Spell Lady Novels & Stories

All of them, gone overnight, because a witch wasn't sure which life to take! "But the witch wasn't there. It was just her spell that came." Kitty said slowly, her thoughts were again on the riddle. There had been so much mystery around her life lately that she was desperate to garb some sort of clue that makes sense. "Yes, and there is one more clue, given by Signo the Imprimerer" Iapetus nodded, "The Vita Collybus spell, it exchanges only the imprint of a soul, not real life. It's what they witches identify one another with. Meaning, the blue witch just exchanged her imprint with the couple, well, the wife, to be precise, to hide her identity, highly likely from the owner of the red spell."

(Cortona Van Ruby) She smiled like nothing ever happened, and kindly shake my hand. [She cast an identify spell on you..I already blocked it..quite a devilish old lady..]. (T.A.S) “Don’t cast identify spell on me..little devil…it’s offensive…...Anna, stop..”.

“We're one of the four unique races in existence, and the other unique race is the spiders. I don’t know much about the other two unique races, so everything is still a mystery! That spider woman’s charm technique is so strong that I think she must be the holy maiden of her family, not unlike my status. “Only someone with that identity could cast such a powerful charm. Speaking of which, I could do it too, but you neutralized my charm so easily.” Selma grimaced at this point. She had never failed in all her attempts, so Philip had dealt a huge blow to her self-esteem.

I feel words of a spell that has never existed before float to the surface of my mind. Lex rages at the loss of our Beta and I grit my teeth, continuing to use my goddess voice as I exact my revenge, “Apéranti siopí [infinite silence].” Her eyes turn wide as she looks at me. She shakes her head and screams while she tries to push my hand away from her mouth. I feel the tingling heat of the spell working as her screams turn into a muffled whining. Tears pour from eyes as she understands her fate.

As it turns out, there was a lot. Love spells to capture the heart, though burdened with consequences. Truth spells to sort out lies and uncover secrets. Strength and energy spells to help in combat. Protection, banishment, containment, and illusion spells were a few more I was trying to wrap my head around, and that wasn’t even the full extent of it. We’d just finished eating when Sterling’s phone began to ring in the pocket of his blazer. Instantly, his demeanor changed. He’d always been a bit cold and aloof but staring into his eyes now felt akin to being lost in a snowstorm.

she said, stepping back to give me space. I took a deep breath, focusing on the task at hand. I started with a simple fire spell, feeling the warmth of the magic flow through me. I visualized the flames, their flickering light and intense heat, and then released the spell. A small fireball appeared in my hand, glowing brightly. “Good,” Sylvia said, nodding approvingly. “Now, try combining it with an illusion. Make the fireball appear larger than it is.” I closed my eyes, imagining the fireball expanding, its flames growing taller and more menacing. When I opened my eyes, the fireball had indeed doubled in size, though I knew it was just an illusion. Sylvia’s smile widened.

I wipe the corner of his mouth with my thumb, wiping away my arousal that still glistens in the light. “The spell?” He scowls, not understanding my theory of thought. “Mmhmm, it's called the spell of 'Pussy Power.' Once you have a taste of the sweet nectar, you are mine to command.” I state playfully. As a low growl vibrates from his chest, he leans in with his breath heavy on my neck, “then I am all yours to command, Farfalla.” Nipping on my earlobe, he whispers in a husky tone that makes my heart skip a beat

another muttered. “I just started, okay? This is, like, day one. Everyone’s first spell is a mess.” “My first spell was a weather manipulation hex that saved a village from drought,” Mr. Yellow quipped. “Mine was a growth spell,” said a potato from the shelf. “My cousin became an oak tree. Good times.” I groaned and sat down, the glitter-chicken gently laying an egg near my boot with a pop of confetti. Fantastic. “I am cursed. I am wolfless. I am surrounded by petty produce and judgemental pests. And now I’m the clown princess of poultry summoning.”

I bellowed at her, impatient. “So fiery.” She chuckled. “You remind me of a certain someone, just a little too much.” Then, she lifted her hands, her mouth moving as she cast a spell. A shining purple orb of light appeared in her palms. I took a fighting stance, thinking she was going to attack, but the glow expanded, rising toward the ceiling and illuminating the room. I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness. As I opened them and gazed at Zelena, my eyeballs nearly fell from their sockets in awe.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”