Spell Alive Novels & Stories

Sip and See are celebrations done in honour of newborn babies after birth and one would have expected that the child deserved to be celebrated in her own home at least but as usual, the Matriarch of the Jones family had her way when she suggested to her family that it would be better if the celebration was done at her place.

REBORNED Episode seven Then…I saw her. I sobbed. I haven’t cried in a long time And I did. “Nona!” I ran to where her body laid and tried to wake her up by shaking her body vigorously. I saw that two of her legs were scalded by the fire and she could not move. She could not breathe and she kept groaning in pain. Good God, she is alive! I sighed shakily in relief and wasted no time in attempting to carry her up.

Iapetus said, "And he said, it's mostly likely to be a Vita Collybus spell." That said, Iapetus just stood there and look at them, as if waiting for some sudden enlightenment. "Well?" Erebus said. "Isn't that obvious?" Iapetus looked genuinely surprised. "We are not expert on spell, Iapetus." Metis said with extraordinary patience. "Yes, of course. But--" Iapetus still seemed shocked. "So what's a Vita Collybus spell?" Kitty just plainly asked what was on all the others' minds. "What does it sound like--" Iapetus said with a grinning smile. He cannot help his passion when it comes to riddles.

The questions swirled in my mind, a cascade of uncertainty. Vance, still holding me, observed the internal struggle etched across my face. "It's okay," he reassured, sensing the turmoil within. "We'll figure this out together, no matter who you are." As I gazed at the mirror, the truth echoed within me—I was Nadia, reborn with memories that transcended a single lifetime. "No we would not," I stayed as I looked at him. "We would not because I am not Iris. I am not your mate"

The particular clarity of a woman who has decided what the next sentence of her life will say and is waiting for the world to catch up. "The oath is broken," I say again, because I need to hear it in my own voice one more time. "I am no longer the heir to the Armenise syndicate. I am no longer bound to my uncle's word or my grandfather's register or the hierarchy that raised me. I am a man standing at his brother's grave with a bullet in his shoulder and a woman in front of him who translated the truth into a language the family could not bury." She does not look away. "What do you want me to do with that?"

"Is that so? I am just one step away from happiness. This is my last chance to become happy in this broken life of mine. I will not allow you to ruin it." After saying that, she approached me and wheeled me into the fire escape. I watched as the wheelchair neared the stairs. "Are you planning to kill me?" I asked. Upon letting out a long exhale, Selena released her grasp slowly. "That's nonsense. It was just a slip of the hand." My wheelchair started rolling forward on its own as Selena guffawed. Right before my wheelchair would roll down the stairs, I held the brakes. While propping myself up on the wheelchair, I rose to my feet.

"What do you mean by that? Listen here, Marc said he'll marry me as soon as you die!" "I don't care whether he marries you or not. Tell me, who sent you?" Mirabelle blinked. Then, she hurriedly covered her mouth. "I'd rather die than tell you!" Very well. If she wouldn't talk, I had plenty of ways to get her to talk. I went back to caring for my skin, hitting the gym, and living the way I used to. The difference was that I stopped aging and gradually returned to my former appearance. Meanwhile, when Mirabelle was livestreaming, dark blotches suddenly appeared on her face. Right in front of the camera, crow's feet and smile lines etched themselves across her skin.

Today, five years later, I walked through the market in the neutral territory of the werewolf kingdom as the Luna of the Silverwood Pack, my Alpha by my side. "The wares at this stall are so strange," I said, stopping to look at a pile of so-called 'salves' made from a haphazard mix of mud and weeds. Ethan's arms wrapped around my waist from behind, his chin resting lightly on my shoulder. His voice was warm with amusement. "What is it, my chief healer? Found some counterfeit goods that need regulating?" I leaned back against his warm chest, soaking in the constant, steady peace I had known for five years.

On the edge of the desktop was a small doodle I had drawn earlier out of boredom, a simple butterfly. The lines were rough, but somehow stubborn. Sharon's gaze lingered on it. Her brows slowly drew together in confusion. "I feel like I've seen this butterfly somewhere before…" Her voice was soft, but Horace, standing right beside her, heard every word. His whole body stiffened. He followed her gaze, and when he saw the butterfly, a surge of panic seized him instantly. In his last life, it was this "fake" he had never taken seriously who eventually took everything from him, including Sharon.

In my previous life, my Alpha mate buried me and my daughter alive as sacrifices to resurrect his first love. After being reborn, I personally took everything from him and sent him to hell! … Serafina Pike heard my words and grabbed Ethan Horn's arm while sobbing. "Ethan, since the Luna refuses, let's not force her. It's not her responsibility, after all."