Spell Heart Novels & Stories

But that anger only flared, this prowling hate bounding through my spirit, filling me up and forcing everything else out. I curled my shaking fingers into the inside of my palm and still, I felt no pain. I slammed my eyes shut, trying to sort through all the chaos tumbling inside my mind, trying to just breathe. The dead place that she hallowed out when she left once, it ached again, it ached and then all the pain broke free, spread from my chest to every other part in my body, like needles penetrating through my flesh, through my heart. That stupid heart that always kept beating for her wanted to stop, that heart finally begged me to give him a break, to free him from the spell bounding him

I just couldn't control my tears falling from my eyes as I hopelessly looked at her. When my mind decided to think of a thing I could do that might save my girl, I whispered a spell and placed my right hand on her core to heal her insanely big wound. I tried again and again, but it just won't work as I guess I'm losing power, or I must be feeling too many emotions that hinder my proper thinking. Or it could also be possible that the spell that Hera used on the silver sword was irrevocable. I thought they were not going to kill her? “Stay with me, please. Don't leave me again. Please? Pryce, Babe, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.” I cried, looking at her face, and she just smiled at me.

" DEPEN! " He frowned from the pain dragging his claws from my chest, I coughed blood trying to heal my wound but it was too deep. It reached my heart, was he aiming at my heart? I saw Theodore in front of me as he is feeding me a piece of his soul. " No! " I tried to push him but he disappeared, was I really about to die! I stood up again looking at Rohan who is still in pain due to my DEPEN spell, I undo it and he jumped back to attack me but I made a barrier.

Why did something so beautiful have to be tainted by the worst? Sitting down, I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. Thoughts of what Liam had done to me flashed through my head and I could feel his hands all over me, taking my innocence away and my eyes darted open. My heart was beating so fast in that short time, tears had rolled down my cheeks. I grabbed my phone from my pocket and called Keith who answered on the fourth ring. “Sup,” he asked, sounding as if he had just woken up. “Can you come and get me?” my voice cracked at the end.

The glowing magic pulsed again, and he jerked with a raw, broken sound that tore into me like a blade. My mother’s laugh grew louder. Sinister. Wild. “No, darling,” she said. “I did it by stealing hearts. And not in the romantic way.” My stomach flipped. She pointed the black dagger at Dante without even looking at him. “I need his stupid heart for a spell. A very rare, very ancient spell. One that will make me forever young.” My heart hardened. I felt the anger tighten inside me like a fist. “You’re not getting it,” I said, my voice low and steady.

Kitty shook her head, "He didn't even know I was a witch when he took me back." The Queen shook her head: "You are too innocent, little girl. Who do you think it was that used the scarlet heart spell on you?" "What scarlet heart spell?" Kitty squinted her eyes at the Queen. "You have seen a shooting star fell in the village, haven't you?" The Queen said slowly, shaking the red wine in her hand, "A scarlet, red shooting star." Kitty gasped at the memory fished out by the Queen with those words: "You... you --"

I grunted trying to shun the pain that raged in the back of my head. “Who did this to you?” She whispered. “Even if you forgot the whole world, why me?” “Shut up!” I yelled. “I’m going to break you free my love. I can see that treacherous spell locking your heart. You have suffered enough,” “Shut it!” I barked but her eyes transformed into flaming red, as she began a spell even I myself didn’t understand. Whatever it was, I screamed as my pain worsened. I pulled away from her trying to lock that door that was about to open in me.

He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds. “Your mom sent me a letter so I really came here prepared. I also got the news of what happened two days ago so I personally came to check you out. So how are you? Are you fine now?” I literally got that question several times now. “Perfectly fine, nothing to worry about. Anyway, have you brought your sister? Where is she?” I looked around to see if he’s got his sibling with him but Aubrey’s not around. Kirk and Aubrey are my only friends who knows about my secret aside from Lena.

--- **Chapter 15** **Vincent’s POV** The night was oppressively still, yet my mind was anything but. Shadows danced behind my closed eyelids, coalescing into the stern visage of my father. His eyes, cold and unyielding, bore into mine as he reminded me of the solemn promise I had made: to marry Lilian, to uphold the family's honor. The dream felt so vivid, so real, that when I jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat, my heart pounded as if I had just faced him in the flesh.

Once it's done the task of winning back the love of her heart will be much easier. "Understood. Tell me what you need to cast the spell?" I ask. "Her blood. I need the blood of your mate," he answers. "Must it be fresh?" "No at all." I walk out and order a servant to bring Agila's strained dress. It has her blood all over. "This will work," the fake warlock assures before starting his task. He chants for a long while, but appears to be straining. He at the end stops and glances at me anxiously. "I think that your mate has a shield of charms around her heart. This spell cannot get past it," he says.