Spell Staring Novels & Stories

The sound outside smudged, like the world had been pushed a room away. Varyn slammed a shoulder against the wall. It didn’t crack. Lira spread her palms on it as if reading a script. “It’s named,” she said. “All the Sun’s spells are named.” “What’s this one called?” Lumi asked. Lira frowned. “Patience.” “The worst one,” Lumi judged. She was right. There are cages built to break bone and cages built to bend the hour until you give it your spine because you forget your spine was ever yours.

They landed, instead, on the heap of clothes piled on the floor—the crimson side-slit dress, the white lace slip, the sheer stockings, a man's shirt, a black tie, a belt… The belt buckle's cold glint was a physical assault, piercing his eyes and heart. His body shook violently, his teeth chattered, and his vision instantly blurred.

I whispered, pretending the name felt foreign on my tongue. His face lit up, a flicker of relief crossing it. “Yes, Bella… It’s me. Jasper.” I blinked again, slowly, as if trying to process it. “Jasper...!” Behind him, Aster watched intently. I could feel the weight of her spell, like invisible hands pressing against my skull. I pushed the panic deep down and reached for my training. My brother Braxten taught me once: The best way to beat a spell is to pretend it worked until you can break it yourself.

I began slowly, piecing it together, “I can’t fully unlock my power.” Della nodded. “Not safely.” My throat tightened. “Well, where is it?” Della’s brow furrowed. “I can try to find it.” She stepped back, raising her hands. Pale blue light formed between her fingers, swirling like liquid starlight. The spell took only a few moments—a whisper of ancient words, a flicker of intent. Then her eyes flew open, wide with disbelief. “No,” she whispered. My stomach clenched. “What?” Della looked at me, her expression livid. With her next words, the air seemed to leave the clearing all at once.

"Stella was under a spell that made her unable to shift for a long period of time. Until we showed up." "Something like Rylan?" Axel asked. Neilla nodded in a rapid manner. "Not exactly like him but yeah, similar. In Stella's case, she had already shifted but not completely and she couldn't reverse the shift." "So she was stuck midshift?" Annabella raised her voice, her eyes turning misty with tears. "Sadly, yes. The wolf and human parts of her were confused. Throughout that period, she was as good as useless." Neilla expanded, rising to her feet. "I... I sort of healed her and she confessed to Venn being the one who casted a spell on her."

“Five little piggies went to market one day, Two got a lost along the way. To school the red one went, Whilst the blonde one was sent To meet with a bird of prey, But our talons helped him get away. Blood to blood, and both are well, Though you’re not here to tell. And now, not two lost piggies, but three, With the school on fire, where can you be? Mirror, mirror on the wall, We’re waiting for your call, Secret Keeper.” Even as she finished speaking, the words were fading off the black screen. “Another mirror spell,” Connery remarked. “Another?” Meguitte looked up at him in surprise. “There’s been others?”

He was so cruel when it comes to discipline, I was beginning to gather. “Shall we?” he asked patiently from where he was standing. I looked at the clock hanging on the wall and saw that it was time. Irena and Ian were late and I had a feeling that they couldn’t help keep their hands off each other when they met in their room to change their clothes. With a stifled groan, I got up and faced him taking my stance. “I have a speed spell on” I informed him. He nodded his head and started attacking me, lightning fast. But no matter how fast he is, the spell always works and makes his movements super slow when it detects that I’m about to be attacked.

the women chanted and then spat over each shoulder and three times towards the center of the circle. Aislen recoiled in surprise. Stella chuckled. “A simple good luck charm. Beth is taking an exam tomorrow. We all wish her luck.” She moved on to the next doorway. A woman lay upon the floor whilst a second knelt over, her joined hands, one on top of the other, hovering over the prone woman. The kneeling woman’s eyes were closed and her expression intent. “A healing spell,” Stella murmured. “The passing of energy from one to another.”

His finger points to the spot where the stamp was. It’s gone now. But not the drawing. “No, that’s not-” No, that’s nothing. I shake and dart my eyes to Maddie. But she still won’t look at me. Why won’t she look at me? I don’t know why, but it doesn’t matter if she does or not because I need to correct this. “It’s not a message. It’s a spell.” “A spell?” Mykhol raises a brow. “Yes.” I nod, going on. “It’s a spell. For luck.”