Spell Commandment Novels & Stories

It echoed across the forest and into the village. It's the bell for an urgent message. My father, the alpha king, sends his guards to ring it whenever he wants to address us. Not just an ordinary message, but typically it signifies danger, and death. Fuck! This magic should work fast. “Liv, I think we need to attend this call,” Thomas giggled, his desires for me taking over his thinking faculty. Fuck you and my name in your mouth, until I am done turning you to a bush rat. A spiral blue spell appeared on my palms as I controlled the force of it. Not wasting time, I closed my eyes and said the last prayer for Thomas while casting the spell on him.

‘By the Moon’s light and spirits of the night, Break the curse and end the werewolves plight. With a cursed beings life force I plea, Free the enslaved, let their true selves be. Unbind their chains and restore their will, Harmony with the Moon will let their spirit fill. With gratitude and reverence I cast this spell, Liberate the werewolves, release them from this hell, So mote it be.’

Slowly and deliberately I marked my place in my book before carefully closing it, only then did I look up. "I heard." "Do you understand?" He pushed. "You mean does my pathetic human brain understand your super complicated words? Yes, I understand. Is that all? I have more studying to do, as you ordered." I hoped he'd take the hint and leave, but I was starting to think that hints didn't work on him. He was more of a state-the-obvious type. "I will have your word that you will not ask to see another's wolf." The Alpha pinned me with a hard stare and once again the oxygen in the room seemed to start disappearing.

Laga said as he turned to catch Cornell's gaze. "My Lord, what if she's trying to hold us here and let her people win the war against our kingdom and our armies while she kills us here herself with her powers and that of the dragons fires." One of Cornell's personal armies said as he stepped forward. Laga stared at the army for a while without a word, he walked towards him and stood in his front. "Next time I hear such a word come out from your mouth, I will definitely cut your tongue myself, for you have no right to speak except being instructed to." Laga said to the army with all seriousness.

But the door behind them had vanished—replaced by smooth, impenetrable stone. Vesper pushed himself upright. “Of course. This was never just about unlocking the tomb. It was about completing the prophecy.” Dain cursed under his breath. “We walked into a trap.” Althea smiled. “Not a trap. A truth. There are ten spells written in ancient law, commandments no one dares speak of. You’ve broken nine.” Her eyes locked with Elara’s. “But the tenth? That one requires a sacrifice.” Elara’s heart pounded in her chest. “What sacrifice?”

She raises her hands and commands. - Nebula oblivionis incidat in ea quae mode audiverunt Quandocumque Limits sarcinarum transierunt. (May the fog of oblivion fall over what all just heard whenever the pack's boundaries are crossed.) – she says in the Latin with which she works her spells. Another witch approaches.

Xander together in their minds. Other members of the product marketing team chose to eat in silence rather than get hit by the indignant spray of Smith's company successor. "I can take your advice, Adam. I feel my heart is open to entrust people again to miss Nadhea Martinez will never disappoint the Master and Lady here! Miss Nadhea and I are officially friends!" Suddenly the sentence emits a ray of light after the end of the speech. Nadhea opened one eye while smiling obliquely. The ancient spell previously required direct speech to the person who dared not reveal it and there was punishment of anyone who violated it.

He questioned. "A human? Never. An average? Half a century. A master? 9 decades. But you? A week." "Oh no!" "Was there something you planned for?" "Yes, next six days from now, I — Fuck!" Dominus clutched his head and pressed it as he whined. "No cussing in the church," Gretel warned. But seeing Dominus in pain, her heart softened. "That's the psyche spell. You can't say or do what he didn't allow you to. There are several side effects and pains."

Special Skill: Deus of Grimoire, bestows the holder the permission to access and interpret the Ten Commandments which are originally written with the Word of God, the highest form of magic enchantment. "The Word of God…. Isn't that the supreme magic only spoken by spirits? Even the highest of angels are incapable of using such magic… and this item allows you to access them?" Hally cannot contain her astonishment as she reads the information further, "Mages would go crazy just to get this type of item…" Hally explained, "Wait, why do you look so worried?" "Nah, it's nothing… I'm just a bit worried that these items are not fit for me after all. I might need to sell it instead…" I sighed.

Yet, we all start to firmly believe only one thing. But before even one of us attempt to make a move, Connor screams over the sounds of the Vampires hissing as they snap their teeth. "AGAIN." "Leave him, demon." "Be gone." "Take your leave." "You are defeated." "You shall cease to exist." "You will release yourself." "I command you." "This spell diminishes you." "As I speak, so it must be."