Spell Hollering Novels & Stories

‘No. ‘Wheel?’ tried Stent. ‘Nope.’ ‘Woodland?’ was Dean’s suggestion. My jaw lolled open into a grin. ‘Nu-uh.’ ‘Oh, you’re an idiot.’ Holly shook her head at me. ‘It’s wolf, isn’t it?’ ‘You’ve got it!’ I cried. ‘Your go.’ ‘Or we could do something more interesting,’ she said, looking between us. ‘Oh?’ said Dean. ‘We could do literally anything other than this game.’ She rolled her eyes. ‘Unless we started doing paw or claw or oh, I don’t know, spoke or bag or whatever, I think we’ve pretty much exhausted I Spy.’

“That there is Aiden” “Good riddance”. Selene slapped me on my shoulder like a mother would her son if he was being disrespectful. But hey they started it. They were far from respectful towards me and my mates bond and we were like a married couple so they disrespected our marriage and bond first. “and that there” Selene pointed towards a dust pile. “That’s Zeus” “The dust pile?” I felt like they were playing some sort of prank on me. But instead they both just nodded.

They were exactly like the man's from my dream. His lips curled into a smile. Not the smile that made my cheeks go pink, no, not that one. This smile was cold, devour of warmth or humanity. This smile was like a living thing, speaking of many horrors. It continued to stretch across his face until his razor sharp fangs were exposed. No, it can't be. "Y…y…. You're a…." I chocked on the last word. He crouched to my level and grabbed my chin in a gentle hold.

he clarified, his voice almost teasing. The words struck a chord, and I felt my stomach drop. The pack’s version of “hide and seek” wasn’t a game—it was torment. I was always the one hunted, the one mocked. “I remember,” I said quietly, my throat dry. Liam chuckled softly, crossing his arms. “I hope you’ve improved since then. You’re going to need it.” Before I could process what he meant, the three of them began to shift. Their bodies contorted, muscles rippling as their wolves emerged, tall and imposing.

Holly is spinning a copper coin across her knuckles (old habit, nervous tic). Malik has his trumpet case. Vera hasn’t taken off her leather jacket once, even when it snowed last week. Holly (straight to it): “Hollow Choir update. They hit the Oregon heir last night. Took her face, her voice, her fragment. She was twelve pieces in. Now they’re wearing her like a skin suit and asking questions about Arkansas.” Vera finally speaks, voice raw. Vera: “They’re coming for the biggest remaining fragment count.

"How disgusting. Get rid of them now." In the end, the car pulled into the most expensive neighborhood in the city. The owner of the underground fighting ring where I had spent five years licking shoes bowed in front of Rebecca, smiling. "Don't worry, Miss. Those two old husks have already been thrown into the volcano. Not even ashes are left. I guarantee nothing will be traced back to Mason." I turned and tried to run outside, but Rebecca grabbed me. "They've already been burned to ashes. What else do you want? Are you trying to disgust Mason on purpose?"

"Word is he's hold up with you lot." Vector arched a brow at this news. "You mean the pissy prospect?" he asked his voice raspy from all his smoking and arguments among his ilk. "Possibly, it's a fish by the name of Darren Hiller," replied Brick unphased by Vec's sorted appearance. Vector smirked and let out a long whistle. Two of his boys brought a trembling and naked man who had been covered from head to toe in blood and bruises as a result of his venturing into Coyote territory.

I walked into hell by myself, knowing there was no other way but to keep moving. "Spells. We have been at this topic for a month and I would be happy if we concluded it this week. What other name is a spell called in ancient Egypt"? Mr. Gregory was astonished by the character the students portrayed while in class. Some were sleeping while others were busy pressing their phones. I could have sworn that I saw my classmates kissing. I knew the answer to the question for sure but that didn't mean I was going to answer the question, just the same way I never answered any questions Mr. Gregory asked.

He stepped back, his eyes flashing with anger and cruelty. "Who's the Wolf?" I demanded, a firm, unwavering voice. Isabella laughed, a harsh, teasing sound. "You'd never know. Spiders are everywhere and they're nowhere. You can't stop what you can't see." His words sent chills down my spine, but I refused to back down. "We'll see about that." With Isabella in hand, we began the interview and the hard part of the puzzle. He was stubborn, but we were determined to expose the truth.

Harvey sneered and with a sinister smile, he said, "But this tough exterior of yours won't last much longer. I will hit it again and I guarantee it will shatter into pieces!" As he finished speaking, he was prepared to retreat for another powerful charge. "Do you think I will give you that chance?" Woody retorted. Harvey laughed even more arrogantly. "Do you think you're in control here? I'm the one who calls the shots!" With that, he eagerly charged forward again. This time, with even greater force and ferocity! On the other hand, Woody was casting three spells simultaneously. The Protection Spell focused on defense, while the Golden Spell and Evil-repelling Spell were used primarily for at