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."

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.

“Out of the mouths of babes...” Kaleb rolled his eyes and frowned. “That’s it. Everybody out! NOW!” Still laughing, Sparkle helped her daughter get dressed. “Come on, Hayzel, let’s have some lunch. I made soup. Seemed like a good, cold day for it.” “You made soup?” he asked. “Uh-huh. A very creamy pumpkin soup. An old, tasty recipe,” she explained quite innocently. She zipped Hayzel’s jacket closed against the cold wind. “Oh, and I made some Cheddar beer bread, too.”

> Wow…the [Curative Words] that combine both [Life] and the [Apply] attributes to replicate a quick regeneration of the cellular tissue was strong enough to restore the meat to its original state… It canceled the cooking thinking it was burning injuries…this spell sure is cheat! But…it sucks a great deal of mana and requires a lot of concentration… And now that I have restored the meat to a fresh state…let’s cook it! I drew a glyph around the plate, using Space attribute to control the movement of molecules and generate a wave of heat that will cook this duck for me! The spell name is… [Words of Thermo]! This spell that manipulate motion in space to generate heat! It could come in handy in t

Leighton said solemnly. Aislen could not tell if he lied. She slid a look at Meguitte, whose face was still, and yet Aislen could tell. Meguitte did not believe him. “How do we release them?” Aislen asked Meguitte. “It is not easy,” Meguitte replied avoiding Leighton’s eyes and fixing her gaze on Aislen instead. “Some ingredients are esoteric. It might take a while. He has told us how to end the spell but will not reveal his secret spots where he stores the ingredients necessary to do so.”