Spell Lady Novels & Stories

he grinned. Rosalinda scoffed, “look at you, we’re enemy a while ago and now you already act so chummy in front of me,” she commented and then her face became serious. “my second gift is the information about the ultimate white spell… Powerful magic that borrows the power from the Moon Goddess herself, don't you tempted to learn such amazing spell.” Armadale quickly cut in, “I don't know about him, but I am very interested in that spell, now tell me where I can find it, child?”

And yeah now that she mentioned, I'm interested in knowing too "You should practice the spell more often" He responded "What do you mean? Are you trying to say that I'm not good at it? Just so you know, I am a very great sorceress, and no one can break my spells except me" She informed proudly "Well then, maybe I know someone greater whom you don't know about" Arnold responded nonchalantly "That's impossible…" she couldn't complete her statement as Freddy interrupted “This doesn't make any sense,” Freddy said again. I was beginning to get worried

She knew that nothing could take me out of this ritual. When Mama Glinda told me about the Purple Eye Spell, I knew that I want to give it a try. However, the magic that could possibly bring Adrian back to my arms demanded the one thing that made women special, our wombs. In order for the spell to work, I needed to give up my ability to conceive. The choice wasn’t easy but I am desperate already. If I didn’t do this, I will kiss Adrian and the Luna position goodbye. “Ready?” Mama asked. I confirmed my readiness by nodding my head. With that, she gagged my mouth with a black cloth before going back to the ritual. I held a deep breath. This was going to be a long night.

I suggest as she tries to regulate her own breathing. “Fix what?” She responds holding her hands firmly on the table. “The sire bond! If you let Brett mark you…the pull to Ash will end.” She moans at me and rolls her eyes. I whisper a spell under my breath making it look like I was sipping tea. This particular spell is to make someone feel at ease. Her eyes glow gold for a slight second as the spell takes its hold. She takes a deep breath in before she starts to unload her young person angst, which informs me that the spell has worked.

“But firstly, you have to tell me what is really going on.” Then I proceeded to tell her all about Delanxy and Don Columbus. When i was done, she gave me a few advices and asked to always call for help when I had a drafted plan ready. “I have a question though.” I voiced after her ball of encouragement. She laughed. “How was I able to read your memories?” She definitely took the words off my mouth. “It's a forbidden spell.” Hell no! “Ciara!” “Keep it down, Serafina.” She shushed. “How else do you think I'm able to scale through my missions so swiftly.”

“By the shadows that dance, by the moon’s embrace, I call upon the dark powers to amplify my grace!” Her spells crackled with energy, weaving together a tapestry of malevolent magic. “As Alice learns to wield the elements, I will harness the storms of chaos,” Corazon vowed, her eyes glowing with wicked intent. “With my spells, I shall control the winds and command the fire! Soon, she will be no match for me.” As the night wore on, Corazon delved deeper into her dark arts, channeling her energy into spells that shimmered with dark allure. Each incantation brought forth new powers, but they came with a price.

As Sylvara looked closer, she realized Zayla’s eyes were completely black, no iris, no white, just a terrifying void. "A mind-controlling spell?" Sylvara muttered under her breath. She knew she had to act fast before Zayla did something she couldn't take back. In one fluid motion, Sylvara acted. She used the sharp edge of her palm, striking the sweet spot on Zayla’s neck. Zayla’s glazed eyes fluttered shut, and she passed out immediately, slumping forward into Sylvara’s waiting arms.

Instead of a protective barrier, the spell had unleashed something far more sinister. She knows the spell she cast that day was not one of protection at all. In her desperation, Demika had attempted a revealing spell, seeking to unearth the true nature of the creature that had attacked Selena. But as she cast the spell, she was pulled into a vision, a nightmarish realm where the air was thick with malevolence. She remembers the vision she had while attempting to cast the spell—a vision so terrifying that it left her convulsing on the floor, her mind shattered by the sight of the creature that attacked Selena.

“ Lady Sophie her hand on the door as she incantated some spells. The door glowed bright blue and it almost electrified her if she hadn't removed her hand. “ The spell she used in locking the door is too strong. "Lady Sophie whispered. " My lady, I know your powers are getting weak but surely you can still unlock a spelled door.“ Archer said expectantly. " I could if only she hadn't bond the door to the princess's soul. “ She sighed. " What?! “ " The door can only be only opened by the princess. “ She said. " But my sister's dead. How could my mother do this to herself?! “

They were pretty, but they were destined for the bin. "I see you've come to grovel," she gloated. "Good luck with that." "Pardon me?" he asked. Belle rolled her eyes. Was he stupid or what? "I've been reading about witchcraft," she said, holding up the book in her good hand. "I know the spell has been deflected back onto you times three." "Oh?" Damien asked. "It says that?" Belle shook her head, wondering why he was playing dumb. "You know it does. You're the expert in this stuff. How does it feel, to be on the receiving end?"