Spell Of Life Novels & Stories

"You killed my mother !!!!!“. Lena roared in rage her eyes a dark orange red a mixture of hatred and anger “ how dare you ' she spat you shall all pay for doing this she rose up with her hands in the air she casted her first spell “ sabtagos min paria” a storm like cloud formed around them understanding the spell and it’s significance Alice casted a spell at the nick if time

Her eyes glowed blue and the same with her palms, she turned over as sight instantly swam across the barrier and towards her. Line by line, she began to reverse; " lleh fo semalf eht yb llaf" (Fall by the flames of hell) The first line was spoken, the line which triggered a reverse spell. "Htaed O' (O death) The second line, spoken, it seemed like nothing had occurred yet. "Ssenkaew ruoy si siht rof" (For this is your weakness) "Maria stop this please!" John let his emotion flow as he cried out loud, hitting against the barrier once more.

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."

The room hummed with an eerie energy as the spell took hold. As the last syllable left my lips, I felt a surge of power ripple through my body. The room seemed to vibrate with powerful energy as if the very air itself shifted in response to the spell's invocation. Though I knew the spell would only offer temporary protection, I held onto the hope that it would be enough to find Veronica and bring her back to safety.

I tried to look over it, to read it for myself, but Death only pulled the scroll closer to himself, as he rolled it back up. "A kingdom known as Remmadon Kingdom. You wouldn't happen to know what all of this about, now would you?" he asked, and my face paled. "He's starting?" I whispered, getting up from my seat. Death must understand what I'm hinting at, because he snaps his fingers, and copies of himself surround us in a circle. He speaks in a strange language, nothing I've ever heard before, and his copies nod, disappearing into bits. "I have to go." I tell Death, and I get up, running away from there.

I walked into hell by myself, knowing there was no other way but to keep moving. "Spells. We have been at this topic for a month and I would be happy if we concluded it this week. What other name is a spell called in ancient Egypt"? Mr. Gregory was astonished by the character the students portrayed while in class. Some were sleeping while others were busy pressing their phones. I could have sworn that I saw my classmates kissing. I knew the answer to the question for sure but that didn't mean I was going to answer the question, just the same way I never answered any questions Mr. Gregory asked.

I was going to reply but Elder Quentin was quick to jump to my aid. ‘The nature of the spell requires some bloodletting.” The Primrose Elder answered his question like a dutiful lapdog. Considering he was not against my methods, I proceeded to do the needful. I made my hand into a fist and let the crimson liquid pour onto Alpha Jason’s mate's forehead. I made a circle with it signifying the circle of life. I then picked up the spell-book, went on my knees, and began to chant the ancient words inscribed on each page to bind myself to the human girl.

“Please, don’t do this. It’s not worth it. Don’t pay the price.” Tears instantly blur my vision, blurring the terrible words on the page. I can barely speak. Isla screams in my mind, a chaotic, loud roar. "Don’t listen to the projections! Focus! Finish the spell!" I choke back a raw sob and force the final, burning words out, my voice shaking with grief and effort. The last line of the spell burns my tongue, bitter as the taste of blood. "...by shadow’s grace and light’s disdain, Return what’s lost, undo the chain.”

Jess wished she were standing closer to Caine but reluctantly took Kiaan and Damien's clammy hands when they reached out to her. "Say these words three times," Damien ordered. “Shadows lurking in the night, I summon you, come to us tonight. Give us the revenge we seek, Twist the strong and make them weak. I call on you to make this spell magick, so mote it be." After the third iteration, Jess looked about the room and noticed the others doing the same. Brows raised, Kiaan asked, "Is something supposed to happen?" "Not now," Damien assured him. "But it will. Trust me."

I couldn’t accept what she had just said to me. The witch lowered her gaze. “The spell is just too strong. And since it was done not too long ago, it won’t be easy to unlink their lives.” She explained. “It’s a rule. There’s nothing I can do.” All I heard were silly excuses. “Every spell has a loophole, you'd better find one if you don’t want me to end your life in an instant,” I warned, my voice low and venomous. She flinched in her chair. “What have you turned into? You’re not the same Lucien who saved me and my friend's life that day.” She replied, her voice trembling.