Spell Bound Novels & Stories

"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. "Damien, 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."

I need him. Behind me, I hear Abbadon growl, and despite the fact that he can’t see me, he reaches out and grabs me, wrapping his arm like a vice grip around my neck, pulling me against him. “I can smell you. Break your link with the dog. Now. Or your child is next.” “I’m on my way,” I hear Edric say before I break our mind-link. “Now the spell.” I lift the spell. Abbadon is in my ear, talking. “This is what I am. You knew this before you came to me.”

Then he straightened in his chair, his expression shifting—the theatre falling away, something colder and more deliberate taking its place. "But before we get to all of that," he said, "I want to play a game." Nobody moved. "You see, the air you're breathing in right now," Belarie continued, his voice dropping to something almost reverent, "has been polluted with a very dark magic. It's called the Veritatem Vinculum. The Truth Binding spell. It was made centuries ago by a witch who believed that the most devastating thing you could do to a person wasn't kill them—it was make them honest."

“Something’s wrong with the wounded guards. I don’t know the details, but… I can guess.” Her thoughts drifted back to her mother’s teachings, to the nights when she would whisper forbidden knowledge by candlelight. Dark spells don’t always kill outright, her mother had warned. Sometimes they linger, twisting the flesh, corrupting the mind. And once it begins… it spreads. Althea swallowed hard, recalling the exact words: “When a body consumes flesh, whether by hunger or madness, the spell will take root and spread to all nearby. It multiplies like fire in dry grass. The only way to stop it is to purify it before it grows.”

The shadows at the edges of the runes shivered like they were tasting the air for blood, for fear, for dominance. Sierra clenched her fists, fingers grazing the chalk. She whispered the trigger phrase, her voice tight, sharp. A flicker of silver sparked at her fingertips—but it was wilder than usual. The shadows responded instantly, snaking higher, twisting faster than she expected. Her anger, her jealousy, her protectiveness over Malick—it all fed the spell, amplifying it beyond the controlled parameters she’d intended.

"Is that going to send us back in time to when I haven't yet relapsed or something?" "No, silly," she said. "You can't go back in time. At least not that I know of. A time spell is the name I came up with for the spell I put on Barry. The one that slows down the progression of his curse." "So...you're going to make my body slow down?"

"Actually.....yes. The colors seem brighter. More intense. Like someone turned up the saturation on everything." Dr. Thorne's expression sharpened. "When did that start?" "Just now. In the last few minutes." "That's the binding spell responding to the separation," Dr. Thorne explained. "Your suppressed supernatural senses are starting to bleed through. It will get more pronounced as the spell continues to degrade." "Is that bad?"

He did the sign of the cross and whispered something in the air. What is going on? I shouldn't have chased the piglet. If I only knew this was going to happen to me I would never go out of the house. Maharlika Spelling TwistBee. It sounds new to me. I want to join, but what's the problem? Why does Padre Oriel don't want me to join? I love to spell words and give them meaning. I hope I can give everything its meaning.

I just don’t know why my parents forbid me from using it but it appears to me that it will just cause me danger so I have no reasons in using so. “Happy Birthday Crystal!” A familiar voice coming from behind me really surprised me. The voice came from Kirk Robinson, my friend at Pyronia Island where we once lived. “Thanks for coming! Who are you with? I thought you’ll not be able to come but you did! You really are amazing.” Kirk gave me a slight hug before handing me his present. He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds.

They landed, instead, on the heap of clothes piled on the floor—the crimson side-slit dress, the white lace slip, the sheer stockings, a man's shirt, a black tie, a belt… The belt buckle's cold glint was a physical assault, piercing his eyes and heart. His body shook violently, his teeth chattered, and his vision instantly blurred.