Spellbound Novel By Kazzenlx Novels & Stories

of, I think I like the fact that people are scared of me are they tremble at the mention of my name because they're not sure what hell I will bring up on this earth and I certainly like it. Lost in my thoughts I didn’t even realize when I completed The circle of my blood covering the ashes which now restricted me inside itself, it meant until the spell is over I cannot step a foot outside that particular circle so I placed that stone on my palm and started chanting the spells although I was doing it with my full concentration still I was feeling like nothing was happening, like I was doing something wrong like the spell was not working but it couldn't be possible because I was sure I read i

My eyes became wet and dull as I placed my arms on the manchette of the chair. "Crescent Moon pack, what's with them? Thought we were done with this conversation Xavier." "I don't know, there is something with that Isabella girl. I mean this is not the first time it's happening. I looked into her eyes today and all I could see were memories of that throne room." Hunter flicked his hands in front of his nose as if he wanted to get rid of a bad smell. "Xavier I don't understand whatever it is you are saying. You and I both know that memories of that throne room still hunts you. So I don't see why you should see a big deal out of whatever you saw in the cell room.

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.

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.

“You've always found your way back. Maybe the sin of lust just needs a spell that can guide you back. The book seemed to call me, and without you noticing, I was taking it out of Octavius' hands. The leather sang on my fingers, and the golden cape of the other hissed against my palm, recognizing her owner and all the powers that surrounded her. Maybe it was because of the lack of the Lucifer necklace, but I felt infinitely stronger now, and the books in my hands seemed to feel the same way. So, remembering the magic that was now trying to get used to with my soul, I raised my eyes to Kyra and Jensen, who paled even more when they noticed.

he asked mockingly. "Xavier, how is it possible?" his aunt's voice instantly put him on alert. Even Sebastian sat up straighter. "What happened?" the Alpha King asked. "The magical spell I had cast on the library, the section that comprises books about our Kind has been breached... by a human girl."

Her grandmother looked out the window and felt strange about what she was doing outside the house at midnight. Tazaana recited the spell as she held the necklace and closed her eyes: "WHEN DAY AND NIGHT MEET, THE BLACK MIST OCCURS." After she recited the spell, the wind blew hard along with the lightning of the sky, which was illuminated by the moonlight and was covered by dark clouds. Her grandmother shouted, calling her name. "Tazaana! What are you doing there? Run away fast Tazaana!! " She remained there and did not run away. Of course, her grandmother's screams could not be heard because of the window that was still closed, along with the thunder.

Magic pulsed from the pages like a heartbeat. And staring right at me? A title written in old, curling ink: “Luna of the Cursed Moon” I blinked. Nope. No thank you. I wanted a self-care spell, not a prophecy. I tried to turn the page—except the book bit me. “No. Ohhh no. We are NOT doing this fate-destiny-cosmic-mate nonsense. I just cleaned up a glitter chicken with sass issues!” But too late. Magic curled from the page like smoke, surrounding me, whispering…

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.

“Don’t worry about me. Castiel and his men will be here soon. Before he gets to you, you must find the location of the book.” Okay, but how? “There is a spell that only you have the potential to perform. But to initiate the spell, another powerful spell needs to be done first.” What another spell? “It could be anything, but it must be powerful enough to trigger a chain reaction, that will provide strength to you for the second spell. You have the souls of the wolves with you?” Yes. “Then you can use the soul-reviving spell as the initiating catalyst spell. It will boost your abilities to do the next spell immensely and you will get all the lives of the wolves back too.”