Spell Calm Novels & Stories

I took a deep, ragged breath as I tried to control the fear, anger, and grief that were threatening to take over. Holding on to the last shred of control that I could find, I looked up at Alpha Callan. “Perhaps we can talk more about this later? If it is okay with you, I would like to just complete the joining ceremony.” I put my head down and closed my eyes. My fists were clenched as I moved through nearly every possible technique I had to reduce my emotions. I suddenly heard Lela humming quietly in my head and it helped to calm me. Taking another deep breath, I felt my heart rate decrease and my breathing began to return to a more normal pace.

I am so out of it that I just nod my head I hear them all talking but nothing is making sense at the moment. I am sure I hear one of them say this isn’t going to work. I feel Luca’s aura slip out and it has me instantly whimpering. The other guys I think are trying to reassure me that’s all going to be okay, “Stop shifting” The deep rumble of the command washes over me and I feel my skin go back to normal my gums don’t hurt anymore I am not sure about my eyes but I feel the instant calm, my breathing slows to a normal pattern and the steady beat from the shower is again lulling me to sleep.

I started, as I opened my mouth to speak but my words were enmassed in a jumble as they stumbled out by themselves, "Breathe... Calmly..." She said, taking in my consternation, her eyes were intently fixated on mine, and was like an expeller, as she demonstrated the act herself, somehow I managed to catch my breath, following her instructions which sowed a seed of calmness in me,

He looked like a guy who had worked all day and was tired. He didn't look like a Reaper. He didn't look like a ghost. He looked like a husband. "Cale?" Elion whispered. Cale turned. There was a bit of foam on his lip. "Yeah?" Cale asked. "You okay? Is it too loud?" Cale licked the foam away. He looked around the room. At the neon signs. At the laughing men. At the TV screens. "I am... calibrated," Cale said. "What does that mean?" "It means the static is gone," Cale said. "The noise of the bar... it is just noise. It is not a threat. It is just life happening."

She felt the storm’s fury, the mountain’s stillness, the deep sorrow of the chained spirit wolf in the garden, the bright, new spark within her own body. She learned to hold her own emotion like a stone in a river, letting other feelings flow around it without sweeping her away. She learned to send a pulse of calm, not to dominate, but to offer shelter. She could not yet control a raging wolf, but she could whisper to a frightened one. She was learning to be a Speaker. Not Kael’s weapon. A true one. As the clock in her room ticked toward midnight, she tied her hair back, put on the darkest clothes she had, and placed a steadying hand on her still-flat stomach.

She had worked on Amelia controlling her powers and it worked to an extent. One of the ways she taught her to keep calm was drinking a special cinnamon and chamomile blend tea everyday to ease her human and wolf scenes of anger and rage. Although those things did only a very small fraction of ease, it helped, so Amelia continued. Amelia held on to Nana's hand, and king Zee walked behind them, giving them privacy to say their goodbyes.

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I whispered pacing back and forth. Cold hands clasped my shoulder, I whipped my head around, with a scream clogged in my throat. I was met with a devastating gray eyes, that reflected the moon, I watched as it turned into a deep red eyes. “Start by calming yourself down little mouse,” kael moaned in my ear. His voice was like an instant soothing balm, it vibrated through my body, releasing all the built in tensions. “Breath, little mouse,” I sucked in my breath, then exhaled. I did it over four times.

The runes on the ground flared, weaving into a dome of shimmering light. The strain bit deep. Her knees quivered, jaw clenched. Eamon’s voice steadied her. “Anchor through breath. Feel the earth.” Ezra called encouragement from the side. “You have it. Bend, don’t break.” She caught his gaze; the reassurance there bolstered her. Energy flowed smoother, expanding until the dome arced over Eamon’s head. With a final breath, she released the spell. The dome faded, leaving only a faint echo of warmth. Applause rose from nearby warriors.

"Chris! You lied to me! I don't care what you say, we are getting a divorce right now!" Chris was already driven mad by anxiety. With Abigail pushing him over the edge, all of his explosive rage and absolute desperation finally detonated. His eyes turned bloodshot, and he whipped his hand across her face, slapping Abigail. "Now that I'm in trouble, instead of helping me, your first thought is to run?! In your dreams!" The force of the slap whipped Abigail's head to the side, a thin line of blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.