Singing Spells Novels & Stories

Bastiana went to them and begun to cause them migraines and drain their magic. Lucindo chanted some incantations and Hilda was flung aggressively to the grave. She stood up and tried to attack the warlock but she was glued to the spot. It was a freaking boundary spell and of course, she was inside the circle drawn with white powder and other ingredients. At this point, I knew I had to re-strategize. If with all immense strength thrown the warlock's way and he was able to overcome easily and still overpower everyone then other tactics must be applied.

This spell feels cold but the wind it blows whistles a certain melody that would tame the wolf. "Hessuel... he who resonates the song of your howl in the soul of your listeners, that is the meaning of your name. Hessuel, if you can hear me, come forth to my voice and extend your hand," I recited, then close my eyes while stretching my hand to him. The process of this spell includes diving into the thoughts of the wolf to search for that slumbering intelligence. However, all I see is pure darkness within him. "Hessuel? Hessuel... can you hear me? Hessuel?"

I murmured, lifting my hands in front of me. Daemon sighed but did as I asked and stepped back. I closed my eyes, inhaled deeply and started to recite the spell. “Dorchadas folaigh mé, scáthanna glac le m’anam, gan rian, gan scáil, gan amharc orm.” The last syllable left my lips and a sweeping rush of energy poured back into me. It was invigorating, like a gust of cold wind against hot flesh. The outline of my body wavered before it disappeared completely.

I can’t turn my brain off, and being distracted for this sort of spell can be dangerous. “Okay,” I start, opening my eyes and looking at the orange cat who’s sitting on the couch next to my father. “Scott, take a seat in front of me. Stay quiet and still while I do the spell.” Growling, Scott moves from the couch to the circle. I put the two remaining ribs on the ground in front of me and hold out my hands, magically lighting the candles, and look down at the book in my lap. “Tolle quode est, et mutare eam.” I sprinkle a bit of the ground-up herbs on the candle closest to me. The flame burns bright blue, and I can feel the magic working. “Tolle quode est, et mutare eam,” I repeat and sprinkl

But I have the feeling things will go wrong. * * * * * Each of us stands inside a small inverted triangle drawn inside a large circle with a candle burning beside each triangle. The boys repeat an ancient spell over and over. More like rap the spell because of the speed at which they're chanting; I can't pick out a word they're saying. Jaden shouts at the top of his lungs, dominating the spell. We join hands together according to the ritual's instructions; none of us is to let go no matter what we see.

I drew a small blade across my palm, the sting barely registering as I dripped the blood into the bowl rippling the moon's reflection. “Per sanguinem et memoriam, Per lunam quae videt omnia, Revela vestigia quae latent, Oculi arcani, ostendite mihi matrem meam.” I started chanting the spell, the winds picked up, soft at first, then sharp, my heart beat faster hoping it would work. I heard a twig snap and looked up for a second, feeling watched but I didn't have time to dwell on that, I continued to stay focus and chanted it again.

Kou coldly dismisses him and said, "You got the wrong person." The guy persistent, "Isn't it the right time to go back to singing?" "Who would like a delinquet?" Kou smirks. I could see in his eyes that he wanted to sing but he was afraid of all the eyes around him judging him so I stopped walking and started cheering for Kou loudly, hoping the crowd would follow my lead and they did. Soon, everyone was cheering for Kou. Kou embarrassedly looks at me and asks, "Hey what are you doing, stupid?"

"I…...Supreme Alpha Sheila Mahamanga of all the supernatural world…….hereby send you Eden Rastol back painfully to the abyss…... of eternal pain….., may you never reincarnate again!" She concluded and tried to stab me with the sword. "Skrah………..ahhh…...ahhh……" Mighty thunderstruck, repeatedly as the sword fell from her hand, she looked enraged, but that wasn't all as mighty and heavy wind began to blow, the fire around us lit out. "How dare you, how dare the moon goddess stop my ritual, I will kill you by myself……!!!" She roared in anger and made to choke my neck, a piercing light suddenly shuns from the necklace around my neck, blocking her sight

When she raises her hands high above her head she beings to quietly chant her incantation. ‘Through earth and air, through fire and sea, Let the power of healing flow through me. By the ancient forces that guide us all, I cast this spell over the wounded who can’t stand tall. With light and love I heal the pain, Restore the body and make it whole again. By ancient forces I cast this spell, Mending wounds and making you all well.’

"We're almost there! Just a little further!" "I am here, Ryan! I am not letting go!" Seraphina cried out, her voice echoing across the cosmos. She focused her mind, projecting her intent deep into the matrix of the spell. *Let this shield be a source of strength. Heal the broken. Amplify the good intentions of every soul who walks the path of light. Let harmony be their natural state!*