Spell White Magic Novels & Stories

"From what I heard it sounds like 'Scho-Tino-Theyama'.." This time, it was Allan and Niccoli talking to one another. "Now, finally we will move on for the mild offense spell types. I have prepared a total of five spells today that you can easily utilize after reaching at least the intermediate level of Red Realm." The first spell that Professor De Belen introduced was the FROST BOMB. "STAMATISTE EKEI" It is the same ice-type magic spell that Nike used during the banquet to chase after a Lava Breathing Boar way back.

"We need to reverse the spell, but it won't be easy. The altar is protected by powerful magic. We'll have to work together." We joined hands and began to chant, drawing on the strength of our family's legacy. The air around us crackled with energy as we focused our will on counteracting the dark spell. Slowly, the oppressive energy began to wane, the carvings on the altar glowing with a faint, golden light.

Fallen leaves and dust grazed my back as I rolled on the ground until my legs found some balance and I stood up. Mom ran towards us and her eyes turned white like the moon as she cast a spell on the wolves. It didn’t seem to affect them as they furiously looked at me while closing the distance between us. It didn’t work? “It's not working. It's because of my white magic.” Mom shouted. That made sense. Wolves of the Emerald Pack were also referred to as ‘Angelic wolves’ because their powers and principles were deeply rooted in nature. White magic also worked with the laws of nature, so they might have been immune to Mom’s spells.

From that day forward, until she turned eighteen, she learned all sorts of strange things from Qontessah, which she later realized were some kind of sorcery or witchcraft. She learned to be benevolent by using white magic and cruel by using black magic from her. Qontessah was a master of all trades. She learned to heal and kill, but most importantly, she learned to manipulate the environment to her advantage.

she replied calmly, and I couldn't miss the smug smirk crossing her mouth, "but I can assure you that once you wake up, you will feel stronger than ever before." I narrowed my eyes at her. "You're not thinking about putting some weird crystal around my neck, aren't you? Because I'm not into that kind of dark magic shit." She chuckled. "I'm a white witch. I would never stain myself with dark magic. Do you even know what dark magic is?" I cleared my throat. "Well, I've seen examples of it one too many times recently."

"No it's not. I heard from Joshua the other day, and he heard from his father that they have a book about these things. A wolf would be born of pure white hair, hair that reflects the coldness of her heart. She would rule over the world with Hades one day. There were so many other things but that was all I heard" he said to me wistfully. "Is that all you heard? Really?" I was suddenly interested. Hades and a queen with white hair? That sounded familiar. "Yup. You should ask him if you are interested. The stories he told me were so good I asked for the book.

my mate whispers,, “It’s a long story. I’ll tell you when we get out of here, I promise.” Hope is busy preparing some type of spell. As she sets out various vials and jars, I marvel at her range of knowledge in this world. “Ok, great job guys, she tells us with a smile, “Now I’m going to need you to mix some ingredients for me. Don’t worry, I use only white magic. Nothing here will harm you. I”m just hoping it will counteract her evil intentions long enough for us to get away.” “Whatever you need,” I tell her seriously, “We’ve got your back!”

"He kept showing up when I felt worst. Said weird things about my energy." A beat of silence. Then Derek exhaled, shaking his head. "Energy draining is rare. Some call it ‘witch sickness.’ There’s no real cure, just… prevention." He abruptly changed the subject, pulling a book from the shelf. "This spell sharpens memory. Temporary, but useful before exams." As he leaned in to point out a passage, his shoulder brushed hers—and he froze. "Your magic," he murmured. "It feels… different." Rita forced a laugh. "Probably Pru’s amulet." She tapped the charm at her throat—a decoy.

“Then what am I?” Her gaze met mine, steady, unreadable. “You carry your mother’s heartbeat.” My breath hitched. “Phyna’s?” She nodded. “Phyna, the strongest witch of her generation. Her magic didn’t die with her, it merged with you. And your wolf, the rare white one? It acts as a vessel, stabilizing both your hearts. That’s why you can do what no witch should; open the ancient spellbook, unravel enchantments, even breathe life where death should reign.”

The wizard would strike his staff on the ground and casted spells aloud and the whole sky would turn dark with great light emitting from the staff and its ray beginning to melt the wolves. It eventually forced the wolves to vanish to the amazement of everyone who watched the scene. Once the wolves were gone, the sky returned back to normal and the wizard turned and smiled at them. “I had thought my sister would help but remembered that she didn’t know how to diffuse the Inca spell” the wizard stated. “What is the Inca spell though?” Levi asked with curiosity written on his face. The wizard smiled and said “It is an ancient spell that diffuse mystical holograms” this amazed everyone and Damon