Spell Beneath Novels & Stories

she sneered, her breath hot on my skin. This was… “Black magic.” The words felt like lead on my tongue, burning through me like acid. “Wow, you’re so smart, Sylphiette.” She remarked snarkily, but it was the cold press of a silver metal that glinted across my vision that had my breath tethering and I froze. “It’s called a distortion spell.” She whispered against my ear. “A forbidden magic that allows the user to break through or even manipulate all sorts of magic.” She explained, letting the words settle over me.

the queen was fast to say. The witches looked at each other. They all had their reservations, but could say nothing to her. The Neptune spell was something that, when done, needed no other spell's interference. It was a focus spell with very specific rules, but Marla was ready to break those rules to achieve her goals.

Even after half an hour, he couldn't fall asleep so he retrieved the Forbidden Book Of Ancient Spells of The World and started turning pages, digging about the spell. The Ancient Concealment and Deception Spell of Divine Beasts was an old magic practice which could only be performed by the most eligible warlocks of the world. To be able to perform one, the warlock or witch performing it must come from a special lineage called the Mixed Bloods, a hybrid race of shifters who came from many different origins. Malachi frowned at the explanation of the race but continued turning pages until the sun came out the next day. Only then did he drop the book, an hour later after the first light of day.

Caleb muttered, his voice incredibly raspy and weak. “Why do you keep lying?” I demanded, my voice trembling with a mixture of anger and hurt. I stepped closer, refusing to let him hide. “Look at me, Caleb. Why are you doing this? That spell you took from my book... It's a spell designed to destroy the moonclaw relic. Why on earth are you learning a suicide spell?” Caleb’s jaw clenched. He gripped the edge of the blanket, his knuckles turning white. “It has nothing to do with you, Thalia. Just stay away from me. Leave it alone.”

The pack members exchanged glances, recognizing the urgency of addressing Elvie's condition. Morgana approached Elvie, her movements purposeful as she initiated a mystical incantation. "Elvie, daughter of the moon, let the veils that bind you be lifted. Return to the essence that defines you." The room became a canvas for the interplay of supernatural forces as Morgana's spell unfolded. A gentle energy enveloped Elvie, and the unnatural calmness that gripped her began to wane. The transformation, a delicate dance between magic and destiny, unfolded as Elvie's true self emerged from the shadows.

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.

The disguise spell is the type of magic that requires serious power and skill to maintain. Who was she really? "Do your worst," he said softly, the challenge clear in his voice. Kaelithra wanted to say something sharp back, wanted to put this arrogant king in his place, but she held herself back. She couldn't expose herself. Not like this. She knew that's exactly what Draevon was waiting for. He'd already figured out she was using a spell, but he couldn't remove it. She was safe as long as she didn't do anything stupid.

"My beloved, within the Book of Spells, there lies a spell so great that if it succeeds, it shall build the perfect race." "What do you mean perfect race?" "There shall be seven spells that shall test mortal, immortal, and the dead to see who lasts through the process. That shall be the perfect race that shall be under the rule that man that cast the spell." "What seven spells?" "Well, the first has just been cast. The Darkness. The one that shall cleanse the mortals."

She added. Saphira used a spell her mom taught her, the spell was strong spell meant for black witches. "Grem ladin fisn paltro" Bathsheba stopped moving, she clutch her chest which felt like hot coal was dumped on it. She use her hand to cover her mouth, she cough, when she brought her hands she noticed the black blood. "Wh..what di.." She couldn't complete her words, she pants for air, clutching her chest, the area where are heart resides.

Covering the fingers should be enough for this spell. “Khambasa ga saori.” The revelation spell. A green smoke billowed from where the seal was and I watched as it swirled upwards and formed the image of a little girl. Games, games, games. The devil likes to play games. I smirked. There were plenty of devils in this world, but only two came to mind that was this infuriating. This is either Sufians’ doing... or Nailah's. The thought left a bitter taste in my mouth. Sabrina’s not that experienced in infusing magic yet, so it can’t be her.