Spell Tail Novels & Stories

Talia I'm about to freak out. Thail is standing further away from the cave entrance, intensely concentrating in a lotus position. He said he would try to shape-shift into a dragon, and that's scary. Well... if he can pull it off. I watch as his tail angrily swoosh back and forth. His black-feathered wings spread out, and I admire the color. Black, but shining with different colors, like a raven. Gorgeous. I keep watching Thail, entranced, but then something happens. Smoke biles around him, heavy and dark and so black I can't see a thing. I try to narrow my eyes, widening them when I see a new creature.

When she entered the renting store, it felt like she stepped into a portal and into a magical world. The song 'Under the Sea' was playing in the store, and on cue, Madie sang together with the speaker, skipping around trying to pick what tail she wanted. She settled with a purple one, her favorite color. Different shades of purple, lavender, indigo and violet were seen in the tail, depending on the reflection of light. It was even more beautiful when she wore it to the water. The silicone felt soft and smooth against her thighs, the tight feeling felt good and it wasn't too tight on her. It was just right.

Herne's voice rumbled and caused chills to run down his spine, “Now if you'll avoid Self-doubt for a few moments, I'll show you one of the first things my master taught me.” Emboldened by the hunter's words, Warren leaned forward and gestured for Herne to proceed. Herne cracked a grin, “There's a good lad,” He said with a smile. He drew a strange symbol on the ground with a stick and pointed at it. “What I am about to show you is a spell called a phantom trail, or rian taibhse, in the old language.” “What does it do?” Warren asked. “The spell tracks the spiritual vapors of living beings, and creates a ghostly image of our quarry to follow, if not our quarry, then our imprisoned friends.”

Adam says to Skylar. “We tweak the spell by binding it to a talisman for each. The spell will last as long as the talisman remain unbroken. Adam do we have any of those necklaces left from the convention?” “I think there are about a hundred left.” “We are going to need all of them.” Skylar tells him. “We will give each wolf a necklace with an enchanted talisman and tell them they are for protection.”

Her fins had grown back and beautiful neon color scales had grown back on her tail. Her eyes were shining as she watched her tail. I hadn't seen her tail but I had seen her scales in the hands of those wolves. They were blue, not neon pink, like my eyes. “How did you do that? My tail looks so pretty. Are you a celestial, or an enchantress of heaven?” She asked me in an excited tone while rubbing her hands all over her tail, feeling the new scales.

“What should I call you?” “Duke Slow.” “But you’re my father.” “You spoiled little brat.” Kevin smiled at his dad. “Come at me you slimy scaly snake!” The scaly serpent charged at Duke Slow. Spitting out venom, to paralyze him. “You slimy little vermin!” shouted Duke Slow. He summoned out his spiritual power, the tortoise. Emerging from the spell came an ancient looking turtle. It have a long black tail that is full of spikes and poison. “Turtle’s shell!” commanded Duke Slow. The Turtle’s shell came and shielded against the venom.

Kai shot back, already shifting before the argument could continue. It started at their fingertips, a ripple of teal scales spreading over their small arms like water washing over stone. Their nails elongated, curving slightly as their pupils stretched into thin, snake-like slits. Their legs melded together seamlessly, shifting from soft flesh into a long, coiling serpent tail-a stunning shade of teal that shimmered under the faint moonlight, perfectly complementing their hazel eyes. They giggled excitedly, flicking their forked tongues out as they twined around each other playfully.

Too close. Kael straightened, every sense alive. “They’ve picked up our trail.” “We can’t keep running,” Aria said, frustration edging her voice. “There has to be a way to fight them.” “There is,” he replied. “But it’s not one you’ll like.” He drew from his coat a shard—one of Raviel’s parting gifts, etched with curling sigils that shimmered faintly in the firelight. “Raviel said it’s a tether crystal,” Kael explained. “It can amplify or sever magical bonds for a short time.”

The gift of the teal talisman. In a time long forgotten, in the mystical realm of Serathia, there existed a fabled necklace known as the Teal Talisman. Its origin lay shrouded in the annals of history, a tale woven in darkness and mystery. As the legend goes, the Teal Talisman was created by a powerful vampire sorceress named Sylara, whose enchantments were said to be unparalleled. The necklace was forged from rare gemstones imbued with ancient arcane spells, granting it wondrous magical powers beyond mortal comprehension.

Thaelen demanded as she opened her eyes after the fifth. “Spell component shopping ala feathered familiar, daddy dearest,” Harry drawled with a grin. “Isn’t it marvellous? I wonder if I can request Meguitte’s personal shopper sparrows to fetch me this season’s Caliente belt? Honestly,” they nudged Jules. “The waiting list is ridiculous, even when you have eternity. But it is entirely handmade, and you rarely get that nowadays, not like when I was young.” “Why do you need spell components?” Thaelen demanded his eyes lifting to the dancing cloud of birds. Behind him, his werewolf mates stood looking up with varying expressions of wonderment. “Meguitte?”