Smallville Spell Novels & Stories

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.

This a subtle reminder of what happens when a wolf and human cannot work in a cohesive unit which isn't pleasant for either party. In a rush of words, rambling so fast it sounds like he is talking over himself, "rightafteryourthirteenthbirthdayElles......" that is the most I can decipher from his incoherent rambling. As he tries to find his words, we eventually slow to a gentle walk so that Slade can find the right place to start. 'Slow down and speak clearly,' I interrupted, unable to make heads or tails of what he is saying or had said. 'I knew about the spell,' Slade says, all in a rush like he did before, but the words ring clear as day through my head, a fiery maelstrom brewing within m

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:

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...

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.

Sam's pov I could see red. My wolf wants to take control and have her right now, but I knew I could not keep Clark pushed down any longer. All I could do was watch as Clark held Rilly and kissed her. He growled when Rilly touched me. Sam I think we should slow down. Clark said nothing, then Rilly wispered Clark I think we should stop. Then Clark groaned as he closed his eyes and pushed me forward. I opened my eyes and Rilly was starring at me. Sam. Yes. Who is Clark? He's my pet nickname. Yeah ok. I should go Rilly said. Will I ever see you again? I'm having my party tomorrow, if you want you can come you'll see me there. Ok I said with my head down with my eyes closed. Ok I mumble. Oh and

They mean the ritual can go wrong, and will most likely go wrong. I hear Alyssa’s mum in my head "Go to your room, Selene. And don’t come out until either me or Alyssa comes to get you." I see Alyssa smiling at me, eager to learn the new spell. I smile back now, mimicking the number of times I've smiled for her. A tear drops. I want to go home. “Graaa-vehth Morr-kaeee Vooor-a-then…” Old tongue. Slurred speech. The witches’ trademark.