Smallville Spell Novels & Stories

Then suddenly realisation hit him fast and his mouth opened wide processing his thoughts. "Sanguine sanguis servatur," He said out loud. Oh my God, it's the resurrection spell" He checked her pulse and he felt nothing. "The spell killed my wife!" the spell promised to take something from us...It said we would pay" His tears welled fast. His grip on her was tightened. "But not with you baby, you had nothing to do with all of this... Not you" He cried out loud, gripping Mallory. "Take me instead...Please"

My next words pained me even more, “Marlena, please remove the cloak on this criminal.” Marlena nodded. It was her time to get a piece of the action. Standing with her hands extended and palms vertical, she utters, “Uncloak this man, reveal his hand; that which is hidden dies as the truths arise; undo the blood exchange, convert and change; and return to the rightful owner his face." This was the first time that I heard her conduct a spell in English. The spells usually sounded like gibberish or another language. Her palms emitted light waves that formed a large bubble around Malik.

*Translation:* "Remove the void, restore space Close the abyss, fullness returns Matter returns, form is replenished Void reversed, integrity restored." The spell had no effect. I repeated the incantation several times, and nothing was happening. “What in tarnation is happening here?!” I muttered. Surprised at how the spell was malfunctioning, I muttered a light curse. “Be cool, be calm. We will get out of this.” “Like flies to honey!” I heard a voice call out. It was Carmila. The dwarves had already broken through the ice by now, and they were all scampering, looking for places to hide.

Misael, do you take me for a fool? Misael froze for a moment. "Mr. Whitley, what do you mean? I'm the victim here! That tumor is proof!" "Proof, huh?" Kellan waved his hand. "Bring her in." Two guards dragged in a sorcerer bound in chains and threw her down in front of Misael and Alayna. Alayna's face instantly drained of color, and her body trembled uncontrollably. "W-Who is this? I don't know her!" she screamed, denying everything.

"You killed my mother !!!!!“. Lena roared in rage her eyes a dark orange red a mixture of hatred and anger “ how dare you ' she spat you shall all pay for doing this she rose up with her hands in the air she casted her first spell “ sabtagos min paria” a storm like cloud formed around them understanding the spell and it’s significance Alice casted a spell at the nick if time

Iapetus smiled with pride and satisfaction, waiting for Kitty to say the answer. "Themis said, my 'parents' died a month ago! Was it that night? The couple died on that night, and that's why the exchange spell stopped!" "Right, go on." Iapetus encouraged. "And the red spell! The red spell only got the scent of the blue witch because the blue witch's spell ended! That's why it followed the spell to our village! You, you don't think--" Kitty looked up at Erebus in horror, who finished her sentence:

He scoffed. "I'm Elena Marshall and you are?" "Griffin McCoy Smith!" He blurted out while fastening the buttons of his t-shirt. I scoffed before bursting into a cackle. "Seriously?" "What!" He stared at me with furrowed brows. "Did your parents not like you? I mean, you are always without a smile and your name sounds almost synonymous to a Grinch!" I let out a loud chuckle and watch him stare at me irritatedly. "Ha-ha! Very funny!" He gave a sarcastic laugh while putting his socks on.

Soree stood up and nodded to them, “You’ll be safe here, but we will need to keep you here for a bit longer.” They both fell to their knees, thanking her and me for letting them stay. Then Soree turned to me. “Let’s go home, I need a shower.” I grinned at her. “Want some company?” She cupped my cheek and smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Soree?” “The spell,” she started. “It reeks of Selwyn.”

But she wouldn’t give them that. The hours passed. Time felt like sand slipping through clenched fists. Serena meditated again, slower this time, trying not to push. Instead of trying to break the spell through brute force, she listened. Not just to the room, but to herself. To the faint rhythm of her breath. The beat of her heart. The memory of the words Solmyra had spoken. Language was power. The spell she cast had meaning. If Serena could remember it, if she could replicate it in reverse...