Spellbound Novel By Kazzen Novels & Stories

I teased lightly, "Fabian probably has a dozen ways to keep them occupied without resorting to video games. He's quite resourceful, you know." Kael turned to me, a hint of amusement in his eyes, acknowledging the enjoyment I was getting from this. "Maybe so, but this way, we know exactly where they are and what they're doing. Besides, a little gaming never hurt anyone." Shortly, Fabian, Ky, and Knox arrived together. Fabian initiated the spell, guiding us to join hands in a circle as he began chanting. However, his efforts were abruptly halted, and he mused aloud, his confusion evident in his pause. "That is strange... So strange."

“I ordered my men to clean the mess you left at Calder’s apartment.” “Thank you for letting me know,” Kain said with a nod. “Alpha King.” “If you betray Sebastien, you know what will happen to you,” Zarah started. “I’m aware of the consequences, priestess.” “Good. Now give me your hands.” They offered their hands out. Zarah made a cut on my father’s palm before she did the same on Kain’s. “Shake your hands together, and don’t let go.” Zarah began her binding spell as soon as they gripped each other’s hand. This one was different from what she did before with Grady and his pack members.

Time spiraled, woven into a tapestry of memories, and the attic transformed into a realm of softer, stranger realities. What unfolded before her was a ritual chamber unlike any she had ever witnessed, rich with an age-old energy that pulsed through the air. Flames flickered grandly in iron braziers, casting warm light upon mirrored glyphs engraved into the cold stone floor, each rune alive with potent magic. At the heart of the chamber stood Mirabella Jordan, wreathed in a surreal halo of white fire, her presence commanding and serene. Her hair, intricately braided in ceremonial coils, cascaded down her back in a display of elegance, while her hands hovered steadily above an open Book—the sa

Maeve’s POV Holding the spellbook in my hands, I could feel the power radiating off it. It was amazing that I couldn’t feel the power until the safe was open, but now I’m staring down at it, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. This spellbook once belonged to my mother and it was a book that only an Enigma could use, which meant when my baby was old enough, he’d be able to use this book. It was filled with dark magic and spells that could destroy the entire world if not careful. This was a book that didn’t belong in the hands of King Arlan.

The time alone to reconnect was exactly what they needed. ________________ Cressida continued looking in her book of spells. She needed something unique for the chosen couple. Not just any spell would do. It had to be one that was binding and could work quickly. As she flipped through the pages, she was getting angrier and angrier. Cressida blamed Zoe and Ryder for everything bad that had happened to her recently.

********** Sisters of the Virani, and all my deceased kin, Hear me now today, as I call you from within. Susan was mixing up a concussion with the souls she’d just collected from the graveyard. She was making a spell on a boiling pot of green flames; this spell was quite different from the ageing spell she had in mind to prepare before. She rarely changes spells, but there could only be one reason that made her change her plans so swiftly; one reason that could have been so important, and that reason is none other than Rabbi Sinclair.

Pushing her jealously aside, it was quite adorable to watch. Kiaan was looking through Damien’s stack of graphic novels when he held up a book. The cover was black and covered in white symbols, including the encircled pentagram he'd drawn on the floor in blood. "Is this where you got the spell?" Kiaan asked. "Erm, no." Damien coughed. "I... well it sort of... came to me in a dream." "Seriously?" Jess asked. Silence fell over the room as Damien paced, scratching his head.

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.

He is afraid of Anita but later gets to see that she is harmless and likes her so he doesn’t want to make an enemy of her. Princess Ghanil Zuki- A blue flame ice phoenix. The chosen bride to be for Ronald and the only one to inherit the female leader of Alien Lands. Interested in Ronald and hates any person that comes near him. Hope you will enjoy the coming chapters. Time Change: Daily Update at 1300 hrs EAT. Keep your jewels coming and support by sharing so that we can take this story to as many people as possible. Thank You. Masky Angel. Follow me on I*******m and F******k.

She explained. “Then, I am in support of it.” He said. Casandra stood up and walked into the Castle and brought out a book. It was a white enchanted book. in her hand, the book started glowing. She keeps on enchanting spells. Reciting some enchanted words. The glowing light faded and she turned to them. “Done,” she said with a smile. “Are you sure?” Cynthia asked and Casandra frowned. She hated when she was being doubted.