Spellbound Book Series Novels & Stories

“You know too much. The details. The name. Most wolves would not speak so freely.” He leaned forward. “I have seen cases like yours before. The binding takes hold fast. This spell might work if you act quickly.” I picked up the book but my hands shook. Something about his handwriting on the note inside the cover looked familiar. Too familiar. “Where did you get this text?” Lorne shrugged. “Old family collection. Passed down quietly. The spell is on the third page. Blood and moonlight. Simple but powerful.” I opened the book slowly. The handwriting on the margin notes matched the note I had found in Elio’s cellar cache. The same slanted letters. The same ink. My stomach turned.

If there was even a sliver of a way back… My fingers dragged over one particularly ancient tome: bound in silver and wrapped in spell-locked chains. I whispered the unlocking spell, old enough that the air around me shimmered with pale blue glyphs. The book creaked open. “Chronos Binding,” I murmured. The title alone sent a chill down my spine. Inside were diagrams of realms overlapping each other like threads in a tapestry. Old Realm. Divine Plane. Mortal Realm. Abyssal Void.

"You're lying! I don't know you! Sienna must have paid you to frame us!" The sorcerer fell but laughed even more wildly. "Frame you? Alpha Misael, you came with Luna Alayna to my black market that night. You even asked about side effects. Now you won't admit it?" She pulled out a time crystal ball. Inside, the scene showed Alayna asking greedily, "If I use this, the pup inside Sienna's belly will be transferred to mine?" The sorcerer's voice echoed, "Yes, but only if you make the carrier yourself and let her smell it."

a voice that seemed weary said, it was the old man. He has been there for ages, known to a few persons, who have read of the old times, he was the author of the 'moon's light' a book that has been read by almost everyone in that kingdom, he had kept the story alive for the new ages and the book has been distributed to every house and apartment, his own history was written at the end of the book. According to him, they were the third generation of spell casters till it was banned, Noelle concluded he would know much about spells if she meets him facially and reveal everything he knew.

Rohan added as Alexey nodded, she Didn't know, she already carrying Theodore with her. The spell he taught her, she could summon him any time. Theodore is inside her mind, he is part of her. They're always one, soul and body. But she didn't know that yet. And their final battle would happen too soon. ...................... To be continued

“Is that not true?” I put my hand protectively on my belly, stepping away from him, not sure if he was stable enough to be around right now. He was furious and pacing back and forth; I felt like a caged animal. “Only those with the blood of the Red Oak Tribe can cast spells in those books,” he said through his teeth. “I kept it here for protection because if it fell into the wrong hands, it could be dangerous. It’s filled with dark magic and curses that could ultimately be our end.

I threw on a coat, stepped out into the cool mountain air, and headed toward the pack’s library. The library was dark and silent, its massive shelves casting long shadows across the stone floor. I grabbed a lantern from a nearby table, its soft glow illuminating the spines of countless dusty books. “Where do I even start?” I muttered to myself. “Look for records of memory spells,” Nora suggested, her voice cautious. I scanned the shelves, running my fingers over faded titles until one caught my eye: Binding and Breaking: The Mysteries of Memory Magic. I pulled the book down and flipped through its pages, the words blurring together in my rush to find something—anything—that might explain the

“I thought it was just a coincidence, the first we met, I felt that bond and I didn't know why I gave you the name Bella, but something told me then that your name is Bella” “Yes, Bella was Jade's real name back in the past". Lotus answered her. Metatron stepped closer, pulling out a glowing book bound in white leather. “The Goddess gave me this. The real spell book. The one Stefan stole has been switched. This one holds the true spells of creation and rebirth.” “Stefan stole my spell book? But I have….”. "That one is the fake one”. My father interrupted before I could finish. "I really underestimated that sly monster”. I said in an angry tone.

I knew that it was the only place that I would be able to draw strength from if I was forced to go up against my grandmother, as I knew that the souls of my mother’s people still lingered here, or at least I hope that they did. Quickly, I began to look through my mother’s spell books on the shelf, looking for one particular book that I knew held the spell within it to contain my grandmother within the walls of this house. It was my only hope of holding her off until reinforcements got here. But I knew that a binding spell of this magnitude took a lot of magic to pull off, but I had to have faith that my other sides would be strong enough to help me do so. As if someone was looking over me, t

She had to be careful. The book contained spells—spells to disrupt power, to bind magic, and to unearth hidden truths. Her eyes flicked over each page carefully, her breathing steady, as she absorbed every detail. Some of the spells were written in a language she didn’t fully understand, but her instincts guided her through the process. A quiet incantation filled the room as she whispered one of the simplest binding spells, testing its strength. The bulbs flickered in response, dimming ever so slightly as a faint breeze curled through the room.