Spell Obedience Novels & Stories

“I guess it doesn’t matter. I’m just hurt, that’s all. He made it clear to me that all he aims to do is sow a seed inside me, while I’m here searching for softness and all that gentlemanly nonsense from a man who regards me as nothing but a living, breathing incubator.” “I see. I understand why you were angry earlier. Anger is good to strengthen a spell or magic in general, but when you let it flow blindly, it could backfire. So, be careful. Channel the energy, whether it’s joy or anger, exactly where you need it to work the most. Don’t allow it to spill freely, unchanneled. We will practice directing your emotions into power tomorrow. I think it’s enough exercise for today.” I nod in agreem

"Boy, what qualifications do you have to teach me what to do? I'm going to show you my true strength as a Pontifex Maximus today. I'll kill you three!" Anthony said as he drew a cross again on his chest, " The Divine Lord controls everything. If the Divine Lord says time is still, then time will be static. This is called the predictive skill." After he finished his spell, the Holy Power suddenly burst out of Six-lights Star, covering all the people present. At this moment, Lev and Khorkina were surprised to find that both of them had lost their ability to move.

she answered confidently. “That is correct, Sarah. Great job,” Professor Howl praised, making Sarah beam and then give me another scowl. I had to stifle an eye roll. “As always, we speak our spells clearly and with confidence,” Professor Howl continued to explain. “You must think of the thing you want to accomplish and set that intention with each spell cast. Is that understood?” “Yes, Professor,” everyone said in unison. He nodded and then he turned away from us; in a loud and assertive tone of voice, Professor Howl yelled, “Sursum.”

It's crazy to think I was used to this now. I whispered an incantation slowly, savoring each syllable, letting it roll off my tongue with reverence. “Solis animus tenebris vincula.” The words hung in the air, a fragile lattice of sound that seemed to pull at the shadows around me. My hands trembled from anticipation. The shadows stretched and recoiled, like they were learning me, testing my resolve, probing the edges of my control. I smiled each time I performed a spell successfully, it felt like I’d taken another step back toward the woman I had been before power became a distant memory.

"Okay. Annie, I need you to lie back on the couch. Get comfortable." Annie did, though her movements were stiff. "Everyone else, just... stay close. Your energy, your love for this baby—it helps the spell work." Peggy's hands moved, white light intensifying. Per os umbrae et lumen vitae, ostende quod crescit intus. Non nomen, non fata— sed verum sexum.” She chanted the spell. "Place your hands over your belly," Peggy instructed. "Both hands." Annie complied, her hands trembling.

Suddenly, a tiny burst of colorful sparks erupted from the tip of her wand, and a small scroll materialized in her hand. "This, my friend, is the 'Rhyme-Rite' spell," she explained, unrolling the scroll. "It's foolproof, guaranteed to make anyone rhyme for a day!" I marveled at the intricate symbols and enchanting words inscribed on the scroll. "This is incredible, Sophie! So, how do we use it?" With a mischievous grin, Sophie whispered the instructions. "We just need to recite this incantation and point our wands at the person we want to rhyme. But remember, we must use our powers wisely, and only for the sake of mischief and good fun!"

(Soul bonding) This was the most dangerous spell in this book. There wasn't a tab on it. That made no sense I read the description making sure I wasn't mistaken. This spell could only be used once and it would combine mine and one other Gods soul. It would make them immortal and they would never be able to be replaced. It was a true binding spell.

I turned to him. My dad looked at us as if we had grown three heads. “You are the King and Queen…command them to tell the truth.” Silas shook his head. “It won’t work. Our guards take an oath, and unless they are released from it, they can’t move against the one who swore them into it. Even if the oath holder is dead.” I turned to my father. “What about a truth spell?” I flipped through the book in my mind. “It won’t work.” Silas shook his head. “The oath itself was created by the Goddess to hold against magic, and wolf command alike.”

"According to these documents, the suppression spell has a final component." "A trigger phrase that was supposed to be used if the binding ever needed to be reinforced quickly." "What kind of trigger?" I asked warily. "Words spoken by someone the subject trusts, designed to make her doubt herself at a crucial moment." The elder's expression was grave. "The Vales would have been given this phrase. If they're working with the Shadowed Knights..." "Then they have a weapon that could sabotage the breakthrough," Stephan finished. "A verbal attack timed perfectly to cause maximum emotional damage."

Lose the clarity of your gaze, from this moment you will see no more! Jeanne yelps, the spell has worked, she has gone blind. She spreads her trembling hands in front of her and growls. —Very good trick. I must admit, it is... uncomfortable not being able to see where I'm going. - She advances in my direction and I run away without turning my back on her.