Spell Desire Novels & Stories

He growls, sidestepping to put more of a distance between them, and that sends Marisol reeling. She couldn't understand anything except for the fact that she needed him close, and he was hell-bent on doing the exact opposite. He takes a few steps away, and she follows after him stubbornly, seemingly not registering his words and only just needing the growing ache at being separated from her mate, sated. "Oh goddess," he groans. "The effects of the spell... they haven't worn off, have they?" This was the second time he talked about a spell, and Marisol was as confused at his words as she was agitated by his actions. What was he on about?

I say. “Okaaaayyy,” he says, drawing out the word. I run my hands over the potion, feeling that the intent is pure, positive and good. That’s what I needed it to be. “The one who was swayed Has become dismayed He can’t feel his mate In his current state He can’t sense his child The bond is defiled This spell will be cast To see through the last To rise above and sense those he loves” The liquid rises out of the bowl, forming into a watery-looking heart before breaking apart and evaporating into the air.

He always hoped that. She didn’t understand why though. They had established long ago that they didn’t share the same sexual tastes. George was a sadist… his fantasies involved pain, dominance, and extremes she had no interest in… she told him that. Charlotte didn't mind pain in the sense that she liked rough and dirty sex. She liked intensity, passion, and fire. And yes, she had forbidden fantasies tucked away in her mind… things that could be done to her… But she didn’t want them with George.

the white cloud with those horrible eyes, drifting before me just prior to unleashing ruin upon every one of us. "A Soothsayer can be stirred to turn into a Spier," Felix says, his voice touched with energy, "one of the six Gifts!" "What is a Spier?" I ask, looking at the manner in which Liam's face turns hard at Felix's words. I develop much more intrigued, noticing his distress.

: she should not be taken lightly. Marissa's eyes narrowed as she turned to look at me. "And yet you expect me to believe you can help me defeat her?" I came to a stop in front of her and fixed her with my unwavering stare. "You can level the playing field with my help. However, there will be a price. She stumbled, but her lips parted. "What kind of cost?" I smiled and returned my attention to the boiling. "Marissa, power is not just granted. You have to pay for it. Blood. Devotion. And occasionally...something extra." She was obviously trying to steel herself by crossing her arms. "What do you require of me?" A bottle with weakly shimmering contents was retrieved from the table. I held it o

There are a series of sex toys on her nightstand and a framed picture of a younger version of Susy in pigtails hairstyle and an innocent smile. I know people love sex a lot and it can be addictive but most times I worry about her having a trauma that led to her being a nymphomaniac. There has to be something that triggered it because the young innocent girl I'm staring at didn't look she would blossom into a broken version of Suzy. Life has probably dealt a deadly blow on her. "What are you doing?" Suzy cleared her throat, calling my attention. "I came in and you were nowhere to be found. I needed you to perform a locator spell on Hilda."

“Gabriel’s plans have gone too far. He’s lost sight of everything, blinded by power. I may be many things, but I won’t stand by and watch him destroy Silverwood Falls.” Nathanial and I exchanged a glance, both of us wary but hopeful. We needed all the help we could get. “What do you know about the spell he’s trying to complete?” I asked. Marcus led us down a series of winding passages, his voice low and urgent. “The spell Gabriel seeks to cast is ancient, one that binds the very essence of werewolves to his will. With it, he can control them completely, using their power for his own ends. But the ritual requires a significant sacrifice—Gabriel needs the blood of a chosen one to complete it.”

Hoarse. “It’s not that simple.” I turned my head. “What isn’t?” “Removing it.” She drew a shaky breath. “The spell… it’s rooted in desire. My desire. To be wanted. Obsessively. The more you fight it… the more you give in to it… the deeper it hooks into you.” She finally looked over her shoulder, her eyes dark with something like regret. “Into both of us.” I propped myself up on an elbow. The meaning crashed over me. “You’re saying the more I fuck you…”

It make the person have the deep urge to have sex that what Rex would be feeling if he continue fighting it. The spell was like a strong aphrodisiac. And it’s probably one of the worst kinds of suffering a man could ever go through. In fact, in the past, he remember how that drug would make a man go wild and do the unthinkable. He didn’t want his friend ending like that or even dying. This spell was forbidden for a reason and Rex need to understand that.