Spell Regrets Novels & Stories

*** “Del-the-fucking-Spell.” Mary muttered as she stared at Deloris with recognition. Almost every upper-level warlock knew about the warlock whose expertise, when it came to spells, was legendary. Over a century ago, she’d fallen in love with a wolf and caused a massive uproar between her clan and the werewolves. There had been a fierce battle that had resulted in the death of the wolf that Del-the-Spell was in love with. Del had disappeared, never to be heard of again. “I see you’re still running with fleabags.”

What was Damien's excuse? Jess felt Ricky pulling at her hand, ushering her into the circle. It was hard to hear over the roaring wind and Belle's screams. She could see Ricky's mouth moving, speaking the words of the spell she'd practised so many times. He looked over and gave her a reassuring nod. She did the same to Sammy, taking his small hand in hers. As one they repeated the words; "Trifectus, Trivestum, Trivorum, Unbind thy spirit,

For my sake, Yelena went through IVF, enduring so much pain. She finally conceived, only for me to destroy everything with a moment of infidelity. I truly regretted it. If I had known things would end up like this, I never would have strayed. Wouldn't it have been better to stay faithful to one person? Humans were so foolish. They longed for what they couldn't have, only to take it for granted once it was theirs. I had worked so hard to win Yelena over, only to ruin everything with my own hands.

Seraphina felt a smile spread across her face. “Seraphina, does this mean…you’re a god, well, a demi-god?” Achilles looked on in disbelief. Seraphina’s face hardened, “No, all we know it that this spell was blessed.” Helga rolled her eyes, “Come on Seraphina, you know as well as I what this means.” “No, I don’t,” Seraphina snapped at Helga, “What is important right now in ensuring the safety of everyone in this castle.”

he explained hectically, “We only got rid of a few spies when they revealed their actions while slandering you! But if you wait until the end of September…” I laughed hysterically. I clenched my teeth trying to hold my anger, but I wanted to hit him. I stepped back away from him only to control my own emotions. “By the end of September, I can be either magicless or dead…” I chuckled sarcastically, “If I'm magicless, you won't remember anything about me, and if I'm dead… Well anyway, your problem will be solved…” I sneered. “Don't say that!” he shouted.

I remember who he was, I looked at him and said “Big brother.” (The Spell was Old German for : Let her memories be restored and give back what was taken from.)

That’s all she said. And that’s when I knew we weren’t just dealing with court games anymore. We were about to open something older. Deeper. Something she hadn’t prepared for. XENIA’S POV Rellis had been a whisper in old stories. A name mentioned in Wintergreen texts, mostly in warning. He was part of the priesthood, but not bound by it. A watcher. An observer. Someone who saw things before they happened — and then vanished when the war began. If he was working with Malrec now… it meant Malrec’s reach went further than politics.

He asked, growing more and more despondent. It was an anomalous situation as his help only made me flare. "I feel like pushing you off a yacht!" I snapped at the yacht, trying to make him recall some memories. I still had my face. Why was he pretending like I was wearing a mask? Or was he suffering from memory loss? "I'm sorry about that... I got too carried away" he apologized, referring to the embrace, and I was too stunned to speak. Dante never apologizes, he always claims right as though he was never wrong. What was wrong with me? I should leave and not stay here.

For the first time in a long time, I felt at peace with Sage. Almost like it was a dream. "You know," Sage said, his voice thoughtful, "I never thought I'd have you back in my arms like this." My heart skipped a beat. "Sage, don't—" "Lyra, listen." His eyes locked onto mine, sincerity shining within. "I know I hurt you, and I'm working to regain your trust but I won’t stop. I have made a lot of mistakes that I deeply regret and wish I could take back but couldn’t” he sighs.

The wounds on his body were badly mangled, and it truly was a gruesome sight, just as Johnny had warned. Of course, it was easy enough to deduce what had happened, seeing as he had a childhood friend who specialized in special effects makeup—Lorraine Turner. That woman was also the one Louis had held in his arms in my past life! The two of them were the ones who had eloped after clearing out all of the company funds and were the ones behind my untimely death. "You! Absolute! Scum!" With each word, I slapped Louis' face as hard as I could.