Spell Desire Novels & Stories

The Spire, once a distant threat, now loomed closer, its presence a constant reminder of the dangers that lay ahead, and the ever-present shadow of their missing friend. As they drew closer, the ground began to tremble. The air crackled with energy, and the scent of sulfur filled their nostrils. The Forgotten Spire was waking up, and with it, the whispers of the prophecy grew stronger. Aria felt a shiver run down her spine, not just from the cold. The closer they got to the Spire, the stronger the pull of the Crimson Heart, the more intense the visions of past lives. Images of love, loss, and the eternal struggle between good and evil flashed before her eyes, leaving her disoriented and afra

“This spell is fueled by desire, and it’s the only way we would get true, unfiltered desire out of her. She would be too nervous if she knew.” “Why not Rudi? Or just use me?” I argued. “Is twenty three years of pent up desire not enough?” Blair gave me a knowing glare. “You and Rudi are helping with the spell, first off. Second, a virgin’s desire is always best. Lastly, lust is strongest, and I should hope you haven’t been lusting after her for twenty three years, seeing as she is only twenty three years old.” Kaleb’s smug laughter echoed from across the room. “Besides, we all know you’ll be doing worse to her soon enough.”

“An exclusion of family and mates?” “He thought the spell’s intention was to exclude family and mates from the obsession spell, but instead it made you repelled by them.” “Wow, it’s all beginning to make sense now.”

Then he spoke. “Many eons ago, a man’s entire bloodline was cursed. We are his direct descendants.” His tone was steady, practiced — the way one recites a truth learned too young. “The spell binds itself differently to each Vitale.” Nathan frowned. “Differently how?” Alessio’s eyes were distant now. “It listens.” Nathan blinked. “Listens?” “To desire,” Alessio clarified. “Whatever it is that you truly want — not what you say you want. Not what you convince yourself you want. But what your soul reaches for when you are alone.” His voice lowered. “You will never have it.”

“It polishes you. Burns away weakness. I no longer trained to prove myself. I trained because I wanted more. Because I deserved more. Because I was meant to rule.” “And you know what kids? That’s when the voices in the dreams stopped whispering. They started to kneel. And then… I began weaving my masterpiece. A spell unlike anything the witches or wolves had seen in generations. One that wasn’t about death. Or chaos. Or fear.” “No. It was about sleep. About trapping. A dream prison.” “For her. For Sophia. Your mother.” “I studied every strand of the mate bond. Every lore the wolves had buried. I found the cracks. The soft places where even love could become a weapon. And I slipped in. The sp

It was the first of many things that I was drawn to. “Yes!” She squealed. “Except it’s actually mixed with phutesenol and a spell—“ “A spell?” My eyes widened. “You always wished for a way that we could spend our whole lives together and Lucien, this is finally it” The smile across her lips dropped and there was so much emotion in her eyes that I was compelled to say yes.

Her hands swept downward, gathering threads of energy that shimmered like strands of sunlight, weaving them into the spell. "A lock to your desires, ignorant to all but her," Venus continued, her voice growing more intense. "The fire within you shall be tempered, and your soul tethered to hers. The moment your bond with her activates, let this spell commence!" As she spoke, the sigil on the floor erupted in a golden blaze, swirling and expanding as if consuming the air itself. Selene stepped closer, her calm demeanor unshaken despite the immense power building in the room. She raised her hand above the glowing sigil and allowed two drops of her silver-blue blood to fall into the center.

He tensed up for a second before responding, “Blaze says he does, but we don’t know what to make of it. We both just want to be deep inside you. That’s what it does to us.” His wolf is confused and because his wolf is confused, he can’t make sense of who his mate is! It seems like this spell is more of a foolery spell than a curse. Meant to trick and hide truths in subtle ways. “What about this?” I leaned in and kissed his lips so tenderly that I thought Bree was going to take over and mark him. My arousal was at another all time high, so I crawled on top of Dante, who was already at the ready for me and positioned himself at my entrance before I slid down and onto his readied and swollen me

And as time passed by, Deborah’s kiss became deeper and deeper, more and more passionate as if she wanted to gobble up Glade’s whole existence. “Don’t refuse anymore, jackass. Stop resisting your desire. I know you want it, too. I know you’re enjoying it. Now, fall into the abyss of your flesh’s fantasy. Die with pleasure. That’s how my ultimate spell, Nakedness, works. Once I activate that spell, I can detect my opponent’s strengths, weaknesses, fantasies and sexual desires as if I am stripping off their clothes,” Asmodeus said and revealed the secret of his spell. After few minutes, Glade already submitted himself and his lips responded to Deborah's kiss.