Spell Hollering Novels & Stories

After popping a piece into her mouth, she offered one to Whitney who shook her head politely with a wrinkled nose. “It’s too spicy! I like the way you taste after you’re finished chewing, though. Now about that game...I’m in! Let’s go.” “Duly Noted, West Coast. Alright- I’m about to start dropping hints, so listen.” Hollis grinned and slowed down considerably. Whitney noticed they were approaching a tollbooth and twisted in her seat to face the mischievous native Mainer zealously. “Ready, Holly!”

Holly were laughing her ass off and with all of this ace she didn't bind me to anything and let me instead huddle in a corner. Shaking like a leaf and crying my head off, my screaming had died off but I kept muttering for hours until Holly finally wandered off somewhere. The coven had placed a blood spell on Holly so I could track her or more likely sense when she is close to me and when she is not.

“HaaaaooooCCCCK!” “What!? Huh? Awww...I can’t understand you. Spit it out already, West Coast.” Hollis mimicked her girlfriend’s struggle with affectionate grey eyes, grinning widely and slowly relinquishing her strong hold against the other woman’s twitching nape. “...I’ll bet those lungs of yours are just burning. Would you like to take a full breath now?”

Okay, I expected what he would say next. "It's Euouae. Six letters which composed of exclusively without consonants, Sir." I know, that this man seems to be intimidated by my presence. "Holly, molly. You're a crackerjack! I didn't make a mistake in choosing you. I'm impressed, really impressed! You're so good, you're so good darling Synec, how old are you?" He enthusiastically responded to me like he got a miracle from heaven or like a meteor that only he had seen, or as if he had seen an amulet or a magical ark containing precious jewelry.

This spell feels cold but the wind it blows whistles a certain melody that would tame the wolf. "Hessuel... he who resonates the song of your howl in the soul of your listeners, that is the meaning of your name. Hessuel, if you can hear me, come forth to my voice and extend your hand," I recited, then close my eyes while stretching my hand to him. The process of this spell includes diving into the thoughts of the wolf to search for that slumbering intelligence. However, all I see is pure darkness within him. "Hessuel? Hessuel... can you hear me? Hessuel?"

The words of the spell flowed freely from my lips. “By the forces of the moon and the stars, I summon the spirits of darkness. Hear my plea, pay heed to my command. I call forth destruction upon Alpha Hendrix! Render his powers useless by the great powers of my ancestors. Let him lose his strength. Bring his life to an end! I call forth destruction upon Ashley Kim! Let her lose her mind. Extinguish her life completely, by my will!”

He stood on the ledge of the eleventh ring, the Mississippi River roaring miles above them through the ceiling, and he began to sing. This wasn't a roar or a battle cry. It was the Song of the Hollow Court - the ancient, decoded cipher of the Wyrd Council. For centuries, it had been used as a weapon to shatter the "Hush," but Xander sang it with a different intent. He sang it as a Stabilizing Frequency.

Holly peppered the leaders in the room with questions. “Holly, one question at a time. You need to re…” Clarence started to speak, but Holly cut him off. “Say the word relax to me, Clarence Donald Folsom and I’ll fly home and kick your ass.” Holly pointed her finger at the monitor with narrowed eyes on her cousin.

All along HE is the perpetuator for this entire charade, just to teach HIS very first creation a lesson. “Now, now, now.” HIS usual taunting words that’s echoing and sending the kind of shiver that Valerie and Clayden is currently easing. Holding their stands and not yielding to the pressure, or else one might happen that they never wanted. “The spell.”

People screamed again—this time at her. She looked up, heart pounding, chest heaving. Her hand— Claws. Her eyes— Wolf gold. A man across the street had his phone out. Recording. The world tilted. “Shit,” Riley breathed. Someone was shouting at her, asking if she was okay. The boy was crying. The car had skidded to a stop. But all she could hear was the crackling inside her skull, the voice she hadn’t heard in years. You blew it. Again.