Spell Secretly Novels & Stories

"That letter said, 'My sweet baby girl. I never wanted to give you away, it was not my choice. There are things you need to know about yourself. Please think about meeting with me. I know that you must be angry and you have every right to be. The amulet is a family heirloom and I want you to have it. It will keep you safe, please wear it. I want you to know that I love you so much. I loved your mom with every ounce I had. I didn't want to leave her. In that I also had no choice. I was forbidden to with your mother and I didn't listen to my warnings. I will be at the motel on main street until your birthday. I hope to see you, and please don't tell anyone I am here.

Suddenly, everyone became alert, some hid because they might be called, others were ready to participate wearing their smiles. "Who can spell the word, AK-WI-YI-SENS. It means, the reluctant acceptance of something without protest." No one made a single move not until Ulap suddenly tapped me. "Go. I know you know it," Ulap convinced me. At first, I was hesitant but suddenly, something merged all over my body prompting me to raise my hand. "Ah, Hmm..." I was nervous because everyone was looking at me. I closed my eyes. Rumbled letters begin to flow like specks of pixie dust. It's like a magic. It's not fantasy. A thought experiment. It is science.

I looked at her and nodded as I understood what she meant. “There’s more,” she said as she held my hand, “The spy you are all looking for is right under your noses. There is only one spy. I can’t tell who the spy is, but I can tell you how to let the spy show who he really is. I know your mother has already shown you my secret room. You can’t tell anyone about it, even your mom. Go to my secret room and find the book of spells that can help you imitate someone. The moment that you show the spy the right person, that spy will show its true color.”

she pleaded as her voice become shaky with every word she uttered. *** "You have to tell me this instant!" Whitney yells as she folded her arms on her breast. "I don't want to, I will tell you when the time is right," he said. " And when will that be if I may ask?" She said, sarcastically and he rolled his eyes. She has been disturbing him since morning about why he is keeping his being able to walk a secret. She wants him to tell her but he didn't want to. It is actually for her good. Only God knows what they will do to her if she knows the truth.

I mutter. I’m looking over a tome of ancient spell caster magic, leave it to the Fae to have all this information. As I’m gently turning the page, something catches my eye. It’s a spell in ancient Gaelic, folaigh agus ní fheiceàil, which roughly translates to “hide and not see”. “I think I found it.” I shout. Everyone comes rushing over to me, looking over my shoulder. “What does it mean?” Constance asks. “It’s not only a cloaking spell to conceal something but also a cloaking spell for magic. So it makes the magic untraceable. That’s why we can’t pick up any magic.” I say, excitedly.

She hid back and thought, If no one is with him, then it must be the 'Spirala. Spirala was a kind of magical communication where one drew spiral lines at the lower nape of their necks to call out for the person they wanted to communicate with. After each line, there was always a unique sign for each person. Only aristocrats and royals could use this type of magic. It was no surprise that Karras could use it because he was the son of one of the noble families in Baltras.

“I sense a spell on you, one cast by a witch.” My heart skipped a beat and I shared a look with Ethan who still held my hand, he gave it a light squeeze then I turned my attention to the seer. “A spell? What kind of spell?” The seer closed her eyes, her fingers lightly tracing the air around me. “I cannot decipher its nature, but it is powerful and deeply woven. You must be cautious.” She handed me a small vial filled with a shimmering liquid. “Drink this. It will mask your scent and keep you hidden from those who seek you.”

Pukan exclaimed. Alfi is coming to Leak directly. Black circles suddenly fly in his direction from all directions. Alfi then nullifies all of them at an incredible speed. Alfi is getting overwhelmed by his own wrath that he loses his cool. What he has on his mind is just "Kill that fucking Leak". Leak then opens both of his hands and enchants an ancient spell, ”ong siwa gandu angimpus leak, siwa sumedang anundung leak, mapan aku mapawakan segara gni…”

“He’s already started making mistakes. Coming to parties he shouldn’t attend. Whispering with enemies behind our backs. He thinks I don’t know. But I do. I always know.” I walked back to the table, pulling out the ancient scroll I’d tucked beneath the wine bottle. I unrolled it carefully, revealing glyphs glowing faintly beneath the candlelight. “This is how I’ll reach Selene,” I said. “This spell is bound to her bloodline. It will whisper her father’s name in her mind… show her the truth. Just enough to make her desperate.” “Diabolical,” Gazelle whispered with a laugh. “You’re becoming more dangerous by the hour.”

There was another shelf filled with some glass bottles filled with different coloured liquid in them. "Those are the secret spell books which have been hidden and saved from the black witches. These are the potions used for healing wounds and diseases." The priest informed as he looked at the curious faces trying to figure out about them. "Does everyone know about this side of the church?" Leo enquired. "Not everyone is trustworthy." The priest smiled. "How do you know that we are looking for something?" Leo asked. "Instincts are sometimes blessings. Anyways, I called you here to provide you with the information and I am a senior priest here, Arthur." The priest introduced himself.