Spell Library Novels & Stories

水 1 200 ( 1 200 Oraclia) [A/N before anyone bashes me in the comments, I know that that character (Chinese word or "symbol") means shui (water). I wanted it to be the currency so for the sake of the book I'm using it as that. I feel connected to water and that's what I'm doing. If you feel disrespected in any shape or form I'll change it but for now deal with it as Oraclia]

“But… how did she tell you all the names?! How could she even know them all, not to mention memorize them! Her?!” “She didn't have to,” I smirked, “All she had to do was to see the list of the names, or meet those people once. It was written in her memory, even though she would never recall it herself, my spell can drag this information out of her despite her knowing it consciously,” I explained boastfully. He burst out into malicious laughter, then pulled out his phone and picked someone's number, glancing at me. “Chris, come, and take Elijah with you as well,” he ordered calling.

Mikey continues, "Each district will represent 1 letter in the Alphabet, you have inked letter tattoos on your arms as indicators because you will spell the given English word not verbally but by beating other competitors to be eliminated. The final round is too far from the previous rounds because it is a battle royale game where competitors should have a great memory, wide English vocabulary, and the ability to follow orders. The major rules are to Spell and beat. Each word will last within 3 days and there will be another word for the next 3 days, and tributes should beat all the letters. The tributes were divided into two classes, the Spells; the tributes aligned to the spelling of the w

she echoed. "It's not an ordinary bonding spell Khloe," Stephania spat repulsed by her daughter's blunt question. Nothing about the magic she did was ordinary. "This Bonding spell is of my own recipe mixed with another spell and bound with magic that should not be spoken of, nothing can break through this spell. Nothing at all." She geared roughly. "Except when Azians real mate comes along, isn't that so mother? Whatever century she decides to show herself," Khloe muttered.

In symphonia mystica riti, barriera etherea, lucens litem phaereon Quel'Shara, texen thy sagas, guardianis scutum, in perpetuum", this was one of a very hard and strong spell to cast, and Leon made it extra in a way that no one, not even one witch will be able to break it so easily. As he was muttering these words, Kael started feeling cold and pain in his feet, he looked down and saw that his feet were getting iced and it was like silver was in it in some sort. "What? Why? Fuck that hurts okay, stop the spell, it is not working", Kael said to Leon more calmly but Leon made no effort to stop, continuing with what he had come to do, making one of the triplets disappear forever will kill any c

What was Damien's excuse? Jess felt Ricky pulling at her hand, ushering her into the circle. It was hard to hear over the roaring wind and Belle's screams. She could see Ricky's mouth moving, speaking the words of the spell she'd practised so many times. He looked over and gave her a reassuring nod. She did the same to Sammy, taking his small hand in hers. As one they repeated the words; "Trifectus, Trivestum, Trivorum, Unbind thy spirit,

“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...?”

“It’s no use kicking, dear. You cast the spell. You activated the circle. You spilled blood.” The cat purred louder, and in its throat there was a sound almost like laughter. It was satisfied. And when it was satisfied, so was I. I stood up, my bones creaking with age, and placed the doll on the shelf, next to the others. There were dozens of them — dolls of all sizes and colors, each with a tiny spark inside. Souls that had paid their debts. Souls that now served as fuel for greater spells, as currency between planes, as payment for the use of magic that humans insisted on manipulating without understanding.

Sifting through the pages revealed that it was a journal filled with excerpts and prose, possibly love letters of intimacy exchanged between two people. "Without which, not." Nancy spoke. Across from me sat her and Nicolas, Alex standing at a chalkboard as he drew out different plans for the remodel. Retreating my gaze from the book and meeting Cordelia's, I raised an eyebrow at her statement. "She's talking about the book you're reading," Nicolas picked up on her comment, filling in the gaps. "Sine Qua Non is Latin for without which, not.” "It's another way of saying without something, something else is impossible," Alex explained, his back still facing us.

The ticking of the wall clock and the soft murmurs of the city outside created a peaceful background. While rummaging through the documents, a particular file caught my eye. It was labeled "Grey Enterprises: Classified." My curiosity piqued, I opened it, revealing a stack of old documents, financial records and surveillance photographs. My heart skipped a beat when I realized these were remnants of Sebastian Grey’s secret operations. One letter in particular stood out. Gray was called "The Raven" from someone's name. The cryptic language and eerie tone sent chills down my spine. The letter pointed to widespread fraud, suggesting that Gray and Blackwood were merely participants in a larger ga