Spellbound Book Series Novels & Stories

“Gavyn was forcing Fabian’s hands by using every trick he could from the ancient book.” My brows knitted in confusion. “What ancient book are you talking about?” The hairs on the back of my neck rose. There is only one book that I knew Warlocks possessed, but Fabian is guarding it with his life. That book is dangerous. It was not called The Book of Damned for nothing. The Book of the Damned contains powerful dark magic spells and is considered the most potent record of dark magic. If it fell into the wrong hands, who knows what may happen?

He didn't turn off his light so it helped. I went to the last tab and confusion hit me. This spell wasn't for me. It was to change laws that are permeant in other dimensions. He was trying to take over and rule but that didn't make sense. I skimmed through the book and got to the page I was looking for. (Soul bonding) This was the most dangerous spell in this book.

she asked, turning toward me. I ground my teeth. "How?" I inquired, much to her satisfaction. "You should have known that the coven monitors all the magical bookstores. The moment you ordered the spell books, we knew where you are." She gave me a wicked grin. "Cybele will be so pleased to see you." "Well, I certainly won't be pleased to see her," I hissed, turning my head toward the window. Should I have a little faith because of what Alpha Tyrion said? Perhaps, but my hopes were dwindling with every mile we got closer to the coven...

“Come in!” To my relief, it was Sybill. She looked more regal than ever, her long hair lying over her shoulders like a waterfall of silken strands. “I felt you might need some guidance,” she said, her voice a soothing balm to my nerves. “May I?” I nodded, and she took a seat beside me, her presence grounding. “I found out some things about the spells you encountered,” she began, her eyes scanning my face for any sign of fear. “The book you hold is a powerful artifact, capable of amplifying one’s innate abilities. But it also requires a balance, knowledge and responsibility. You must be careful.”

Lucindo is an abominable evil of the ancestors making and if the ancestors can be daft enough to connive with him to ruin everything in this city then they must be stopped. I looked around to study our situation. Bastaina is dead, Cedric is being imprisoned by a magical block, mom has shifted to a full wolf but is being restrained by magic, Hilda has a boundary spell shielding anyone from going inside the circle or leaving the circle. Suzy is injured and not healing at all, so in other words, I'm my family's last resort and any move I take must be in our favor because if I get bound by dark magic too, then we are as good as dead.

Chapter One A lot of things changed when I reached the age of fifteen. On the night of my birthday, my mother gave me a box she said it's her present to me, for the first time in my life my mother gave me presents on my birthday. It was wrapped in red cloth with a black ribbon tied on it. There was the excitement I felt as I started to open the box. I was almost amazed at what I saw. It's a spell keeper necklace that features a beautiful deep, blue cock topped glass vial containing a blend of herbs and its vial is suspended from a Tibetan triquetra charm that was hand made from their ancestor and a spellbound bracelet filled with a mixture of hand-blended magical herbs.

Caspian’s fangs pierced my skin. The pain was immediate and overwhelming, a sharp, burning agony that radiated from my neck through my entire body. I screamed, or tried to, but the sound was swallowed by Caspian's hand clamping over my mouth. He drank deeply, greedily, like a man dying of thirst who had finally found water. But something was wrong. I felt it the moment his lips touched my blood. It was a strange, electric jolt that seemed to travel through me and out of me, like a signal being sent. The bond pulsed, bright and hot in my chest. I could feel it stretching, reaching, searching...

Slamming her against the wall and getting into a hot make out session probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do since she already had the wrong idea but I needed a distraction and the girl was hot. Heading home after school I found mum, reading at the kitchen table. “What’s that?” pointing to the book in her hand. “A new book of conjuring spells I acquired from a coven up north, I’m just verifying if its legit or a fake” she answered “So, which one is it?” I asked “it’s real and extremely rare, I will need to keep this one out of human hands and in my special collection, if in the wrong hand it could be dangerous” She answered

I ask achingly “After the three days banquet with the king. That will be more than enough time to be able to get the strands of hair, right?” “Yeah, so do you have a dark art spell book for the altering of fated mates? Since dark art spell books are very limited editions and an individual is not permitted to have it, save for an institution or organization registered under the King's government.” I ask cautiously “Definitely Hermione, your grandmother got legs…” She grins, standing up “Give me a minute, I'll go get the dark art spell book vol.0 for you to see.” Grandmother walks to her room.

I asked, tracing the engravings on the book cover. “Your mother’s spell book,” Uncle Al replied. “It is time you have it. Take good care of it.” “And clean up,” Dad grunted and got to his feet. “Try not to put yourself in danger, Phoebe.” I carried the book with me to my room. After cleaning up and dressing my wound, I stared at the spell book lying in my bed. I opened the book and read the first handwritten words I saw. Sarah Dunn. I’ve only heard my Dad say her name once.