Spell Lady Novels & Stories

The glow of obsession. “Thank you for coming.” She said, her voice calm, almost gentle, as if she were thanking for some ordinary favor. “Without you, I couldn’t finish the spell.” “You…” I tried to speak, but my voice came out as a thread, bubbling with blood. “I studied, you know? After you destroyed my marriage, I studied everything about you. About what you did.” She stood up, walking around the circle. “You used a blood spell to bind him to you. A selfish, cruel spell. But I discovered its weakness.”

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..”.

The wand in her hand kept flickering. Philip was a little curious about the young woman. It seemed that she could attack in an instant. All the mages he saw had to chant magic spells, but not her. Philip nudged Licht and asked, “How can she attack us without using a spell?” “She must have engraved the spells in her spirit, so she can cast the spells without chanting, but high-level spells still have to be chanted.” The young woman's eyes widened, “How do you know that?” A mage was also a sorcerer.

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.

She pointed a knowing finger at Penny. Penny shook her head at Thea, “Thea, have I taught you nothing? There is no such thing as too slutty.” “Well, well, well, look who decided to come home? And in yesterday’s clothes no less!” a hidden voice rang out through the kitchen. “Hey Lissa, I haven’t missed anything have I?” Bellamy flicked his wrist towards the larder making Lissa’s figure materialise out of thin air. “P.S, you need to work on your cloaking spells, I could see your aura from a mile off.”

she grinned, her pupil turned red as she magically brought a lighted candle and a knife. “Blood sacrifice.” she chuckled and began walking towards me. Her eyes seemed to gleam with evil and her smile grew wider. I realized with a jolt of fear that I was trapped, and I didn't know how to escape. “Blood sacrifice?” I repeated my voice barely above a whisper. I tried to sound firm, but my voice betrayed me as it trembled with fear. “Yes, the final step to unlock the true power of the spell,” Lady Marietta replied. Her words seemed to weave a spell around me, making me feel dizzy and disoriented.

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