Spell Thought Novels & Stories

Realizing the situation he slowly shifted back to his human form, glaring at Athena's hologram. “Black magic?” Alpha Axel asked, his face etched with curiosity. “Alpha Axel?” Rachel's mouth fell open as she stared at him. “The spell, it worked,” Davina pointed at Athena's hologram. Her face flickered as a bright smile slowly appeared on her face. “It worked,” she shouted, tightly hugging Hailey. “Spell?” Alpha Axel asked, his face contorted with confusion as he darted his eyes at each of the girls. “It’s popularly known as the revealing death spell, it allows you to know if a person's dead or alive and sometimes it allows you to talk to the dead” Alpha Cole explained squatting near the large

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.

Eagerly, I began to read. The first chapter was titled "Identifying the Shifter: A Spell of Slumber." my heart pounded in my chest as I devoured the words. It was a spell, a simple but perfect incantation, designed to induce a deep, dreamless sleep in any shapeshifter who heard it. The spell wouldn't harm them, but it would render them unconscious for a short period, long enough for identification. My mind raced. Spies. We were aware that there were spies within the pack, rogues masquerading as loyal members, feeding information to their enemies. This… this spell could be the key to exposing them. It was exactly what Oliver needed.

she shared. “What do you mean?” I asked. Talia turned her exhausted eyes on me, “It means the final breaking of the spell comes from the person who the spell was put on. It means she will have to push through the final piece of pain, to free herself from the destructive spell,” Talia commented.

All the students stared at him in amazement, and he wasn’t even in the air yet. “As you know, we use the Latin tongue for spellcasting. It is our ancestorial language and therefore, most of our spells and curses are in the Latin language.” Most nodded, already knowing this information. “Can someone tell me what the Latin word for ‘Upward’ is?” “Sursum,” Damien whispered to himself. I wasn’t surprised he knew the answer already. It was Sarah who raised her hand first and Professor Howl nodded for her to answer. “Sursum,” she answered confidently.

"The spell is wearing off. We need to act swiftly." A spell? in my mind flashbacks of that day in the garden where Mrs Pierce was sneaking around and talking to someone mysterious come back. she had spoken about a spell and how it was beginning to wear off. that the destiny and success of the kingdom depended on the success of that specific mission. could it be… My heart skipped a beat, and the cup slipped from my fingers, tea splashing onto the floor, forgotten in that moment. My mind raced to fathom the weight of those words.

“It took me a long time to even start spelling the spells properly to start using them and then I began making all kinds of mistakes.” “Really?” Now that had me interested. “Tell me about your witchy days.” Her laugh echoed through the empty room. “Well, all my spells are actually Latin words with the literal meanings. Like if I want to set something on fire, I say ‘Incensa’!” She held up her hand and a small ball of fire bloomed in her palm, which she then quashed with her hand. “It literally translates to ‘set fire’.” “So then…what if there are similar spells for Fae as well!” A light bulb suddenly went up in my head. “What if we had been doing this whole thing wrong and I need to read out

This spell feels cold but the wind it blows whistles a certain melody that would tame the wolf. "Hessuel... he who resonates the song of your howl in the soul of your listeners, that is the meaning of your name. Hessuel, if you can hear me, come forth to my voice and extend your hand," I recited, then close my eyes while stretching my hand to him. The process of this spell includes diving into the thoughts of the wolf to search for that slumbering intelligence. However, all I see is pure darkness within him. "Hessuel? Hessuel... can you hear me? Hessuel?"

"But we have to be careful. If he's as scary as I think we can make no mistake." I nodded, my determination tightening. "We'll do it. Whatever it takes." Over the next few days, we delved into the shadowy world of Sebastian Grey, gathering bits and pieces of information from various sources. He seemed to be following a spell—Grey’s path was impenetrable, his relationships buried deep in deceit and conspiracy. As we learned more about his actions, it became clear that Gray was not just a minor player but an influential figurehead. Its reach extended beyond Lawson's policies and involved powerful individuals and institutions.

What was Damien's excuse? Jess felt Ricky pulling at her hand, ushering her into the circle. It was hard to hear over the roaring wind and Belle's screams. She could see Ricky's mouth moving, speaking the words of the spell she'd practised so many times. He looked over and gave her a reassuring nod. She did the same to Sammy, taking his small hand in hers. As one they repeated the words; "Trifectus, Trivestum, Trivorum, Unbind thy spirit,