Spell Bound Novels & Stories

"A spell. To redirect more nutrients to her specifically." "Will it work?" "I don't know. But doing nothing definitely won't work." "Then do it. Whatever it takes." The spell requires all four of us. Our bonds. Our combined energy focused on Lyanna. We stand in a circle around me. The healer chants. Ancient words. Old magic. I feel the bonds activate. Energy flowing from them into me. Into the babies. Specifically into Lyanna. It burns. Not painful exactly. Just intense. Overwhelming.

The fate bond that bound us felt like shackles around my soul, controlling my every desire. I glanced back down at the old, leather-bound book Grandpa Seb had given me. It was filled with spells and charms, including the one he used to hide my mark and suppress the call of my mate. My hands shook with determination as I pored over the pages. The spell was intricate but manageable. I needed to gather the ingredients and practice the incantation, just in case I had to strengthen it. The thought of facing Gabe again, of losing control, filled me with self-loathing.

He motion the other to attack them, but a light comes out in between that scattered along the surface of the woods. “Stay where you are… Keep preaching.” Cordelia stated. “Audi Lunae dea carmen meum. Malus creatura dormiat in tenebris rt proiicat ea. In globo lucis requelescant.” (Goddess of the moon, hear my spell. Let the evil creature sleep in darkness and cast them away.Let them rest in a ball of light.) Lazarus could not believe what he saw. Her kin fell to the ground and lost consciousness and deeply asleep. The lights that wrapped around their body suddenly appeared in his sight.

They all said the same thing. “The spell is bound by blood and body material so it cannot be broken by ordinary means. It can only be broken by the one who placed the spell or the spell’s catalyst.” This was the words of the last wizard we visited which was the exact words of the rest of them. I decided to take the last ditch of effort I have left in me when I reached my office. I closed the door behind and dialed Aunt Bella’s number and she picked up on the second ring. “I thought you’d never call.” She echoed on the other side of the phone.

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.

********** Sisters of the Virani, and all my deceased kin, Hear me now today, as I call you from within. Susan was mixing up a concussion with the souls she’d just collected from the graveyard. She was making a spell on a boiling pot of green flames; this spell was quite different from the ageing spell she had in mind to prepare before. She rarely changes spells, but there could only be one reason that made her change her plans so swiftly; one reason that could have been so important, and that reason is none other than Rabbi Sinclair.

Everything he did was to keep his child safe. I turned back to my grandma, and she nodded to the house. “Close your eyes. Focus on the spell. The words will come.” I nodded and faced the cabin. Shutting my eyes and turning my entire focus to the spell I was weaving. The statues that had sucked in every drop of Carl’s sacrifice stood as beacons, power overflowing from them. The spell, a net cast over the cabin, was strong, but I could feel the weak spots. The spell was left unfinished, and if left this way, the woven threads would weaken, shredding apart at those weak points.

She stands up and stretches, before rubbing her wrists and then she walks over to her bag on the floor and pulls out her book of spells. Always Standing next to her, I watch her constantly as she prepares for the spell and then starts to speak. “Hear me now. Let what has been done, be undone, and made right. Shall the spell be broken, and no harm come to them.” The minute she says the words, I hear Arabella’s voice. “They are waking up!” She exclaims.

Her expression was slightly pinched as if she were trying her best to concentrate. “Something is wrong.” Mabel spoke after a long time. “What is it?” My mother moved toward her, and I could see she was worried. Thinking of her as my mother was strange, but referencing her as anything else was even more strange. As I watched them, I wondered why I never questioned my birth. She had red hair, while my father had brown hair. “The spell isn’t working.” Mabel picked up her spell book and started scanning the page where the book had been opened.