Spell Guilt Novels & Stories

My mood was rapidly growing even worse and more violent as I gritted those anger packed words out. Spence blanched, visibly eaten up by guilt. “I know, and I really am sorry about that. I heard about what happened at your brother’s house that day and it fucking kills me that I had contributed to that criminal's escape. Man, I’m sorry about it- I was only trying to-”

At that very moment, Gloria sneered. She shared no affection with her own father, all she had was humiliation and resentment, which is why she would not believe the old Master Shaw when he said he was going to help her find justice. She simply felt disgusted. After a split second of silence, she sneered and said, "Can you stop with tricks already, old bast*rd? If you want me and my daughter dead, just say it. There's no need to be subtle about it. I'm not afraid of you! Even if we die, we are going to come back and haunt you. You are about ninety this year, right? How many years do you have left? Who knows? You might just die at the celebration party for your late wife's nephew along with yo

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."

So I remained silent, and frozen my lips never bother to respond, as my eyes continued to stare at my wristband. With it, Serene sat down beside me, following my gaze, "What happened to Spencer, it was an accident..." she said softly. But her words offered no comfort, absolution eluded me. I knew she was damn right, but the guilt still weighed heavily on me. Spencer had been ruthless in the game, but he was still human. His death had been brutal and senseless. I wanted to believe it had all been an illusion, a simulation, but the reality was that someone had truly lost their life.

I whispered truthfully. “Do not dare,” she snapped, pulling back just enough to make me meet her eyes. “No one deserves this, do you hear me!? No one. You have carried this guilt for centuries, and it has eaten away at your soul for far too long. You went through the most horrendous, horrible, atrocious, unspeakable things that could ever happen to anyone, yet I think your past with Revandrel, the part you played in it, and the guilt of it all…I think that has broken you more than what happened to you.” “Oh, please do not start—“

I look at him carefully and sigh in resignation, “There aren’t two versions. There’s me, and the bitch who goes around pretending to be me.” “What do you mean?” He asks with deep interest. “It’s a glamour spell. She’s been doing it for centuries. Takes my identity, causes some shit and sets me up to take the fall. Pretty genius plan. Means whenever eyewitnesses report to the Delegation that they saw me killing someone–” “All they’d sense is the truth because that’s exactly what they saw,” he completes my sentence as realisation dawns on his face. “Why have you never come forward? If you could just speak to the Delegation they’d know you’re telling the truth,” he says encouragingly.

“Be grateful I don’t sue you for every dime you own.” “Colt, you can’t do this to us. We’ve been friends for years, we deserve better than this. Don’t you think we should get a chance to redeem ourselves?” Jack argues. “Honestly? Nope. I have no guilt. I’ve been told that a cheater is always gonna be a cheater, and both of you have cheated me. I won’t be fooled again. So keep your lies and anything else you were trying to throw at me to ruin my night out. How the hell did you know I’d be here anyway?” Colt demands.

The guilt was an ever-present spectre, haunting my every waking moment and tormenting my dreams. As the days turned into weeks and then months, the guilt refused to relinquish its hold on me. I withdrew from those around me, my laughter silenced, and my spirit dimmed. How could I ever take on the role of Beta when I had failed the one who was destined to be our Alpha? My days were consumed by a never-ending cycle of torment and self-recrimination. Each sunrise brought a renewed weight of guilt, and each nightfall offered no respite from the darkness that consumed my soul.

Lochlan laid out what he needed. ‘Are you sure she’ll fall for it?’ I asked when he’d finished. It was Desmond who answered. ‘She will. Gloria operates on two assumptions: one, that Aaron worships her – which he does – and two, that he’s still corroded with guilt over his first wife’s –’ he glanced at me quickly, then continued – ‘over Marin’s death. Both assumptions are correct. And guilt makes people impulsive. That impulsiveness is what we’re counting on.’

“She made her choice.” "I thought the same at first," Aislen admitted slowly. "I like Meguitte. She is my family too, as she is yours Talen. And I know that she suffered, both before being turned vampire and at Sparrow's hand. And I know she didn't have any choice when she created the spell that's on the cuffs, but she made a mistake when she gave the cuffs to Sparrow. A mistake that has cost lots of people their lives and is still costing people their lives. And it almost killed Heath. If you are at fault in a car accident and someone dies, you are still responsible for that death. Stella said to me that August's crimes were less than Meguitte's and Leighton's, and as uncomfortable as if ma