Spell Thought Novels & Stories

I could still remember that day like it had happened just yesterday. My hands tightened on the staring wheel as I inhaled and exhaled, preparing for what I was about to do. "Gùfùh uzò.." I whispered slowly as I concentrated on the land before me. Those spells were as simple as abc and they had been the first spells my mother had thought to me as a child. Opening spells. The hairs at the back of my neck stood as I felt it, the slight brush of the spells that surrounded Lakewood. Spells that were meant to identify who belonged in there, and who was not welcomed.

"You killed my mother !!!!!“. Lena roared in rage her eyes a dark orange red a mixture of hatred and anger “ how dare you ' she spat you shall all pay for doing this she rose up with her hands in the air she casted her first spell “ sabtagos min paria” a storm like cloud formed around them understanding the spell and it’s significance Alice casted a spell at the nick if time

I sighed and held my forehead. "Do you know what this means?" She asked me, but how could I know when I had no idea they had to share powers. So I shook my head, "No, I don't. Tell me." "The spell is called hechizo de vínculo de pareja. It's Spanish for mete bonding spell. Which means any witch can do this spell but they don't know yet. Once other Alphas find out about Ashley and her powers, they'll do everything within their capacity to be bonded to her too." Mia explained slowly.

They'd stolen it from Rosalie's coven, and it was one of the many reasons they cast her out. Cadence and Rachel gasped when they saw the spell, because it was in a language they'd never seen before. "Theban, the Runes of Honorius," Sonja murmured, reading their confusion. "Why?" Rachel asked. "The spell is very old, older than Emme, and back then, Theban was the preferred alphabet for transcribing spells. And to prevent something like this from happening, the scribes never translated the spell to any of the modern languages. Old witches firmly believe that once something is locked away, nothing and no one should bring it back."

I feel words of a spell that has never existed before float to the surface of my mind. Lex rages at the loss of our Beta and I grit my teeth, continuing to use my goddess voice as I exact my revenge, “Apéranti siopí [infinite silence].” Her eyes turn wide as she looks at me. She shakes her head and screams while she tries to push my hand away from her mouth. I feel the tingling heat of the spell working as her screams turn into a muffled whining. Tears pour from eyes as she understands her fate.

Alice “How dare you?” she spat you shall all pay for doing this she rose up with her hands in the air she casted her first spell “ sabtagos min paria” a storm like cloud formed around them understanding the spell and it’s significance Alice casted a spell at the nick if time

I sent a silent prayer to the Goddess, I opened it up to the soul repair spell and began to read aloud. The spell had down difficult pronunciation but there were guides on how to say it, despite the initial difficulty it started to feel like my mother tongue. After completing it the first time nothing happened, not even a shimmer in the air, the only thing floating through the air was dust from the book in my hands.

She screamed and slash the sword on my chest, "Ahhhh….!" I screamed and held onto the wound as blood gushed out, tears flowed, pain, hurt and so many mixed emotions. My mother, father, and Nana all crossed my mind. But the pain is too much. I'm also tired of the cruel destiny "I will put you through so much pain that will send you back to your descendant, you should have asked before you were mated to me, I am the She-devil" "I…...Supreme Alpha Sheila Mahamanga of all the supernatural world…….hereby send you Eden Rastol back painfully to the abyss…... of eternal pain….., may you never reincarnate again!"

With the ancient text spread out before her, Seraphina began the delicate process of casting a spell, one that would grant her a fleeting glimpse of what lay ahead. As she whispered the Hebrew phrases, her voice infused with magic, the room seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly aura. Seraphina's eyes, usually a deep shade of brown, began to glint with a silvery light as the spell took hold. It was a risky endeavor, for peering into the future often came with a price. It was a realm where uncertainty danced with possibilities, and not all visions were clear or welcome.

She often thought of putting a hex on him to bind her to him. His red eyes farmed with long lashes, were now set on a sack of paper on her lap. They were all failed attempts as the little model never matched the lining up on the mountain altogether. It was almost impossible to know the spell words Great Mistress used so she was probably translating the layers of the spell wrong. Letters, synonyms, and spaces were significant in spells and though she was playing it by ear with the spell she knew from Old Seniel, there were a hundred interpretations of a single word.