Spellbound Book Series Novels & Stories

The shadows at the edges of the runes shivered like they were tasting the air for blood, for fear, for dominance. Sierra clenched her fists, fingers grazing the chalk. She whispered the trigger phrase, her voice tight, sharp. A flicker of silver sparked at her fingertips—but it was wilder than usual. The shadows responded instantly, snaking higher, twisting faster than she expected. Her anger, her jealousy, her protectiveness over Malick—it all fed the spell, amplifying it beyond the controlled parameters she’d intended.

Each with flesh inside however, one piece of flesh is clearly a lot bigger than the others and when Christie looks at me confused I simply tell her that I wanted him to feel extra pain. The elder takes us into his backyard and what he has set out looks a little bit like a seance with an altar in the middle. It’s not what I expected, however I do have a good feeling about what I am trying to do. I pull out the spell book that I have been putting together with a few spells from the archives and a couple of small spells that I have made up myself then I turn to the page that I hope will break their mate bond and although it’s a spell, I have made up. It also has properties of other spells blend

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

Not the peace bought by victory, but the peace that comes after surrender, not to another’s will, but to the truth of endings. Elara walked the spire’s winding stairs alone. There was no summoning bell, no royal guards, no whispers of intrigue or rivalry. The throne room, once a place of terror and hope, had been remade: no seat of power, just shelves of memory, old banners folded in shadow, records written in every tongue. The only throne that remained was a low desk, shaped of moonstone and scales, empty except for a single, blank book. She touched its cover. The book hummed with latent power, woven through by the spells of a hundred different hands: witches, vampires, wolves, and mortals.

‘If I learn the complete version of the spell now, would my golden cores increase drastically again? ‘Honestly, I’m getting kind of scared.’ After that, he saw another nine types of forbidden spells: The Great Storm Spell… The Great Flame Spell… The Great Void Spell… The Great Seal Spell… The Great Silencing Spell… The Great Summoning Spell… The Great Reincarnation Spell… and The Great Resurrection Spell. ‘Oh my god, this means I’ve gathered all of them!’ ‘The Holy Book is so powerful. To think it’s my family heirloom…’

The fate bond that bound us felt like shackles around my soul, controlling my every desire. I glanced back down at the old, leather-bound book Grandpa Seb had given me. It was filled with spells and charms, including the one he used to hide my mark and suppress the call of my mate. My hands shook with determination as I pored over the pages. The spell was intricate but manageable. I needed to gather the ingredients and practice the incantation, just in case I had to strengthen it. The thought of facing Gabe again, of losing control, filled me with self-loathing.

“I thought it might be a good place to write the spells and everything down? You can use a spell to hide them so that only those you allow to see it can see the spells.” Willow takes the book curiously. It already looks old but in more of a cool, antique way than a dusty attic way. Maybe this will help? Since that day she unlocked everything her mind has been overwhelmed with the amount of information she’s been told: spells, magic, potions, and everything else at that. Maybe writing them down will free her mind slightly?

Hi Everyone! Thanks for reading Enchanting the Prince. I hope you enjoyed this second book in the Guardian's Next Generation series. I saw several of you ask if Leana and Drake would get their own book. They will, but not before Xander and Maeve get their book. Look for Spellbound in early March. This story will back up in time to show you how Maeve lost her parents and how she came to work for Beta Trevor and Gwen. As with ETP, there will be some crossover with times and events from Shattered Bonds as Spellbound will cover the war from the witch's side.

The one she swore she’d never open unless she had to. It wasn’t really a book anymore at all. It used to be, once — long ago, before water and smoke and teeth and panic had worked on it. Now it was a block. Thick and lopsided, bound in mismatched leather, edges burned and split. Half the pages were gone, charred to curls. The writing that remained had bled in places, ink like old blood, symbols Baylee didn’t recognize, stuttering between languages that shouldn’t have sat together.

Raff whispers, kissing along my neck. Drelduin purrs and sends a puff of smoke our way. The smoke swirls around us, then over to the Brazier. We watch and I chant the chant found in the family spell book that destroys an enchanted object that was created by anyone in our family. Raff tosses the herbs I asked him to prepare earlier today and, instead of a match, we use the most powerful fire available; Dragon Fire. Drelduin’s body rumbles and he blows a steady and concentrated stream of flames at the object and soon we hear a loud crack followed by what sounds like a scream and a powerful blast of power that knocks Raff and I back. Drelduin’s tail swirls around, stabilizing us, before he shif