Spellbound Novel By Kazzen Novels & Stories

They were just books written by people that either made spells or collected spells, so when you opened it up, it was random. I flipped through the pages. I still had a few days left before the possible resurrection spell could be performed, but if I didn't figure this out soon, then Kezia was as good as dead. I threw the book across the room. This wasn't a teleport spell, at least not for people. I paced back and forth in my bedroom, trying to think about what to do.

Those men continued to search the entire place, and when no evidence was found, they left the premise, probably continuing their search. Kazal heaved a deep, relieved sigh when their presence was completely gone from his radar. He had been holding in his breath nervously the entire time they walked past the barrier he created, worrying if they noticed the difference in the matrix and began suspecting him casting a spell. After breaking off the spell, Kazal turned to the injured man and inspected his injuries. His wounds were severe, severe enough to predict that he wouldn’t survive the next day. That being said, Kazal didn’t have enough power to heal all his injuries, so with a bit of hesita

I ask achingly “After the three days banquet with the king. That will be more than enough time to be able to get the strands of hair, right?” “Yeah, so do you have a dark art spell book for the altering of fated mates? Since dark art spell books are very limited editions and an individual is not permitted to have it, save for an institution or organization registered under the King's government.” I ask cautiously “Definitely Hermione, your grandmother got legs…” She grins, standing up “Give me a minute, I'll go get the dark art spell book vol.0 for you to see.” Grandmother walks to her room.

Entering the packhouse, Zion returned to the room previously used by his witch and stumbled upon alarming inscriptions in a notebook marked, "He's mine." Zion opened the book, absorbing the information that revealed Kelson's crush on him since their first encounter. As he sank to his feet, still perusing what he recognized as Kelson's diary, his soul trembled at the devious acts Kelson had undertaken to deter other females from approaching him. Turning to the most recent entry, dated just a day prior, declared her resolve to eliminate Sky permanently. Within the pages, he discovered a spell intended to banish Sky's banshee like he asked but what he didn't realize was that Kelson went a step

Everything he did was to keep his child safe. I turned back to my grandma, and she nodded to the house. “Close your eyes. Focus on the spell. The words will come.” I nodded and faced the cabin. Shutting my eyes and turning my entire focus to the spell I was weaving. The statues that had sucked in every drop of Carl’s sacrifice stood as beacons, power overflowing from them. The spell, a net cast over the cabin, was strong, but I could feel the weak spots. The spell was left unfinished, and if left this way, the woven threads would weaken, shredding apart at those weak points.

Lucindo is an abominable evil of the ancestors making and if the ancestors can be daft enough to connive with him to ruin everything in this city then they must be stopped. I looked around to study our situation. Bastaina is dead, Cedric is being imprisoned by a magical block, mom has shifted to a full wolf but is being restrained by magic, Hilda has a boundary spell shielding anyone from going inside the circle or leaving the circle. Suzy is injured and not healing at all, so in other words, I'm my family's last resort and any move I take must be in our favor because if I get bound by dark magic too, then we are as good as dead.

Just yesterday, I was happy, living a perfect life with the man I loved. “Aria? Are you listening to me?” Caelum’s voice pulls me from my thoughts, and I look at him, startled. He touches my shoulder, sending a shiver down my spine. “We’re here.” “Oh, right. Great,” I mumble distractedly. Without saying another word, I head straight to the castle library. My focus is on finding anything about binding spells. Hours pass, but I lose all sense of time. My mind is buried in words and symbols, and only my determination keeps me alert. But then, a strange sound makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

As Sable delved deeper into the book, she discovered a section dedicated to elemental magic—a topic that resonated deeply with her. The pages were filled with intricate diagrams and instructions on harnessing the power of fire, water, earth, and air. Eager to put her newfound knowledge into practice, Sable ventured back to the sacred grove where she had obtained the pendant. With the crystal of eternity pulsating around her neck and the Book of Ancients clasped firmly in her hand, she stood facing a mighty oak tree.

Her expression was slightly pinched as if she were trying her best to concentrate. “Something is wrong.” Mabel spoke after a long time. “What is it?” My mother moved toward her, and I could see she was worried. Thinking of her as my mother was strange, but referencing her as anything else was even more strange. As I watched them, I wondered why I never questioned my birth. She had red hair, while my father had brown hair. “The spell isn’t working.” Mabel picked up her spell book and started scanning the page where the book had been opened.

When it fell on the letter, a few more words emerged. Apparently, there were two parts to the letter, but the second part was only visible when the paper was submerged in water. Kiran quickly fetched some water and wet the paper. A line of red handwriting came into view. “I carry the zombie fate spell in me, cast by my sister, Fiona, before she died. Every year, the spell attacks and puts its victim into a state of eternal sleep. The victim can only be revived by the Mawi Tribe’s fatal spell, failing which they will die. If Kiran’s whereabouts are still unknown at that time, I shall donate Mysticor Enterprise as the York family's final contribution to society…”