Spell Calm Novels & Stories

"Now. Try holding it while moving. Reach toward me, slowly, and see if you can keep the light steady the whole way." I stepped forward, palm outstretched, concentrating hard on keeping the glow even and controlled. It flickered once, dimmed, and I pulled back sharply, frustration flaring before I caught it. "Don't panic when it wavers," Halric said. "Panic is what turns a flicker into an earthquake. Breathe through it instead." I tried again. This time when the light dimmed, I forced myself to breathe slow instead of clenching down harder, and the glow steadied back out, warm and golden, obedient for the first time since any of this had started.

I can only hope that she keeps that throughout her life. Little Eva is Calista’s mini me. Calista is constantly spending time with her. Every time someone is upset around her, she crawls into their lap on instinct then snuggles up close with them. The feeling when she does that is calming beyond words. Even when she’s not in our laps, she is constantly emitting her calming waves. Her waves are so strong that we had to cast a spell on her so that her waves would never go any farther than the room we were in. That will help keep anyone who might seek her out for nefarious purposes away.

“By my hands, by my heart, Every spell shall now depart. No part of me shall bind or claim, I am Serena, and I renounce this name.” Even speaking it aloud, even imagining the fire that would come, I could feel a calm settling over me. It was not a rush of power or a surge of strength. It was something quieter, steadier, like a tide receding and leaving smooth sand behind. I could feel the danger slipping away from my body, leaving my chest lighter, my shoulders free, my hands unburdened.

Forcing her to take a break, to calm down. And it worked! Emelda took a deep breath and murmured the calming spell her grandma had taught her and instantly, all her fears vanished. Her spirit became serene and it felt as if she had no care in the world. “Tell me, my child, what is it that troubles you?” Yemanja asked after she noticed that Emelda was calm. “I don't know for sure grandma, but I have been having these images and thoughts in my head. Thoughts that I don't want to have but they keep creeping up on me,” Emelda started to explain.

"Good words to live by, wouldn't you agree." As the female simpers, flattering the old wolf, I feel like I'm expanding, lifting... “Calm yourself, child,” my grandmother’s voice cuts through my anger. “Deep breaths. You don’t want to shift here, not in Haven. It isn’t safe.” Her warm, soothing touch helps me recenter as she rubs small circles along my spine. Slowly I feel my heart rate returning to normal, the rushing sound of my blood growing dimmer in my ears as I inhale deeply and exhale smoothly.

There was something that seemed to confuse him. “You got that right little one.” He smiled and wrapped his arm around me with a chuckle. Landon and Jack talked for a long period of time before they joined us. Gabe was trying to calm Andrew down and Marie was on his lap to control it. He finally stopped shaking and laid back. “You really need to control that temper,” Marie said as she jumped off. “It almost took me thirty minutes to calm you.” He just grinned and closed his eyes. Since Marie mentioned calming Andrew down herself, I finally asked her the question that has been burning inside me since that first day I met her.

Amidst sobs, she muttered, "He's holding me… my hand, it's slipping, he's going to let go... I'm going to fall…my baby... please no..." Maintaining her composed demeanor, Dr. Blackwell provided Camilla with the necessary space to process her emotions. "Take a deep breath, Camilla, and concentrate on your breathing," Dr. Blackwell gently instructed. "Inhale slowly... and exhale... Let go of the tension and fear with each breath." Gradually, Camilla managed to hear Dr. Blackwell's words, piercing through the walls of her trance. She followed the guidance, taking deep breaths in and exhaling slowly.

I couldn't speak buffalo so I twisted my neck in preparation whilst taking a stand. "Come on mama." I whispered. My legs were bent a little and my hands were spread wide. I knew just how to help her. As she charged at me again, I began to cast a spell. One that would calm her down instantly and help her with the loss of her calf. She was grieving and angry. But the spell would help her bear the loss or even make her forget that she lost a calf. I whispered the words softly, letting the wind carry them toward her:

She HAD to remain calm. “Close your eyes,” she silently commanded herself. “Don’t look at the faces! Don’t follow the voices! Don’t Die!… Close your eyes,” she silently repeated. “Don’t look. Don’t follow the voices. Don’t Die! … Close your eyes! Don’t look at the faces! Don’t follow the voices...Don’t Die!” Slowly, she found her rhythm. She could breathe again. She drew in a long deep breath. “Close your eyes,” she allowed her lungs to release. “Don’t look at their faces,” she drew in a deep breath. “Don’t follow the voices” She relaxed her lungs. Focus encouraged calmness. Calmness would allow her to think. “Close your eyes,” she continued.

Her voice sounds like that of an older woman. Slightly embarrassed, I tell her, “Not well. I tried to relax, but I couldn’t quiet my mind. I closed my eyes, and Treyah accused me of sleeping.” “Were you asleep?” I shake my head, “I don’t believe so, but we did fly all night. I was trying to relax, so it is possible I fell asleep.” “There is a difference between relaxing and finding peace. Relaxing gives you a break from stress. Finding peace will connect you with your magic and allow you to stay calm and level-headed during a crisis.” Willow explains.