Spellbound Books Novels & Stories

“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?

Every word I utter quivers their heads as I speak, "Killing an Eldar won't make you any better! Do you think you are using your enchantment righteously!? Such power should not be wielded by those with little brains... like you!" On the spot, I extend one of my spellbooks of creation to confiscate the spells in their books. "What is she doing!?" "Blasphemous!" "Stop her!" They cast powerful forces of enchantment altogether against me but my spellbook absorbs the hundred percent of it. The longer it takes, the harder it is for me to keep the power stable! But I did not stop until the power was completed. The gust and light vanish and another spell was written in my book. All of them knelt down

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.”

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.

Avery looks around quickly, seeing what we’ve done and nods. “Have you ever done this spell?” she asks me. “No,” I tell her. I know the spell, but I’ve never even seen it performed. “May I help you?” she asks me. “Yes, please.” “You know it has to be you. You are the one bonded to him, but that also means your sister and brother can help. It will boost the spell,” she says as she looks at the boiling salve. “I can help as well,” a man with a foreign accent says looking at me.

Belle sat up in bed, using the buttons on the side to adjust the positioning as the nurse had shown her. The book, white with a pentacle on the cover, described the basics of witchcraft in terms even a layman could understand. Her older sister had been kind enough to drop it off, along with a change of clothing and a box of Thornton's continental—her favourite chocolates. According to this book, the spell Damien cast on her would be returned to him threefold.

She pushed that down deep, sipping from stored bags in the fridge. Rain hammered the windows that Tuesday night. Lydia sat at her desk, sorting through a box of new books. One caught her eye: Spirits of the Wild: Bindings and Releases. The cover was cracked leather, smelling like dirt and old forests. She flipped it open, her fingers brushing over faded words in some ancient tongue. "Just a peek," she told herself. Curiosity burned in her chest. She read the spell aloud, soft and quick, like testing a locked door. The air changed. It got heavy, like before a storm. Candles on the shelves flickered wild, shadows dancing on the walls. A rumble started low, from the book itself. Lydia's hands s

After I have heard Kruz and Clara talking, I was paranoid of my own shadow. I looClked through the shelves and found a steel box with a lock on it. The key in my hand heloed me expose the books to my sight. These were some powerful spell books and also a very detailed exolanation of the causes, symptoms and results of those spells and curses. I looked for the particular one, the one she gave me when I was going to perfrom the ritual for the first time.

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

“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?