Spell Engineered Novels & Stories

Lucifer snorted angrily. "I didn't know it belonged to Melissa and why would I ever bother to read words on jewels and for your advice since when people started to write on jewels like seriously, aren't paper was enough?" My mother was as angry as Lucifer. He gritted his teeth as the glint of anger flashed through his eyes. "Spell, you said? What does that mean?" I mumbled quietly. "I don't know, it's an ancient spell and I'm not strong enough to understand it," she shrugged her shoulders before sitting down next to me.

She screamed and slash the sword on my chest, "Ahhhh….!" I screamed and held onto the wound as blood gushed out, tears flowed, pain, hurt and so many mixed emotions. My mother, father, and Nana all crossed my mind. But the pain is too much. I'm also tired of the cruel destiny "I will put you through so much pain that will send you back to your descendant, you should have asked before you were mated to me, I am the She-devil" "I…...Supreme Alpha Sheila Mahamanga of all the supernatural world…….hereby send you Eden Rastol back painfully to the abyss…... of eternal pain….., may you never reincarnate again!"

he asks. “No, it depends on the spell,” I tell him, closing my eyes and taking deep breaths. It’s been a long time since I had to do such an intricate spell. “Why is this one impacting you so much?” he asks, moving the washcloth over my face. “It wasn’t a simple spell. I had to make it so she could travel, but not run away. She had to be able to speak, but not use her words to ask for help from others. It would have been easy to, say, put a spell on her to keep her from leaving her cell. But this one had to be more about her intention, her desire to run or get away, rather than her physical movements. It takes a lot more effort and concentration when you add those layers in.”

My first meeting with her. “Freku sa tilolo fis eku nas ti lalin.” He chants, making the whole place instantly dirt-free. “And here I was, thinking it’s -ti lalon.” I say about the spell “Ti lalon or ti lalin, can go both ways depending on who is using it; A warlock or a Witch.” He tells me “Well, I did know that some words are gender specific but I just never thought it would have to do with a single letter.” I mutter thoughtfully

The power to be a slave. "It seems very exaggerated. How is that going? What do you mean?" His eyebrows furrowed and paused for a while. "I don't know? This might be a result of reading books." I said and he nodded twice, paying attention to every detail I said. "Darling, in the English language, can you spell the 5th longest wor⁠—" I interrupted him. I closed my eyes, jumbled letters began to flow like specks of pixie dust forming a word. It's like magic but It's not fantasy. It is sensory, a thought experiment. It is science.

Willow stated to Cordelia. Allegra breathes and tears swell from her eyes. She couldn’t explain how hurt it was to hide secret to Thana. She could never imagine how could Thana accepts all the lies that she kept to her daughter. “Please bring the spell to Thana. It’s her protection from Lazarus and to protect her from the evil deeds.” A fiery red liquid, glittering and glowing like a fire, is a magic spell that she made. Allegra knows if Thana turns to Sixteen Lazarus will come after her.

#Strip club# #Birthday shenanigans# #Supernatural species of LA# Do you mind some ass spanking and a head? ♥Elena's POV♥ Suzy ran her perfectly manicured fingers on a lock of my wavy jet black hair she helped me curl some hours ago and said, "Rule number one, do not abandon your liquor only to come back and gulp it all, it could have been spiked." I bit my plump lip filled with a matte burgundy lipstick and a touch of lip gloss before rolling my eyes at her.

I think I should rest now but I’m not tired yet and I haven’t reached my goal yet— to release energy and form it into a weapon like a sword or something. “You can do it Crystal.” I whispered to myself before letting a huge amount of black energy out of my hands, just enough for me to create an output. I imagined a bow and an arrow and tried to make it out of my magic by slowly moving my hands in the air but I just ended up being surrounded by black smoke. I never thought that doing an enchanted craft can be this hard but how can a respectable school accept someone like me who only knows how to release her magic and knows nothing beyond it?

I was flustered and also worried about the idea he had come from nowhere and he was holding a big dangerous weapon. And in a moment of silence, I confessed my true dream. " I want to open a school for other spellcasters like me and my father. " I smiled, as I was thinking of teaching other kids how to use magic without anyone judging them or being scared of them. " Can I call you Mr. Spear? " I cheered as I was jumping, Mr. Spear was silent for a while but he sighed. " My name is Michael, but call me whatever you want. What do you know about spells anyway? You're a child. "