Spell Thought Novels & Stories

“Please, don’t do this. It’s not worth it. Don’t pay the price.” Tears instantly blur my vision, blurring the terrible words on the page. I can barely speak. Isla screams in my mind, a chaotic, loud roar. "Don’t listen to the projections! Focus! Finish the spell!" I choke back a raw sob and force the final, burning words out, my voice shaking with grief and effort. The last line of the spell burns my tongue, bitter as the taste of blood. "...by shadow’s grace and light’s disdain, Return what’s lost, undo the chain.”

Willow stated to Cordelia. Allegra breathes and tears swell from her eyes. She couldn’t explain how hurt it was to hide secret to Thana. She could never imagine how could Thana accepts all the lies that she kept to her daughter. “Please bring the spell to Thana. It’s her protection from Lazarus and to protect her from the evil deeds.” A fiery red liquid, glittering and glowing like a fire, is a magic spell that she made. Allegra knows if Thana turns to Sixteen Lazarus will come after her.

I take a steadying breath and begin reading through the spell from start to finish, whispering the unfamiliar words under my breath. The ancient symbols weave together in intricate patterns, each syllable carrying weight, a hum of power lingering in every phrase. But I need to truly understand it. Grabbing my pen, I start translating line by line. The language is complex, filled with double meanings and metaphors that twist and tangle like vines. Some words have no direct English equivalent, forcing me to interpret them through context. Others change their meaning depending on placement, one symbol could mean gift or sacrifice depending on what follows it.

He honestly looked close to passing out. “STOP!” Aiden growled as he wrapped an arm around me, pushing me slightly behind him, sensing my fear. Zacchary stood still at Aiden’s command but his fear was still evident. “What does the spell mean?” the blonde elder finally asked when no one spoke. “It-it is” Zacchary could hardly speak, “it is a Death Spell.” “D-Death spell?!” I spluttered out, practically clinging onto Aiden. My eyes shot around the room, taking into account everyone’s expressions, before fixing back on the witch Zacchary, who was sweating so much. I wondered whether he would turn into a puddle in the middle of the room.

I couldn't help but wonder what had gone wrong, how our once unbreakable bond had shattered so suddenly. The room seemed to echo with my silent questions, the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the walls. I tried to focus on the spell before me, pouring my energy and emotions into its creation. It was a way to channel my pain, to transform it into something tangible and powerful. With each incantation and gesture, I hoped to find solace, to mend the broken pieces of my heart. The spell became a metaphor for my healing.

Thalia directed her question to Rotip “Its written in some kind of language which only the descendants of the pure soul mystical white sorceress can read” “Let me have it” Rotip gave the scripture to Thalia while I and Sofia glanced at one another. “It is... really Arohemik! My mother taught me the language, and that was why I was able to read some parts of this spell book in my dream! I can’t believe myself!” Thalia’s hand motioned to her mouth. “Holy Mother! I can’t believe myself either. I also had an unexplainable dream about the Dordon Wizard’s spell book, and that was how i got to read the spell of the four children of the Dordon Wizard” Sofia added in horror.

She cleared her throat, "note, only a galdr and a chanting spell can be woven, as for the word spell; it has only to be read and mastered." She opened the large brown book on top of the desk. "When weaving a spell the most important thing, of course, are your words and your undivided attention. And spells, as they're won't to, are very tricky; so, be careful what you weave for. With the right wording and construction I believe your spell can fall into perfection, but be careful as it can also fall into gaping loopholes inform of careless wording and mismatched meanings."

kenoi ophthalmoi means empty eyes and is pronounced (keh-noi ohp-thal-moy) with the stress falling on the first syllable in kenoi and the second syllable in ophthalmoi. katocheutheís means possessed or controlled and is pronounced (kah-toh-kheh-oo-thace) with the stress falling on the third syllable. The witch's spell translation and pronunciation: Robora mentem meam, (ro-boh-rah men-tem may-am) Confirma contra tenebras, (con-fer-mah kon-trah ten-neb-rahs) Robora corpus meum, (ro-boh-rah kor-plus mau-um)

There was nothing else she could say in others' presence. Alpha Samuel's lips had thinned. His gaze remained a touch hostile. Erica had not really warmed up to him. Before leaving the study, she leaned closer to luna Freida and whispered, "The spell is 'ወደ እንግሊዝኛ ይቀይሩ'." She did not say anything more lest Alpha Samuel's suspicion rises even more. Luna Freida mutely nodded. ~~~~