Spell Recipe Novels & Stories

“Please tell me this isn’t something I’m going to have to drink.” I’ve been there, done that. The potion that cured the shadow poison inside me was barelypalatable. Rue chuckles, picking up a feather from the table and dipping it into the mixture. “No. Just one of the many steps necessary to make a tracking spell that works. Have you eaten?” I blink at her, startled by the question. “Um. No?” “I made huevos rancheros,” she says, laying the soaked feather on a cloth next to the stovetop. “Do you like eggs and beans?”

"Okay. Let's add a wolfsbane leaves, Juice of 2 Mandrake leaves, 3 drops of dragon blood,1 powdered moonstone, 2 drops of Syrup of Hellebore, 3 Murt lap tentacles, Juice of 7 Sopophorous Bean, and finally, 1 Occamy egg, and we are done." Queen mentioned each ingredient as she turned the mixture, making sure to crush the leaves in the mortar. Bewildered, Ava watched as a blue smoke erupted from the mixture and began rising in the air.

I place a handful of dried Mugwort into the cauldron followed by a handful of dried Lemon Balm, Hibiscus, and Wormwood, I watch as each ingredient changes the colour of the water. I give that a small stir before I add some of Skylar’s Succubus venom and then give it another slow gentle stir until the water returns to clear, I then pull out about 2 dozen small vials. I fill each vial with the finished clear potion and place them in a holding container.

Grandma Rosie came bustling in moments later with an overflowing tray. It was stacked high with biscuits and mugs, and there was a huge patterned teapot in its centre. She wobbled beneath its weight, and Skye leapt up to steady her. “Thank you, dear,” she muttered, patting his arm as he took it from her. “It’s a herbal blend, of course – basil, black pepper, rosemary, dill – oh! And some salt, and a squirt of lime juice, too. All of which are potent protectors against dark forces, forces of evil.”

People were confused about the happenings as things like this has never happened before, She raised her right hand to the sky this time, her eyes has turned to red as her body shook in terror "I Princess Shebba of Harlet Moon Pack Reject you Eden Arastol as my mate, I strip myself of every mate bond and connection I have with you, I reject you a thousand times" She ended dangerously and brought down her hand. Pain shook through me as I felt electrocuted, I fell on my knees in pain, as the mate bond stripped and left my body. Only my groans can be heard. My face was forcefully held up, as I look to see its the Betta's daughter

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!"

he asks me, and I nod, I have read it a million times and I'm ready to get what we need from Mom's private collection, and we got the stove and I got Olli to take care of it. "I'll get the ingredients," I say and run off to get them before he changes his mind and refuses to help me with it. "I'll meet you in the kitchen, get your spell books," Olli yells after me, I got everything needed and met him in the kitchen, the spell was a detailed one, not too hard, and I put all my attention into it, I had very high hops with it. I did all of the mixing, while Oliver supervised, he put the pot on the stove and stirred it, reading the spell in Latin, my Latin wasn't near as good as his, and mom said

Then I gave the bottle a slow shake. I also stirred in a spoonful of sugar and added the tea liquid I’d brought along, blending them with the mixture until the sharp bitterness mellowed into something fragrant. By the time I was done, the concoction looked and would taste like nothing more suspicious than a cup of herbal tea. The drink was ready. All that remained was the final touch; the glamour spell. Salem, perched contentedly on my lap, tilted his head back to watch me. He understood exactly what I intended and his disapproval was clear across his small feline face.

“I understand that the reason is it’s caustic abilities. But why not just call it Spelled Acid?” “It doesn’t sound as pretty, I guess,” she slid him a small smile. She should be exhausted, she thought, but in truth she was invigorated. She wanted the spell done and her enemy’s blood on her tongue. “It’s like Demonic Ash.” “True,” he picked up the bone ash he’d prepared. “An ingredient that I find somewhat distasteful. Less so, when your familiars are responsible for the sourcing of the ingredient then when I have to rob the grave of a murdered child myself.”

It feels good to be home. It was great up at the cabin, but I like being able to see my friends and work together to plan the rescue mission. The family herbal book is amazing! There is a section on generational curses and combined with what my coven mates had found I can design the perfect ritual to end this curse that plagues Damian’s bloodline. Alicia has all the herbs that I need for both the curse breaker ritual and the spell I need for the rescue. I also found a simple sleep dust recipe and some healing balm and energy bites designed specifically to increase energy reserves in wolf shifters. I have given Alicia the list of herbs for all of the recipes along with qualities I’ll need, A