Holding the heavy text firmly in both hands, she assumed her position at the front of the circle and started chanting in a loud, echoing voice. Instantly, the twelve assistants wearing white robes began to move. They locked hands and started going around us in a slow, hypnotic circle, their bare feet shuffling against the concrete as they joined their voices with the leader. The room filled with a deafening, overlapping wall of sound as the priestess raised her arms into the air, screaming out the words of a powerful, forbidden spell. "Sanguis et ignis, vinculum fati. Espiritus incendi, potentia transite!"

“Moon above and shadows deep, Bind the heart and bind the sleep. Twist the path that fate has spun, Turn the many into one. Let desire cloud the sight, Let false love replace the light. By blood offered and power claimed, Let the chosen soul be chained.” As the spell was chanted, Aurora instantly noticed Nythera subtly changing a few words within the spell as though she were secretly sabotaging it.

She doesn't want to put her in a difficult situation. "And, what do you mean by human like you? Aren't you Encantadas?" "Technically we're not Engcantados, we are a local Islander, they lured us inside here. We can't anymore go back to the Island because we ate the black rice. That black rice will enchant you forever. Once you eat it, you can never return," she holds her hands while shaking. "Young miss, save yourself from here" her last words while she runs back to the kitchen.

“What kind of spell?” “I want to see who was here. It’s a divining spell. I have to be very specific about what I want and then it will show me. In this case, I’m going to ask it to show me who was here. It’s a bit more complicated than that, but that’s the gist.” She says, moving to the center of the room.

Astrid’s POV: My saviour witch, Helena, stood in the center of a circle of candles, each flickering with a different colored flame. With her eyes closed, she chanted in an unfamiliar language, causing the air around her to shimmer and twist as if reality was bending under the immense power of her spell. Suddenly, a burst of energy erupted from the circle, sending a shockwave through the room. When she opened her eyes, a small object materialized in her hand, glowing with an otherworldly light. She smiled, knowing that her little ritual had been successful.

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

Salt is used for protection, they had used salt to protect my mother's house, no creature of darkness can cross a salt protection spell without an invitation. I finish up with the salt bags, and get our belts, attaching them. Then I go get the bottle, the rubber gloves and the ampuls. When I have filled them, I look at them for a moment. I am supposed to close them with galdr, but what to sing ? I remember my father's favorite song and find it quite fitting for the situation. Picking up the first ampul pressing it together I start singing. "I see the bad moon arising, I see trouble on the way. I see earthquakes and lightnin'. I see bad times today".

Pain flared, but I began chanting words the old woman fed me, strange syllables that felt ancient on my tongue. “Lunara sanguis, vinculum aeternum, Revela viam, umbras dissipa. Crescentis ignis, cor meum vocat, Per tenebras noctis, Vaelira duc eum ad me!” It was very hard to chant continuously. I felt a resistant force and my mind kept slipping. The woman’s voice grew urgent. “The spell blocking you is too strong. Cut deeper. Focus harder!”