Spellbound Book Series Novels & Stories

“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.”

Nonetheless, they made me feel hurt, helpless, and pathetic. It was a blessing in disguise that I spent all the time outside work practicing magic. That allowed me to lock the door saying, “private life” and bury a key. I was diligent at studying the demonic language. I even made my own notes based on what Immara found. After two months, now I felt confident of planning the breaking spell ritual in detail. I asked Grandma and Aunt Kira to help me perform the locating spell which supposed to help us find the sacred place with the highest level of inner energy. Aunt was so excited that she even came three hours earlier than we were supposed to meet.

“Yes.” “Wow,” she said in equal measure of awe and horror. This book was a deabru spellbook of sorts. It had caused more than its fair share of havoc on her family. The spell that tore her dad’s soul in two, causing him to live a split existence as twins for hundreds of years came from that book. The spell that killed Balric the Betrayer’s son came from the same book and started a spur of murders through him, Mom, and Ian that took almost a hundred werewolf lives cause of it.

The book looks ancient, in an intriguing way, old leather binds the pages together. “Come look at this.” I call over to Creed. Skimming my fingers along the cover. It’s so beautiful, I start skimming the first few pages seeing simpler spells like, blindness spell, forgetness spell, protection spell, as I keep scanning each page the spells get more and more complicated. “What did you find?” Creed asks when he gets up to me. “My mothers spell book… there are some very complicated spells In this.” I whisper out loud. Creeds pov.

They landed, instead, on the heap of clothes piled on the floor—the crimson side-slit dress, the white lace slip, the sheer stockings, a man's shirt, a black tie, a belt… The belt buckle's cold glint was a physical assault, piercing his eyes and heart. His body shook violently, his teeth chattered, and his vision instantly blurred.

And pity transformed into determination. I would bring him back. No matter the cost. *** She lived at the end of a dirt road, in a house hidden among the shadows of the trees. White hair, yellowed eyes, bony hands covered with rings. “You want to break a blood spell,” she said, without me needing to explain. “It’s almost impossible.” “Almost,” I repeated. “But not entirely.” She studied me for a long moment, her old eyes seeming to read my soul. “A blood spell binds two people. To each other. No matter the distance, no matter the time. They will always find a way back.”

She says. Yep, she’s young and no, she's not stupid. I’m beginning to see that she’s wise beyond her years. Rich asks her questions about the spell and how it is cast. She answers his questions, giving him the information he needs. “But there is another way for the spell to cast.” We all focus on her. “If Guardian Emlyn were to reject you and then also break the Guardian bond to you, the spell will cast, even without your rejection. Beta Gwen wanted two possible options to eliminate loopholes in the spell.”

“Don’t worry about me. Castiel and his men will be here soon. Before he gets to you, you must find the location of the book.” Okay, but how? “There is a spell that only you have the potential to perform. But to initiate the spell, another powerful spell needs to be done first.” What another spell? “It could be anything, but it must be powerful enough to trigger a chain reaction, that will provide strength to you for the second spell. You have the souls of the wolves with you?” Yes. “Then you can use the soul-reviving spell as the initiating catalyst spell. It will boost your abilities to do the next spell immensely and you will get all the lives of the wolves back too.”

My eyes became wet and dull as I placed my arms on the manchette of the chair. "Crescent Moon pack, what's with them? Thought we were done with this conversation Xavier." "I don't know, there is something with that Isabella girl. I mean this is not the first time it's happening. I looked into her eyes today and all I could see were memories of that throne room." Hunter flicked his hands in front of his nose as if he wanted to get rid of a bad smell. "Xavier I don't understand whatever it is you are saying. You and I both know that memories of that throne room still hunts you. So I don't see why you should see a big deal out of whatever you saw in the cell room.

he asked mockingly. "Xavier, how is it possible?" his aunt's voice instantly put him on alert. Even Sebastian sat up straighter. "What happened?" the Alpha King asked. "The magical spell I had cast on the library, the section that comprises books about our Kind has been breached... by a human girl."