Spell Lady Novels & Stories

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

********** The spell is finally complete, it was delayed yes, by disturbance from Ava and that stupid guard but thankfully, none of their powers matched hers, now only a few seconds stood in the way of Sabrina’s victory. She grinned as she held the doll, dipping it slowly into the scorching concussion, watching the man sitting in front of her. It gave her so much pleasure seeing as poor Lucas grabbed onto his neck, grasping for air as soon as she’d drowned the dummy. She was choking him!!! And oh, how she wished this spell would work faster! She dipped the doll further, continuing her cants. “Now the time has come; the time I’ve waited so long for, you don’t know how much it gladdens me to s

She stirred quickly while chanting. “By Frigg or Freya I call upon thee, give me fertility this day now, by Loki and Hel I call upon thee, give me her hair, her eyes, her body on this day now.” She threw in a photo of Adara and waited for it to be submerged. She took the photograph out and the image of Adara was gone. She smiled victoriously, the spell had worked. She waited for the concoction to cool down and then poured it into the prepared glass bottle that she had blessed earlier. She showered and then thought of the whole coat and seduction scene.

“The spell is slow... cruel. It feeds on love, on the soul. It’s why she kept smiling. Why she hid it. She didn’t want to worry you.” “Who made this spell?” Damian asked, voice like thunder. The healer’s gaze darkened. “The aura… it matches that of someone called Lila.” Damian’s blood ran cold. Of course it was her. Ella whimpered faintly in her sleep. Damian turned back to her, brushing sweat from her brow, swallowing the lump in his throat. “She’ll fight through this,” he whispered, more to himself than anyone. “I won’t let her go.” His eyes blazed gold with fury. “And I’ll burn down the world to find the ones who did this.”

But what piqued my curiosity was the 'personal spells' I'd be mastering. "Personal spell?" I reiterated immediately she uttered the word like a bull charging at a man. "Yes," Ellie chipped into the discussion. "You'll find some unique spells like this one," she shoved the chair back and rose to her, then she grazed the chair and mumbled some… gibberish… and the chair turned into a wolf-like creature. "Every witch who has mastered her powers has a unique spell that gives her incredible abilities. Differential abilities if I want to sound formal. Like Ellie, I also have my unique spells." Queen Elara turned the whole thing into a comical exhibition.

she thundered, her voice no longer just hers but laced with the authority of the queen she had become. Zelia gasped, instinctively raising her hands to summon magic. But Bella moved faster. Words spilled from her lips in the Balzareean tongue, power crackling like lightning. The air whipped into a frenzy, tugging at hair and clothes, as light coiled around Bella’s fingers. Zelia screamed as the spell snapped tight around her. Her dark aura peeled away like smoke ripped from flesh, shrieking as it burned. She collapsed to her knees, clutching at her chest, her powers unraveling thread by thread until nothing was left.

she offers. Timothy questioningly mouths the words “reflection spell?” Tala frowns at her. “You would cast a spell on someone without their permission?” “If someone earned it,” Shelley answers with a solemn nod. “She can be told about it. It might work better that way. All it does is reflect back to her the things she does to others. If she’s nice to people, nice things will happen to her. If she’s nasty, she’ll have bad luck. If she inflicts pain, she’ll feel pain.”

My first meeting with her. “Freku sa tilolo fis eku nas ti lalin.” He chants, making the whole place instantly dirt-free. “And here I was, thinking it’s -ti lalon.” I say about the spell “Ti lalon or ti lalin, can go both ways depending on who is using it; A warlock or a Witch.” He tells me “Well, I did know that some words are gender specific but I just never thought it would have to do with a single letter.” I mutter thoughtfully

“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.

“That is true, and that truth I can’t deny. I’m sorry if I lied.” The Sorceress nodded her head as she sported a grin. “At least now you admit that you’re a liar. Now you’re one step ahead from being satire.” Mayari Tabbu continued with a wicked smile. “Now, you, be quiet. For the spell is about to start. Not a squeak, not a sound should be heard. Not even a rustle or bustle or rickets.”