Spell Calm Novels & Stories

“No.” He just lifted his lip at me. “Close your eyes.” Resting my head against the couch, I closed my eyes. “Clear your mind and focus on my voice.” He was speaking in a low, calming voice. Not like his harsh, beta voice. It almost didn’t sound like him. “I want you to picture yourself in your happy place. A place that makes you feel safe, warm and loved.”

"An Alpha whose mate is in the field is afraid. That is a natural state. You do not have to perform confidence." I looked at him. "I am not performing anything." "You are standing twelve feet from where you started and holding very still," Cael said. "That is a performance of calm." I had surrounded myself with people who said exactly what they meant and I was beginning to feel the accumulated weight of that specific choice. "Fine," I said. "I am afraid. I am managing it because she needs the bond calm and clear and that is what I am providing." "Good," Cael said simply. "That is the correct thing to do with it."

“I am reading it! The room is saying, ‘Hey Rain, thank you for your excellent observational skills. Please proceed with the extremely important life-altering ritual so we can go home and eat snacks.’” Jesse muttered, “The room is saying, ‘Rain, why are you like this?’” Lia didn’t even look up. “Rain, I swear to god, if you jinx this—” “I’m helping!” I threw my arms up. “This is my helpful voice!” Matt groaned. “You only have two volumes—‘loud’ and ‘panicked.’ This is both.” “I’m calm!” I insisted. “See?” I threw a double thumbs-up and gave a winning smile. “Totally zen. Inner peace achieved. Chakras aligned. Let’s summon the universe or whatever.”

I whispered, my voice hoarse, "this... this isn't right. This wasn't part of the spell.” "It is," she replied, her voice still calm in my mind, though I could hear a hint of concern in it. "You see, the spell… it's different for everyone. We didn't know exactly what to expect. It's… unpredictable. But don't worry. I won't let anything happen to you or your baby. Just relax. Let the spell do its work.” Her words had been so curt, so dismissive, that I struggled to understand why she was the one offering comfort. I studied her, our eyes finally meeting. In that moment, I saw something flicker in her depths – a darkness that mirrored the turmoil within me.

I yelled, throwing a chair across the room. "Woah there, calm down, I think we may be able to help you out," Kael said behind me. He looked at me with confusion for a second before speaking again. "Hey, look at me, your heart rate is elevated and your breathing is fast. You need to calm down a little. Just focus on the sound of my voice. Just like that, slow breathing."I did as he said, calming myself down. "Thanks, I didn't know what was happening.

“I lost control again.” Grandpa stared in shock at the way Levante stood calmly beside the woman’s touch. “How did you calm him?” Grandpa asked. A faint smile crossed Levante’s face before it vanished. He glanced at the woman and explained, “This is Serenity Redwolf, my personal aide and the only one who can calm me down.” Silence fell over the room. Even the housekeeper and servants grew quiet. Grandpa, still stunned, approached her. “She can calm you down?”

I scream. My scream cracks deeply the bronze throne. It only crack. It breaks it not. My claws retreat. Sane with my glowing eyes. They stop and revert to normal. I exhale heavily. My breathing and heart beating heightens. It's thumping sounds escape through my agape lips. They agape as hot thick heavy breath. My fallen head finally tilt upwards Every heavy thumping and breaths depletes. My emotions reverts to normal. I smile. "Sorry for the misunderstanding".

*You mustn't scream, you must breathe calmly* the midwife ordered her *I'll let you breathe easy right away, if I want to scream, I'll scream* mentally she continued to get upset about the midwife, how should one remain calm when one thought it would tear one's abdomen *don't push, just breathe away* she continued to command and Keyla's mind exploded. She pressed her face into the pillow and stifled another cry of pain. Genzo continued to hold out her hand and tenderly stroked her forehead. He felt sorry for Keyla, such pain must have been hell

“Really calm.” Paul smiled, a genuine, pleased smile that made Leonard’s heart do a funny little flip. “Excellent. This is a tool you can use anywhere. When you feel the anxiety rising, just take a moment, focus on your breath.” Paul moved back to his chair, the professional distance restored. But the ghost of his touch remained on Leonard’s wrist, a brand of warmth.

My chest continued to weep with crimson drops, and he shook his head. "Let's get you under control first," his voice went soft, putting his hands on my arms. I had rolled up the white shirt exposing my skin and for a reason unknown to me, my body calmed, my body felt like jelly. "I have a touch compulsion to calm," he murmured. "It isn't well known around the coven, but the way you are questioning how your emotions can almost do a 180, I'm sure you were wondering what I was doing."