Spellbound Book Series Novels & Stories

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, she asked her. " I called because I have bad news and good news." She said while her voice sounded crack. Lucy panic. "Don't tell me, they escape again?", she asked Eloisa. "Nope. Bad news, we can't go because... the good news is I'm four months pregnant!", she said and Lucy scolded Eloisa for making her nervous and excited because another baby is coming because she's one month pregnant too. *** Note: Revenge is not the answer to heal a broken heart. Love still prevail. ~~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~~

“It's not a mistake. She chose you because she believed you could do it” “That is bullshit! I don't care what she thinks, I'm not interested” They seemed they would not take no for an answer. Freya stretch out her hands and a book appeared. “Take it” Cautiously, I asked. “What is this?” “It's a book of spells passed down through generations of high priestesses” It was a large book with a dark, worn out leather cover. On it was boldly written: BOOK OF SPELLS. “I said I don't want……”

Kael's thoughts returned to Seraphina: the way her magic had flared, the dagger buried in the temple wall, the mark glowing on her wrist. He hadn't lied when he said the Bloodbound were dangerous. But he also hadn't told the full truth. He could feel the bond again faint, like a pulse in the back of his mind. She was still alive. Awake. And that meant trouble. The walk from the throne hall to Kael's private chambers was long, but never quiet. The corridors of Blackspire Keep whispered voices of old demons trapped in the obsidian walls, murmuring the names of those who had fallen before.

I said wondering where this whole conversation was heading, "I want you to protect her," he said turning his phone screen to me, 'her'? my eyes slowly fell on the screen, a girl with her blonde hair packed in a ponytail sat with a pile of books by her side, she is obviously a nerd even her big round glasses say a lot, she looked fixated on whatever information she was getting from the book that even if an attack was to happen in the room right beside her she may not even know, but something about her made me feel there was more than what meets the eyes, "A girl really?" I asked in a bored tone,

If she let her guard down, if she missed any move, it could be fatal. Her hair remained tightly tied in her bun as she spun, attacked, defended. Two of her opponents were defeated, unconscious after she struck their heads. "Lariel, get down!" She crouches and rolls backwards. "POTENS FULGUR!" Instead of forked lightning, now several smaller, extended bolts of lightning take the form of chains, which directly strike the remaining soldiers. They fall. Sweaty and tired, the girl throws herself to the ground, but still without taking her hand off the axe. The wizard begins to run towards her.

I asked them once they all managed to sit down again. Oro's hands shook as he took a book from the table in front of him and opened it. He coughed and arranged his collar a little bit. A nervous tic. "Emm. My King and Queen" he started "since we realised about the prophecy many years ago. We have actually had several special wolves who dedicated their lives to the cause, investigating any shift in the balance of the realms. And that way would be able to inform us of any change in case the prophecy came near. We do not know if we have an enemy yet, we do not even know if there is an enemy.

“Dear reader, the information in this book was recovered from decades of research, spanning across multiple realms. This book is not a topic of fiction, every chapter contains groups and spells which demand to be taken seriously, by performing one of these spells, you will be taking the risk of repercussions being bestowed upon yourself and any persons related to the spell. I highly urge you to take every precaution possible to remain safe. Some groups do not possess a name, I have described these groups as the names of their surroundings.” Once I read this I panic a little, so this book is a kind of spell book? This alone telling me the other people who are after it, probably want it for a

The thread seemed to settle into place, and the books remained perfectly still as if frozen in time. I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and amazement at the power of the spell and who it was coming from. My best guess was Rune. “And just in time too,” I said as there were many ways my coming here could go wrong. I watched in silence, mesmerized by the thread of light that seemed to hold the books in place. It was as if time itself had been woven into the fabric of the spell, suspending the books in mid-air. It had Rune written all over it.

I’m trying to stall and avoid him from noticing so soon, so I can accomplish it without and disturbance, or without dying. I rushed back to the middle of the bridge, avoiding the steaming hot flesh that coated the mucky, blood, grounds and picked up the oldest and most fragile Dark Spell book Bahm had in his bookshelf. Avoiding this book for a really long while, for it had Hiliana's signature printed on the first page in old English letters, I was worried it would be too much for me to handle, but my sould is also purified by light, unlike his deranged birth mother, but last night I discovered a hidden spell to destroy....