Spell Desire Novels & Stories

I shot Jenkins a look. “Noted,” he muttered, quickly gathering his files before leaving. She placed the coffee on my desk. “Your coffee, sir,” she emphasized the last word. “Are you trying to make me jealous?” She met my gaze without hesitation. “Are you?” “Leave.” I picked up the coffee, watching her walk out. What the hell was wrong with me? This was what happened when a man let desire cloud his judgment. And desire and revenge were never meant to mix. Aisha’s POV

Erebus noticed his struggle, "We don't know what happened to you yet fully. They should not be able to put you under a love spell with her. Tartarus marked her, and is in fact in love with her. I don't think two can mark the same person, considering it's a 'soul link' spell." Perses shook his head to try to get all the messy thoughts out of his head: "All I know is that I want to follow you and serve you, my Lord." "I know you do." Erebus gave him a gentle smile, "But right now following me is not the safest thing to do." "You don't say." A voice rose behind Erebus, and they both looked towards the person. It was Metis.

Locking his muscles Jazz remains standing still then, his loud breathing echoing through the room. With my cock so hard it would be easy to either ask him to repay the favor, or even better, use his mouth for that, but the spell is broken, reality crashing down around us. When I let go of his cock and step away I see his shoulders shake once, and I can't say if it's exhaustion, or something else. If it were Bella acting like that I would ask if she was alright, but I don't think Jazz will appreciate that. Even when I step away from him he doesn't move for several seconds, then avoids looking at me

He answered my question tapping the end of his stick where my heart was, "Tell me more about this mate of yours." "She is exactly like the one before her and they both appeared in the same manner." I said and he hummed. "That doesn't mean she is like her." "I cannot take chances Xerxes." I growled at him, "How do you break the spell?" "By getting closer to your mate." He smiled at me, "It's the only way you can break the spell." He said and I groaned loudly. "Is there any other option aside that?" I inquired.

he asked curiously. "I did not touch him with my skin," Mila spoke. "It is exposure to skin, visual or physical that puts the enchatment. Impact of spells vary by the well, spell." "Can you please forgive me?" Arthur asked as he pressed his forehead to the nape of her neck. A gasp of desire escaped her lips. As he caressed his lips down her spine, she felt her body shiver. "Please..." he begged. "I..." Mila was speechless.

Was she seriously trying to do that to me? “This is my mother’s handwriting,” I whispered. Why the hell would my mother want to break a fated mate bond? Her and my father weren’t fated mates that I knew of, nor were my grandparents. Was she doing it for Georgia? No, no it can’t be. It goes against literally all we believe, all the Goddess teaches us to believe. Once you’re mated, death is the only way out. There’s no rejection once you’re mated. This spell basically says you don’t want either one to die but you want them apart and you don’t want them to suffer the split.

“Perhaps for some people. Perhaps for Loren, who still believes duty and happiness can coexist if one is resigned enough.” “But not for you?” Willa asked. “Absolutely not for me.” Mariselle’s smile flashed bright and unapologetic. “I want mad, consuming, inconvenient love. I want someone who looks at me the way a drowning man looks at air." “That's a dangerous thing to want,” Willa said quietly. Mariselle’s gaze drifted toward her sister and the Prince, now seated together upon the stone bench beside the pond. She watched them with curiosity, as though half expecting a kiss or declaration. Neither came.

“A love potion? That’s ridiculous. My wolf would have sensed it.” Melisa sighed, placing the sculpture down on her table. "Exactly. The spell was designed to bypass your wolf. It’s tied to your human emotions, subtly manipulating your feelings and instincts. The potion isn’t about making your wolf think of someone as their mate, but about making you fall in love with someone. In essence, this was a love charm and had nothing to do with your mate bond. This means Benita is your true mate, and she did nothing to your wolf.”

“Isn’t Priscilla your lapdog? And if you can’t keep her in check, how the hell do you expect her to keep her own minions in check?” I nearly snarled where I stood. Lapdog, my ass. If I wanted to, I could turn that silver spoon-fed whore inside out. But Selena had her leash around me because of that secret. That fucking secret I let her hold over me like a crown. But not for long. “I just need one last thing,” Selena said softly. “A spell.” Her father went quiet. “A spell,” she repeated, “to deceive the Apex brothers. To make them think like I’m their fated mate.”

A whisper on the back of her neck. "You're not his." "Fight." But the magic wouldn't allow her to scream. Vladimir tore away, gasping. "You're trembling," he said. "I." Her voice shattered. "I need you." He grinned sadistically. "Of course you do. The spell guarantees it." He rested his forehead against hers. "But someday. I want you to desire me independently." A jolt of anguish. Confusion. "Is that. possible?" "It will be," he whispered, smearing a tear from the rim of her eye. "Sometime. You'll remember nothing but me."