Spell Secretly Novels & Stories

“Six glossaries, actually. One’s hidden under the table. It’s the secret weapon.” I peered beneath the table. “That’s a spellbook.” “Details,” he said quickly, face flushing. “It’s adjacent to glyph theory.” I gave him a look. “That’s like saying poison is adjacent to soup.” He grinned again. “Depending on the soup, maybe it is.”

I pleaded to him with my eye gesture praying he understood my point. I guess he understood me, cause he blink his eyes at me in an assuring manner "Speak up!" The Alpha said coming closer toward us "His sickness has no cure" "What???" The Alpha ask looking shocked, for a blink, I saw her eyes flick colors but they changed back to their normal colors immediately "What do you mean?" Alpha Sheila further inquired. "Your majesty his sickness is rare and if he must live, there is only one way"

It was bound in dark leather, the title barely legible: "The Lament of the Moon." With trembling hands, I opened the book and began to read. It spoke of powerful spells and ancient rituals, many of which had been lost to time. As I turned the pages, one spell in particular stood out. It was a spell of protection, capable of shielding the entire town from harm. But there was a catch—it required a rare ingredient: the heart of a Silverwood tree. I had heard legends of the Silverwood trees, ancient and powerful, but thought them to be long extinct. The book mentioned that the heart of the tree could amplify magic, making the protection spell almost impenetrable.

He chuckled, "Were you talking to Mike? Did you spill our secret?" Luke was undeniably striking. At school, he was an iceberg, cold and untouchable. But in private, he was warm and almost clingy. In the past, I'd have melted into his arms, blushing. Now I just stepped back, creating distance. "Didn't you want to keep us hidden?" I muttered. His eyes flickered as he caught the edge of my tone. Still, he pressed on with the question that always lingered. "You know we can't go public."

One of them caught his attention. Familiars. On the page was a picture of a cat, with white and black fur and bright green eyes. "Quite familiar indeed," Matthew mused, turning the page to read more about these creatures. "Familiars are spirit companions who assist witches in their magical practices. Many of them are in cat form, though advanced witches may choose to put their familiars in different forms." Matthew skimmed over the description, slightly uninterested, but two sentences at the very end caught his eye:

Khalid instructed, offering his hand to me. Dani didn’t question and moved to stand in the living room side of the space. Kurt gave me a concerned look, but I smiled, nodding to him. ‘It will be okay. This is all perfectly safe. Aunt Sarael did make the spell.’ I assured him. Kurt sighed but stepped back, so he was further away. I took my brother’s hand, wincing as he cut both our hands with a blade or blood dripping into the bowl. “Mwen La bois. Donne mu la bois la bois. Invisque saeclum. Bulla. Libérer à vérité à.” Khalid spoke the encatation nodding to me to repeat.

He added dropping a bulky Book on the bed. Vicoliz removed his pillow and took the book looking at it with confusion. "What am I meant to do with it?" "Master it, that is the only way the spear of doom will return to you. That is a Spell book. You just have two days" Seun elucidated. "Where did you get this from?" "Daft Punk, we have two witches in the house" Seun replied and closed the door shut, leaving the room. Vicoliz breathed out heavily as she rubbed his fingers round the front cover.

“I will. Bye!” I yank myself out of the plane and run to Bella’s house, grabbing the spare key under the fake rock by the porch. She said I could use anything I needed. Perfect. I gather supplies fast: bowl of water, knife, mirror, pendant, and a printed map of the Mediterranean. I bless the water, cut my palm for the blood, and heal the wound instantly. The pendant is one Kayla gave me—a wolf’s tooth, which suddenly feels poetic. I whisper the incantations, holding the pendant over the map. It begins to spin wildly.

My heart stopped. “Watch where you’re going,” the all-too-familiar voice of Sabrina sneered. Before I could react, she had grabbed my jacket, pulling me close, her eyes narrowing. “There's no need to hide it,” she whispered, her voice dripping with malicious glee. “I know all about your little secret.” Panic gripped me. “Please, Sabrina,” I begged, my voice trembling. “You can’t tell anyone.” A cruel smile spread across her face. “Oh, I won’t. But it’ll cost you. From now on, you’re my little servant. My errand girl. Do as I say, and maybe, just maybe, I won’t spill your precious secret.”

It's not Latin or any other language I am conversant with. However, under the foreign text, it seems someone has translated the language and also in a neat handwriting. The discovery instantly makes me feel so much better. Slowly, I read the translated text. And then, I read it again. “No,” I whisper. “Yes,” Fiona says. The translated text is a spell called ‘The Severance’, and the spell is designed to steal power from one source and transfer it to another. Specifically, the spell can steal a Trueblood’s power and give it to someone else.