Spell Forever Novels & Stories

We moved cautiously, aware that any misstep could be fatal. Finally, after what felt like hours of navigating the labyrinthine tunnels, we found it—a small chamber bathed in an eerie blue light. In the center, on a stone pedestal, rested the Amulet of Fenrir. I stepped forward, my heart pounding. The amulet seemed to pulse with a life of its own, resonating with the energy around it. As I reached out to take it, a sense of foreboding washed over me. Suddenly, the ground trembled, and a deafening roar echoed through the chamber. From the shadows emerged a colossal figure, a guardian of the amulet, its eyes glowing with a malevolent light.

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. “I don’t think this was for you, based on what I heard,” Fotis said. “Sofia and her mate,” I asked, and he nodded. I blew a long breath of hot air. But it wouldn’t be a stretch. If someone mastered this spell successfully, they could use it on anyone. If a bond was broken then rejection could come into play again. Was this in any way related to what Dorothy was doing?

You can find me with it too, by changing the spell. There were tears of emotion in her eyes. ‘It's made with blood magic, so it's very strong.’ He kissed her forehead. ‘The spell is, Gaol eachdra idheilm, eternal love.’ He took a long lace from his trouser pocket and put his hand above it. ‘Fadna Chláir, forever connected, Cha chaill mi riamh, you will never lose me. Chan ann le draoidheachd, fóirneart no úine,

He staggered—but did not fall. “Still holding back,” he said, teeth clenched. “Always.” He thrust his hand forward and shouted, “Fate itself is split in twain. Promises fall, stripped of chain. No oath survives the final end. Sigil of Severance—Rend.” The spell tore through the air like a blade, shredding my gravity field. I barely had time to react. “Stand, O line where chaos breaks. Hold fast against all hostile wakes. Let no harm pass this sacred girdle.

she screamed, denying everything. The sorcerer looked up, revealing yellowed teeth and a cold smile. "Luna Alayna, you really have a poor memory. When you paid me a fortune for the surrogate pregnancy curse, you certainly didn't say that." The room fell into stunned silence. The surrogate pregnancy curse was forbidden magic in the werewolf packs. Anyone caught using it would be exiled for life. Veins bulging on his forehead, Misael kicked the sorcerer violently. "You're lying! I don't know you! Sienna must have paid you to frame us!"

What was Damien's excuse? Jess felt Ricky pulling at her hand, ushering her into the circle. It was hard to hear over the roaring wind and Belle's screams. She could see Ricky's mouth moving, speaking the words of the spell she'd practised so many times. He looked over and gave her a reassuring nod. She did the same to Sammy, taking his small hand in hers. As one they repeated the words; "Trifectus, Trivestum, Trivorum, Unbind thy spirit,

I will still somehow get my sons to mate with them. “I looked into that spell to bind souls together. Even if we can get Romero and Saul to mate with them they can’t get them pregnant. Only their soul bonds can get them pregnant.” Franco says. “Fuck, is there a way to reverse the spell?” I ask. “Only the people that cast the spell can reverse it,” Franco adds.

The Council Temple trembled beneath a force older than time. Gold-black light exploded from Seraphine—no, from Elira—her name pulsing in the very walls of the temple as the magic of a lost lineage clawed its way back into the world. Her scream had torn through reality itself, and now the very air crackled with power.

Persephone agreed, turning to Tristan who was ready to go and reach Huzefa and take them out from this shitty dimension. Switching through her swords and dragging it across the ground, Persephone continued to run while chanting her spell. “Chattel one yearns to tame. Harbinger of flames lives upon my name.” Raising her sword gradually from the ground, she held it with both of her hands, running forward. And before a blink, she was before a guy and sliced through him but stopped midway, completing her spell, “Fire of Demise!” In an instant, the flames emerged. The fire caught the whole series of people near him, clearing the path, burning people who were coming in the way of fire or tried to

"And a spell of that magnitude requires a binding catalyst. A blood sacrifice is not enough to pull a pureblood soul back from the deep veil." The elders exchanged a knowing, secretive glance. "There is one more ingredient we would need," the first elder said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "What's that?" Alisha asked, her eyes narrowing. "The hair of the woman she currently loves. The Omega. Her essence must be woven into the spell. The magic needs to recognize the current anchor of Seraphina's affection so it can actively violently reject it, replacing it with Leonardo's spirit." A cold, ruthless smile slowly spread across Alisha’s face. The sheer poetic cruelty of it was