Spell Jealous Novels & Stories

“What kind of spell?” “I want to see who was here. It’s a divining spell. I have to be very specific about what I want and then it will show me. In this case, I’m going to ask it to show me who was here. It’s a bit more complicated than that, but that’s the gist.” She says, moving to the center of the room.

Intense jealousy washed over me. Carmela.

“This is where Gabriel keeps his research. If there’s a way to stop him, it’s in here.” Nathanial and I began to sift through the books and scrolls, searching for anything that could help us. Time was running out, and the pressure was intense. As I read through an old, dusty tome, I found a passage that made my blood run cold. “The spell can only be broken by an equally powerful force,” I read aloud. “A counter-spell, cast with the blood of a true descendant of the original werewolf clan.” Nathanial looked over my shoulder, his brow furrowed. “Does that mean...?”

“And you were about to let our first time be on a desk in an nightclub!” I chuckle again. “In my defense, you are quite persuasive.” Anna rolls her eyes. “Okay, how do we break the spell?” I run my thumb tenderly down the side of her cheek. “It seems like a basic lust spell...” I chuckle again. “One that turns you into a wild s*x kitten.” Anna purses her lips together, obviously not liking the fact she didn’t notice she was under a spell. “I believe, I can break you out of it if I enter your mind.”

Laughter and cheers erupted from the gathering as many hoisted their glasses in salute, a thank-you to the humans for that brief moment of amusement. They were addressing the wrong individual. The foolish human had not thought of giving these people something to be happy about. Jessa had done everything. She'd literally pushed the notion into his brain with a magical shove. It was known by several names: compulsion, enchantment, charisma, and the she-wolf’s song. It was a hard beast of a spell, and she'd been rehearsing it relentlessly for the previous two months. This was essential preparation for the next warrior level. "Isn't that rather good?" Jessa replied, turning to face Lily, who arc

"What?" "The spell does a lot of different things," she says. "It makes you feel like you don't want to be with Max. It makes you feel like you need to start a new life. It makes you want to move on and pretend Max never existed. But that's not really how you feel" "Yes, it is," I say. "I'm sure of it. I've never been more sure of anything in my whole life." "It just feels true," she says. "Because that's what the spell does. It makes you feel like you're in a relationship that you need to get away from. And in that way, it's doing exactly what Jacklyn wanted it to."

I take a few moments to let him catch his breath. “This type of spell is a binding spell,” I share with him quietly. “Okay, what does that mean?” he asks cautiously. “It means that you are going to experience similar pain to accepting a rejection,” I say pausing to let him process that information. “It will be a lot to endure. We could try to have Jenna here to help with a barrier to the pain,” I suggest.

She left too. "Meow!" It came louder. I turn to see a severe burnt Ezra on the floor, struggling to breathe. "Ezra! Oh goddess!!!" I exclaim, rushing to her fearfully as I carried her "What happened to you?" Tears creases down my cheeks, my heart went out to her. This can't be... No no no no no... What do I do? What spells do I make? I pull my hair frustratedly. My heart was aching so bad. I am cursed.

Jealous: feeling or showing envy of someone or their achievements and advantages. Nero "I'm still not sure about sending him off with Vesper. Remind me why am I doing this again?" Tessa asked me for the third or maybe fourth time already. I know that I should be bored by now. She had told me that she did not expect sudden care for other humans or vampires. Tessa confessed that it came so suddenly that she didn't think it was in her to give a damn in the first place.

Every muscle in her body tensed, a quiet storm of jealousy and possessiveness brewing just beneath the surface. What caught me off guard, though, was Jane’s reaction. Our connection was supposed to be nothing more than a seven-day contract, seven days of obligation, heat, and tightly controlled desire. Yet the jealousy radiating off her was fierce, sharp, raw, impossible to ignore. It struck me like fire, quick and consuming, igniting every nerve in my body.