Spell Becoming Novels & Stories

“All right, study it well tonight. Try some intermediate spells, too. I know you can do it.” “I’m putting my mind in it.” When Enkille left, he wasted no time learning the basics of Protexerium. The spells were quite complex, especially that he found it hard to read the ancient faerie language. Eleand spent hours before he could memorize the spell. Hoping he didn’t make any mistake. He felt the shiver run through his body when he finally wielded the spell. Sweats dampened his temple, and his heartbeat was abnormal. Eleand was satisfied with the result. Slowly, he dozed off, facing the thick book. Until the same nightmare haunted him again.

Suddenly, a tiny burst of colorful sparks erupted from the tip of her wand, and a small scroll materialized in her hand. "This, my friend, is the 'Rhyme-Rite' spell," she explained, unrolling the scroll. "It's foolproof, guaranteed to make anyone rhyme for a day!" I marveled at the intricate symbols and enchanting words inscribed on the scroll. "This is incredible, Sophie! So, how do we use it?" With a mischievous grin, Sophie whispered the instructions. "We just need to recite this incantation and point our wands at the person we want to rhyme. But remember, we must use our powers wisely, and only for the sake of mischief and good fun!"

“I’ll do it.” Kylan raised an eyebrow, ears flopping. “You sure? Last time you tried a spell on me, I got these glorious appendages.” I smiled despite the heaviness in my chest. “I’m sure.” I took a deep breath, focused on the spell I had cast by mistake, and spoke clearly, “Reversio leporis.” A soft white light enveloped Kylan’s head. The rabbit ears shimmered, shrank, and disappeared completely, replaced by his normal dark hair.

"Why do I need to know? I really don't have much business with you." "Well, you need to know." I smiled. "You know a lot about black magic from your father, don't you? Then you should know what I'm about to say." I told her and she eyed me. "Have you heard of a recall spell?" I asked and she knitted her brows at me. "Can you be nice enough to tell me what it's all about?" I batted my eyelashes at her. "When something is secured with a recall, it doesn't change hands unless the owner give it up willingly." She explained.

With the ancient text spread out before her, Seraphina began the delicate process of casting a spell, one that would grant her a fleeting glimpse of what lay ahead. As she whispered the Hebrew phrases, her voice infused with magic, the room seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly aura. Seraphina's eyes, usually a deep shade of brown, began to glint with a silvery light as the spell took hold. It was a risky endeavor, for peering into the future often came with a price. It was a realm where uncertainty danced with possibilities, and not all visions were clear or welcome.

"I'll hand it to you when you're ready. I'm not giving it to you until the exact moment you need it." Peggy nodded. She understood. "That's fine." She worked quickly and efficiently, grinding herbs in the mortar, mixing liquids, muttering spells under her breath. The mixture she was making turned from green to dark purple to finally a thick blue. "Now," Peggy said, holding out her hand. Kael placed the strand of hair in her palm. Peggy dropped it into the mixture and began chanting—real spells this time, in that old language that made Kael's skin crawl.

Willow told her. "Damn, I guess Lily was right after all. That changes things." Dante mumbled beside her, shaking his head at her when she wanted to ask what he meant by that. "What else did Hecate say?" Miss J asked earnestly. "The spell used to release her spirit was an ancient demonic spell that no Witch knows about. I think if we can somehow find out what that spell was, we can find a way to reverse it." Willow's hands shook as she attempted to drink her tea, but Dante took the cup from her and instead grabbed her hands to help calm her down. She didn't feel frightened though. It felt as if she had an adrenaline shot sent through her entire body and its sending her into overdrive.

I sighed and held my forehead. "Do you know what this means?" She asked me, but how could I know when I had no idea they had to share powers. So I shook my head, "No, I don't. Tell me." "The spell is called hechizo de vínculo de pareja. It's Spanish for mete bonding spell. Which means any witch can do this spell but they don't know yet. Once other Alphas find out about Ashley and her powers, they'll do everything within their capacity to be bonded to her too." Mia explained slowly.

, he laughed in his head and raised his hands, the place where Kael stood, the sky above was turning dark as he started muttering, "Whispers a'primordialis puteus, Fluentia magica, potens incantus In litteris celestialis volumina Guardia a'warda, dum destinatus promenat binden circulum, O ars vetusta, textrix protectio, ab initio ad finem. In symphonia mystica riti, barriera etherea, lucens litem phaereon Quel'Shara, texen thy sagas, guardianis scutum, in perpetuum", this was one of a very hard and strong spell to cast, and Leon made it extra in a way that no one, not even one witch will be able to break it so easily. As he was muttering these words, Kael started feeling cold and pain in his

Joseph smiled proudly, “Now Jeremiah, are you ready to learn purification spell level-2?” “There’s more?” Jeremiah could not believe his ear. He barely could breathe after repeating the same words over and over. “Of course, a level 1 spell can only cure mild poisoning and disease while level 2 and level 3 can be used to cure more severe diseases.” “There’s also level 3?” The boy spirit suddenly sunken, he didn't know if he has enough energy or willingness to learn more. “Yes, my child, but let's not be too hasty and learn the spell step by step. Now I think you need to take a note for the next spell.” The Archbishop raised from his chair, went to his study table, and grabbed a quill and a no