Spell White Magic Novels & Stories

Turning to Fiona he asked, “Isn’t it that when a black witch performs white magic without first going through the cleansing process, the white magic could turn on her and kill her? It is true, correct?” “Ya are correct,” Fiona said softly. “What?” Dennis screeched. “Are you kidding me? You did the spells for Tara.” “Those spells walk the line of good and evil, they aren’t pure white magic,” Fiona said firmly. “We call spells that can be used by the white and the dark, grey magic.” “I can handle it,” Luella insisted. “What if you can’t,” Dennis demanded. “What then?” “I will,” Luella coaxed. “I will. Trust me.”

"I expect nothing but good news." "Yes, Mother." An odd tingle sparked in my hands and I clenched them tight. Whitlock's raspy voice filled the room as he bellowed out the magic spell. "Toka de kwana gehiti, lofa ha dur shekan na whalagehiti!"

I could even heard his little gulping while he talking. He is still cutely resisting the urge to eat the whole black bracelet. Awe… he is so cute today. Ano kaya nakain nitong at biglang bumait. And this is perfect! A defence type amulet enough to protect me from harm. “You just need… to chant the… incantation to activate… the spell…” Incantation? Anong incantation naman ang dapat kung sambitin? I could help but to be confused. Akala ko na I just need to say the spell ‘Millefiore’ to activate it. But I guess it was wrong, so this the difference between mages and wizards.

Daisy hurriedly explained. "You're wasting my time. I think I have to do this." He said and I turned to face him 'cause I didn't understand what he wanted to do. Turning back to look at him, I inhaled some sort of powder and my thinking changed. "Will you follow me now?" Sage asked with a smile. "Yeah, sure." I answered and gasps filled the air. "Sage" Morgan roared. "You know black magic is forbidden in this kingdom. How dare you use it?"

“All I know is, I need to get this portal open so that I can get Melanie back, and I have no idea how to open it.” Maggie was quiet for a second, like she was thinking, before she said, “Portals are tricky. Try different angles. Try different cloaking spells on the tree or whatever is behind it. Try a coloring spell.” “A what?” I asked. “What’s a coloring spell?” “It’s the same spell Francis has been using to color the trees. You can try to color the portal opening so that you can see it. It’s probably at a different angle than what you’re expecting. It’s sort of like splitting the air.”

I sigh and motion with my hand to continue. "Black and white magic mix on this spot" - she says, pointing at my chest. - "Doesn't matter what tool made that scar, by a dagger or pen..." - she rolls her eyes and presses those two words. "What matters is the two spells or magic that encountered each other." - I frown. I know that Eliana is a white witch, her spell must be worked against the other. But there was no other person there who could do that.

The power to be a slave. "It seems very exaggerated. How is that going? What do you mean?" His eyebrows furrowed and paused for a while. "I don't know? This might be a result of reading books." I said and he nodded twice, paying attention to every detail I said. "Darling, in the English language, can you spell the 5th longest wor⁠—" I interrupted him. I closed my eyes, jumbled letters began to flow like specks of pixie dust forming a word. It's like magic but It's not fantasy. It is sensory, a thought experiment. It is science.

Oh, now I get it. "Noble Efos, I know your wisdom is far stretched and deep. But please let us be lenient on the poor woman, for I am sure she only meant well for her granddaughter. And if she hadn't seen her wrong, she wouldn't have brought the issue to us." The rest nods thoughtfully "I speak like a mother myself, of which four of my children are in Showek's College. I do understand the feeling even though I wouldn't do it. Didn't the law of White magic 1200 say that: yet another force more powerful than the force of evil is the tears of a mother?" My grandmother's friend chips in, earning a mouthed 'thank you' from my grandmother.

it was thought to her that skill had long been lost with the new generations. "Yes, well, only parts of it. See, it's a changing language created by those who spoke it, especially during spells, a new word can be created with power unimaginable. A few old words can be read once in a sentence but that's the best I can do," she replied skimming through it, "the thing about Soul Magic is you can never really do the same spell twice, it changes by a line, a sentence, a character, or even a slight twist of the tongue. Usually has the same results but still, it's more like a protection spell for itself," She frowned at something causing Ena to ask what the problem was.

“Geez, even not having to do anything is bugging me.” Walking out of my room the sudden flash of movement caught my eye. “AAAH!" Sil was standing on her door way rubbing her eyes. “Aaaaaahhh.” She repeats unenthusiastically. She was wearing and oversized white t-shirt that had a wolf on it. Under her shirt I saw blue boxers. “Stop scaring me like that then.” I bit back. “I heard you last night.” She said pulling her hands out of her eyes. Her deep green eyes were crystal clear and her black red hair was noticeable. She really likes keeping her hair color a secret, but when the sun hits it, it’s obvious her hair color is unique. I don’t know if I answered her, but I didn’t have too. I just he