Spell Calm Novels & Stories

Rest my child. With that, I feel calm and darkness envelopes me.

“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.

I can feel my pulse slowing down as a smile draws on my lips. She calms my chaos. ****

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.

I am after all a human in an Imp's body. Calm down, I can do this, calm down. .... It's been 12hrs since I have been trying to settle down my nerves and fear. I am also starving and making myself more tired the more I stay like this. But I guess it was worth it for finally, I got something I could actually call op. [Obtained skill-Calm down] [Calm down- u calm down that is all]{unique} Once I saw the orange colour on the spell all my fatigued and hunger were gone as if it was never been there. Ok, I was exaggerating there but it did relieve me a bit.

"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.

Trying to calm myself. Breathing slowly. Forcing my mind into order. Trying not to explode.

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: