Spellbound Novel By Kazzen Novels & Stories

The hours stretched on as Ares and Kael pored over the spell book, its yellowed pages heavy with the weight of ancient knowledge. The words blurred in Ares’ vision, a jumble of incantations and symbols she couldn’t quite make sense of. She had been so sure that this was the way forward, that breaking the curse would be as simple as deciphering the right spell. But the deeper they dug, the more elusive the answers seemed.

Irritation gripped Azriel, but still, he pressed on, refusing to let irritation break his focus. Zen uttered a spell, but it didn't work on Azriel. The discovery both confused and disturbed him. Clearly, he was protected by a force far stronger than he had anticipated. It could be either Atlas or......his brother himself. Zen closed his eyes and murmured a powerful spell. Kael staggered backward, his knees wobbling as the force took hold. His vision blurred, colors and shapes melting into a haze, and his growl was strained, guttural, and edged with frustration. Every step wavered, his claws digging in for balance, but he refused to yield. The spell clawed at him, but the wolf didn't give up

“Someone paid you to attack a Lilim bonded to me. And you accepted.” “I didn’t know she was bonded to you!” Zara raised her hands, the defense spell trembling. “Meizan said it was just an investigation. Just information. I wasn’t going to hurt her!” “You touched her.” I took another step. “Your filthy magic tried to enter her mind.” “And it didn’t work!” Zara was crying now. Tears of fear ran down her face. “She’s strong. My spell didn’t even get through. She didn’t even feel anything!”

Grandma and Kira showed up first. “Kass… is this the place we found with the locating spell?” Grandma asked agitated. “Yes. And this time I will need to channel your energy as well. My energy may not be strong enough to break the spell and hold the protective shield at the same time,” I explained. “Kass, you know we don't have the ability to make shields like you do,” Kira stated, worried. “I will make one,” I smirked, “You will just have to do everything you can to maintain it through the entire ritual, no matter what would happen…”

She looked nothing like the jolly, old Maymunah who had been talking to them a few minutes ago. "Kuring nelepon ka anjeun ... OH, angin kuat QYEPOE, datang ka abdi nulungan, niup ka tungtung jagat raya sarta manggihan kuring jawaban anu kuring pilari." In all truth, Killian expected some spectacular sight… like books lifting off shelves off their own volition… or at least something in that sense, But there was nothing. The white light in Maymunah’s eyes vanished, but she was still nowhere near normal. With a flick of her hand, the book of spells flew back to its shelf, only to be replaced by another.

he urged, leaning forward, eager to hear every detail. Selena settled onto a nearby chair, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint. "Well, it started with me discovering a powerful spell hidden within an ancient book," she recounted, her voice filled with animated enthusiasm. "This spell granted me the ability to control an army of undead creatures, and with them, I marched towards Caleb's kingdom, overwhelming his defenses." Kevin's gaze intensified, captivated by Selena's tale. "And what happened next?" he inquired, his curiosity mounting.

"You're right. We have to make sure he's safe—" "No. Do what you have to do. Leave this to us," Manjiro suggests, and I'm impressed. They discuss with others methods they could do to find Andrew. After securing the power, I flipped the pages further and was flabbergasted when I found an unexpected spell: Haiban's spell of creation. I touch my name written on this page. Not just mine but Haiban, Zaeramil, and Lanasia are listed here as tributes to the creators of the spell.

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.

But what needs to be asked is how many are involved, and even of more importance if they have used any of the spells that give them great power. The drive is made in utter silence. The silence is so deafening that one can clearly hear the heartbeat of the one sitting next to you. Dagon, who seems to babble the moment he gets nervous, is driving not only me but Azron insane. Mirabelle has completely shut off. Ever so often, I reach behind my chair and rub her leg in my own way of assuring that it shall be okay. The fact I can not guarantee any that anything is going to be. Of all the enemies we have taken, it is a Book that we end up fearing the most. But then Azron turns down a street I am n

“Oh, my Goddess. Bronx, that’s when I ordered Leticia to cut out your eye.” Bronx kisses my hand. “Put it all together Kas. What book?” I close my eyes again and think back. A hazy image of a heavy tome being wrapped in a thick leather bag, a man bowing his head as he accepts the bag from my hands. I recite a spell. It is a combination of protection, glamor, and concealment. He recites it back to me and his face becomes unavailable to my eyes. I watch him take the precious package into a portal, disappearing into thin air.