Spell Bound Novels & Stories

Ky, intrigued but wary, asked, "Oh lord, okay. What are we talking about now?" "Well, Fabian's going to do a bonding spell that will alert me and you all if he has a seizure, so I don't have to scream mentally to the entire pack and freak everybody out... And something about containing Fletcher," I elaborated, hoping to convey the seriousness and necessity of both spells.

I like her already. “Why would I tell you? Then all I’ve done is moved from one wolf who blackmails me to another. I may be young, but I’m not foolish.” “Alright, we’ll leave that for now,” he says, heeding my warning about letting her explain herself. So far, she’s been nothing but honest. He asks her about the spell and how it works, finding out that they have to reject each other in order for the spell to completely cast. “But there is another way for the spell to cast,” she says. “If Guardian Emlyn were to reject you and then also break the Guardian bond to you, the spell will cast, even without your rejection.”

She reached out a hand, and as it hovered above them, a warm light began to glow from her palm, bathing the room in a golden hue. “Your love holds the power to free you,” she intoned. “But know this: the bond you declare will transcend lifetimes. You are bound beyond this world.” Sophia and Ethan exchanged a look, a deep sense of understanding passing between them. They nodded, accepting the spirit’s words. Just as the warmth enveloped them completely, a sudden shift in the air caused the light to flicker. The walls trembled, and Sophia felt her heart leap into her throat. The spirit’s face twisted in alarm as an unseen force pushed back against her spell, shattering the calm.

I didn't know where I was but I noticed the houses seemed to have changed, I knew I wasn't hallucinating. Inside of me was unstable as my mind kept trying to collect what had happened, but I didn't want to recall the incident, what I had done, what I had let happen, and the power that got unleashed once again. My hands got cold and my calm breathing began to grow harsh again, as I knelt holding my chest. The image of Jeffrey was stuck in my head, at some point it went blank …. I couldn't believe it, but it wasn't there any longer. I had fainted the moment I felt the control of the spell letting go and slipping away. The last thing I could remember was their faces.

And if so, why was she not under the same spell? "Why didn't you just control me then? You could have left Bryn out of this whole thing.” Cordelia's lip curled. "At first, I couldn’t seem to find a way to get you alone. I needed to get closer to you, but I knew you didn't like me, or trust me. It took some interesting scheming, but I finally discovered you were using the salve from Bryn without question, and that was when I knew… he was the answer. Once I used him to drug you, I tried to manipulate the water inside you, but the fire in your veins seemed to counter it, to protect you in a way.”

“Hear my voice, gatekeepers of heaven and hell. I beseech you to return what you took. I beseech you to grant us life. For the sake that we bring peace to the world. May his soul return to his body. May he walk again. May he strive again. May he rule again. Supreme Magic: [Revival]!” Upon activating her magic, the magic circle glowed brightly. The device in her hand connected to the circle via a visible light wire. On the screen of the device, there was a progress bar as well that was reversing. “Hey, is that fine?” “It’s just the soul energy being consumed. It’s fine.” Pearl said. Sweat trickled down her forehead and cheek. Bronto understood that this spell took enormous focus to pull off.

"I am afraid I do, and there is no way of warning any soul, whether immortal or mortal in kind." Once we are finally back in the safety of the car, everyone except my beloved knows what is about to happen, and there is no way to beat around the bust; it is clearly going to have to come in the most forward way which will scare her to death. But before I can even muster the words, she takes me by the hand. "Sebastian, what is going on?" "My beloved, within the Book of Spells, there lies a spell so great that if it succeeds, it shall build the perfect race."

A voice, not her own but intimately familiar: They will call it a curse, but it was meant as mercy. Avery staggered back. Kael caught her before she fell. “What did you see?” “Someone like me,” she breathed. “Another Soulbound.” Kael’s expression hardened. “That’s impossible. The records—” “The records are lies,” she snapped, then stopped herself. Her voice trembled. “She was trying to contain it. The Vein. It broke apart because it refused her command.” Kael’s eyes flickered with disbelief, but his silence was telling — he didn’t argue.

she incanted, her voice rising in a desperate crescendo, the Latin words dripping with power, pulling from the depths of her coven heritage. The spell ignited, a burst of amethyst light that should have wrenched us apart. I felt the tug—a sharp, tearing sensation in my chest, like hooks ripping free from flesh. Pain bloomed anew, hot and nauseating, and for a heartbeat, I thought it worked. Her hand slipped from mine, our bodies parting by inches, the bond’s hum fading to a dull ache. Hope flickered in her eyes—wild, triumphant. “It’s... it’s working,” she gasped, stumbling back a step, her chest heaving. “Alexander, run—run while you can! Before it—”

Nonetheless, they made me feel hurt, helpless, and pathetic. It was a blessing in disguise that I spent all the time outside work practicing magic. That allowed me to lock the door saying, “private life” and bury a key. I was diligent at studying the demonic language. I even made my own notes based on what Immara found. After two months, now I felt confident of planning the breaking spell ritual in detail. I asked Grandma and Aunt Kira to help me perform the locating spell which supposed to help us find the sacred place with the highest level of inner energy. Aunt was so excited that she even came three hours earlier than we were supposed to meet.