Spell Secretly Novels & Stories

"May you said you live with wolves..." "I do but turns out they've been keeping a secret." "Before anyone else says another word," Alex stood, "I've been learning new spells, "she picked her hands up and moved them around with a confident flourish, letting a wave of blue energy dance around us and ripple throughout the room. "I figure we need this whenever we have to talk." "What was that?" Levi asked. "A spell my father's coven uses when they have meetings. It's so that there are no eavesdroppers. We can be as loud as we want and no one will hear a thing."

She frantically looks around, searching for some hidden clue to bring him back. In a dark corner of the dilapidated temple, Cleo hides behind a broad column chanting a spell. Selene is proving quite challenging to enchant. The mysterious woman has thrown a wrench in every spell Cleo attempted. The girl's hidden power proved tricky to overpower, it guarded against dark magic.

I thought to myself. She couldn't be so good at hiding things. Actually, Leah was very good at hiding things and keeping secrets but I already knew her too well. And I knew when she could get sloppy. I’d put a lot of pressure on her lately so she would get sloppy. I looked under her clothes closet and saw something like a kind of box fixed into the floor of the closet directly under her clothes. A smile crept up my face when I realized what treasure lay there. I slowly pulled open the lid of the box and I found it. Leah’s spell book. Exactly what I needed.

A member of the royal family wrote this. I feel a chill roll over my skin. This isn’t just a diary—it’s a grimoire. Her grimoire. Page after page, there are spells, sketches of sigils, notes on bloodlines, rituals. Most of them are written in the old tongue, but I recognize enough to piece the meanings together. There are spells for protection, for memory suppression, for concealment. One page is bookmarked by a single raven feather. I turn to it slowly. It’s a concealment spell. One meant to mask identity, to alter features and scent, strong enough to hide someone even from another wolf’s senses. The ingredients are scrawled at the bottom: moonstone dust, shadowroot, blood from a direct des

"This site, if you type a certain string of qualifiers it hooks you up with the seller of these potions." "You can order 'the destroyer', 'the secret', or 'sleeping beauty'. The seller ships them to you overnight with a copy of the necessary incantation. The seller does note you need a real witch to activate 'the destroyer'. The other two will work if ingested." I thought about the spells we had seen, "These have all been used here?" I asked. "Yes, you know the destroyer, that's what hit Lucas," Joel answered. "Sleeping beauty you saw with Anthony, causing unconsciousness, and the secret is what the rogues used to attack us. Used in combination they are deadly."

I insisted. Veles sighed. “The spell she’s working on will be two or three times more beneficial than she would. If we took Valeska from you and just gave you another mate, would you ever really be happy?” “No.” I admitted. “I’d try, and the mate bond would help, but I can’t imagine my life without Valeska. What is the spell? Why does it have to be a secret?” I asked. “No one can tell you. It’s one of those deity things. Just roll with it, Bear. Give her the ingredients. You need the spell to work.” Veles told me. “Now, go.”

NOTE: KEEP THE SLIDING PAPER ON THE PAGE. Logan’s brows furrowed and he flipped the next page. More entries and detailed experiences coated the paper and more popped up as she had flipped through the pages. Terra scrunched her eyebrows in concentration as she reached the final page. Covering the next page, a pocket slid up and down the design to keep anyone from seeing it all in one glance. Terra was using this pattern to put people in a coma.

That was what I told myself. I pressed my palm flat to the center of the circle and spoke the words. "Revela quod latet. Confirma quod corpus scit. Si vinculum est, ostende mihi veritatem." The old tongue felt different when it meant something. I had spoken those words in practice rooms, in examinations, in drills my mother ran until my pronunciation was flawless and my intention was clean. They had never felt like this. Heavy. Certain. Like the spell already knew what it was going to find and was simply waiting for me to finish asking.

the white cloud with those horrible eyes, drifting before me just prior to unleashing ruin upon every one of us. "A Soothsayer can be stirred to turn into a Spier," Felix says, his voice touched with energy, "one of the six Gifts!" "What is a Spier?" I ask, looking at the manner in which Liam's face turns hard at Felix's words. I develop much more intrigued, noticing his distress.

She scoured ancient texts and scrolls, searching for any hint of forgotten power or hidden strength. Hours passed, and Lola's eyes burned from reading by candlelight. Just as she was about to give up, she stumbled upon a dusty, leather-bound tome. The title faded, but she could make out the words "Beast of Gévaudan." Her heart raced as she flipped through the pages, reading about an ancient and powerful creature that once terrorized the lands. The spells within promised immense strength and near invincibility, but they also carried dire warnings of the cost.