Spell Desire Novels & Stories

The magic spell has both caster and medium's blood, yet only one wish has been fulfilled yet. "Does it mean the spell has not yet been fulfilled?" Scheriziel asked. "Only the caster's wish had been fulfilled... remember what you wished for." Scheriziel's dream was interrupted by her husband as he tried to wake her up. "Scheriziel? My love, wake up. We have to shower and prepare for our big day," says Viishaun as he wakes her up by planting small kisses on her ladyship's cheeks. Her ladyship slightly opened her eyes and found herself back in the four corners of their love nest.

I kept chanting, my eyes dropped, closing instinctively to savour the feeling as the first wave of pleasure hit me. "Yes father... oh bless me father... Oh yes" I screamed as my middle finger and fore finger slipped into my hungry pussy. My fingers moved quickly, as I imagined father Gabriel pulling my hair from the back with the same hands he served me communion, the sane hand he had used to bless my head with ash. In and out, in and out, my fingers went in and out, drawing circles and squares on my wet flesh, teasing and touching, roughly and softly... In and out.

WARNING!! This chapter contains explicit content meant for readers 18 and older. Reader discretion is advised, as this chapter may be disturbing. *** “Your wish is my command, baby girl,” Sebastian purred as he slapped the dildo against Isabella’s clit again before pulling it away, tossing it onto the bed, and spitting directly onto her pussy. Her walls clenched, her slick dripping even more as the warm spit slid down her folds. He leaned in and slid his tongue deep into her pussy while pinching her nipples to make them even harder, earning a loud whimper from Isabella.

I either need to let the spell go before it consumes the last of my soul, letting it crumble into nothing, leaving the city defenseless or finish it, fortifying it for the future. My mate takes a step forward, and places a hand on my face, his skin glowing. “Let me help you,” his voice is purely Hawthorne now, Hex retreating enough for my friend to shine through. “Let’s finish the spell.” “I don’t want to force you, Sparks. We can bring Sorrel back, or another for me to mark. It doesn’t have to be you.” “No,” Sparks shakes his head. “I want, no need, to be the one.”

“It is not old, well maybe but its fur is made out of real gold and its eyes are made of sapphires and diamonds.” “Whatever, I am not getting you that.” He said and looked at the list, Xalia rolled her eyes secretly and turned back to her meal. “It’s not like you can't afford it.” She mumbled and Draven turned to her. “I heard that.” He said and she looked up at him. “Yes, and I am not wrong, come on Draven.” “Why do you want it so bad?” “Because it is so cute.” She replied and pouted. “Uhg, don't do that.” He said and she chuckled.

Dark circles rested beneath her eyes. "I've found something." Hope filled me. "What is it?" She opened a worn leather book. "There is a spell." My heart tightened. "What kind of spell?" She looked at me with grave eyes. "A Division Curse." I frowned. "I don't understand." "It doesn't force someone to hate." "It doesn't erase love." "It does something far crueler." She pointed to a faded illustration of two wolves standing back to back. "It whispers." "Whispers?" "It feeds fear."

I flipped through the brittle pages until I found the section marked Dominion Over Flesh and Will. The illustrations were ancient; sigils drawn in blood, sketches of wolves twisted with human limbs. My lips curled in a dark smile. “Perfect.” The spell I needed wasn’t just a love charm. It was an enslavement, one that fused body and soul so tightly that even the gods couldn’t pry them apart. Josiah would be mine, utterly and forever. I reached for the vial of moonshade extract on the shelf, along with a strand of Josiah’s hair that I had kept hidden since the night he first kissed me. The scent of it, woodsmoke and power, made something primal stir inside me.

Hard. I screamed, but it wasn't from pain. It was the release of every tension I’d carried for years. Azrael didn't stop. He moved like a man starved, his hands exploring every inch of me with a brutal honesty that no human man had ever dared. The sting of his teeth on my neck was the spark that set the whole room on fire. I didn't want gentle. I didn't want a "lover." I wanted exactly what Azrael was: a force of nature that didn't give a damn about my comfort. My breath came in ragged, shallow hitches as he ground his hips into mine. The sheer weight of him was crushing, pinning me into the hardwood floor, and I loved it. I arched my back, trying to get closer to the heat radiating off his

The shadows at the edges of the runes shivered like they were tasting the air for blood, for fear, for dominance. Sierra clenched her fists, fingers grazing the chalk. She whispered the trigger phrase, her voice tight, sharp. A flicker of silver sparked at her fingertips—but it was wilder than usual. The shadows responded instantly, snaking higher, twisting faster than she expected. Her anger, her jealousy, her protectiveness over Malick—it all fed the spell, amplifying it beyond the controlled parameters she’d intended.

The lights around it remained dead and lifeless meaning the Alpha King wasn't thinking of his dear daughter. Alpha Jaxon had still not changed his mind about doing the spell. Soon at this rate, I would no longer be useful to him. Astrid breathed in deeply as though she felt relaxed in this place and I was angry. Angry that she was so relaxed. How could she be so relaxed when I was in so much pain and annoyance? I jerked her wheelchair to a sudden stop whispering enormously into her ear. "Do you see that circle? It's for the Heart Desire spell. Apparently, if my father— sorry your father is missing you, it will light up and the ritual can be done."