Spell Recipe Novels & Stories

“I summoned them. Tell them what you need and they’ll fetch it.” I swallowed hard and reached for my satchel at the foot of the bed. My fingers fumbled as I pulled free one of my mother’s spellbooks, the worn leather cover cool against my clammy hands. My heart raced as I flipped through the pages, skimming past wards, charms, and healing rites until I landed on the spell I needed. “Yes, here.” My voice shook as I read the faded words. “I’ll need wolfsbane, powdered moonstone, river salt, and fresh sage. Quickly!”

Chelsea smiled and said gently after hearing this, "I created the formula myself and got someone to make it on the Internet. It isn't on sale." Winston was surprised. "You created the formula yourself? Do you know how to match herbs?" Russell paused and looked at Chelsea with inquiring eyes. "I don't. I'm just interested and do it as a hobby. The ingredients of the formula are commonly seen. I'll send the ingredients to you on Line and you can go get them at a pharmacy," Chelsea shook her head and said. "Thank you so much, Mrs. Murillo." "It's alright." As Chelsea spoke, she opened Line and entered the ingredients used to make the sachet.

"The stairs are too long. What if we need to get to the top or come down really quick? Which do you think will be more helpful? Stairs or elevator." "What if it doesn't work?" "We won't know if we don't try." "Fine," Helia raised her hands to the air in surrender. "You win. We will try the spell." "Great." Danica smiled. "I'd get the ingredients." Danica rushed to the shelves which had the things required of in the book and brought them to Helia. At Danica's request, Helia began to make the portion with the directives of the book. "The last ingredient," Danica said excitedly as she stretched a little jar toward Helia. "The Maruvian flower oil. Just add three drops."

“Thank you all so much!” “Now we must put another spell on you to protect you until you can fully protect yourself.” Chelsea grabs a piece of paper and gives me a metal bowl with a rubber bottom. I hold it in my hands as herbs are put into the bowl One by one, the ladies all add something to the bowl. Chelsea chants reading from the paper. Then, when she finishes, she lights the paper on fire and places it in the bowl with all the herbs. A large flame shoots up, and then it dissipates into a small flame. Then, it turns to nothing more than smoke.

I asked again. This time, Julie did look at me. "A book about witches. These hold the secret to sorcery and magic. Did you know that you can make a love potion out of three ingredients? Ginger, dried frog, and horse testicles. Grind them up with a mortar and pestle until they get a powdery mixture and place them into your target’s food. They will pass out, and you have to make sure that you will be the first person that they'll see." She said it all with a straight face and without even blinking!

Serena awoke with the spell book open to the thirty-first spell, the ingredients and spell written in italics. Spell ingredients: a pinch of nightshade a mushroom shoe A clutch of fresh mandrake Pig milk dried The blood of the injured Method: Mix the ingredients slowly until the mixture forms a paste, then apply the paste to the individual's wounds and recite the spell four times. Spell: Healing light of the moon goddess, bring forth light and heal the injured. x4

Boredom, probably. Or maybe because Adolphus’s mother had this way of making her feel… safe, despite everything. “Are you going to help or just stand there looking miserable?” the woman teased, rolling up her sleeves. Seraphina exhaled and took a hesitant step forward. “I still don’t know what we’re making.” The older woman chuckled as she reached for a large ceramic bowl. “Spätzle,” she said, her accent thick with warmth. Seraphina frowned. “That sounds… like a disease.”

"This will keep you safe until tomorrow." Asha opened his father's recipe book, then read the recipe she chose for tomorrow's competition for the fifteenth time. According to the recipe, she needed a fish, turmeric, dried chili, fresh cilantro, coconut milk, ginger, garlic, onion, lemongrass, and the hard one to find, the clam. This was the same recipe that made her father win as the best chef in their village. Unfortunately, the same dish accused him of food poisoning the magistrate.

One by one, I added the ingredients into the boiling pot and watched with an evil delight as the liquid boiled. As the moonrays danced around the doll I held aloft, I knew it was time to complete the spell. With quick movements, I tossed the doll into the boiling liquid and closed my eyes, my lips beginning to move in silent incantation. “Spirits of forgetfulness, heed my call. Consume this thread that binds my son to his love and destroy the love within. Let this spell be complete. So mote it be.” My breath caught in my throat as the liquid in the pot began to bubble with intensity, the boiling reaching a feverish pitch that forced me to take a step back. The liquid seemed to take on a life

“Yucky tongue?” “Very yucky tongue, baby. That’s for my sleeping potion. Which, by the way, you clearly don’t need, because you’ve been awake since the freaking dawn chorus.” From the other room, Ben shouted over the chaos. “Chelsea, why is the cauldron making weird gurgling noises?” She groaned, shifting Darian to her hip. “Because you put the wrong herbs in! Did you use moonwort or marshroot?” “Uh…” A pause. “The one that smells like wet dog?”