Novel & Cerita Spellbound Novel Online

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

It was so grateful to the eye that Cassandra breathed in awe. "Oh Freyja's Hair! The spell has been broken! The spell has been broken!" Owlyn squeaked. They heard the Groundsler squealing with the sound of a dying pig as the piercing light cast all over the room. The creature of dark underground could not stand the harsh brilliancy and began to retreat to where it had come. Cassandra watched the wonderful sight, and out of the shimmering light appeared a fair young woman about her age.

“Come in!” To my relief, it was Sybill. She looked more regal than ever, her long hair lying over her shoulders like a waterfall of silken strands. “I felt you might need some guidance,” she said, her voice a soothing balm to my nerves. “May I?” I nodded, and she took a seat beside me, her presence grounding. “I found out some things about the spells you encountered,” she began, her eyes scanning my face for any sign of fear. “The book you hold is a powerful artifact, capable of amplifying one’s innate abilities. But it also requires a balance, knowledge and responsibility. You must be careful.”

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.

"Looks like a journal… or a grimoire." "Whose?" "Someone named Synx." Icarus frowned. "That name isn’t unfamiliar to me…" "Look at this," I pointed to a passage where the handwriting grew firmer, as if the author wanted to ensure no one would skip it: ‘The first bond blessed by the moon was not an accident, nor a gift from the gods. It was a spell. Created by me.’ We fell silent for a moment. I felt my heart hammering in my chest. "A spell?" Icarus whispered, his eyes fixed on the page. "Then all this… is older than it seems."

Not unless they find the mirror where I buried it. But no. I’m not going down like this. I won’t give up. I can’t give up. I turned to Cayden. My voice trembled with something between fury and desperation. “You really believe her?” The prophet stepped forward again, cool and steady. “Alpha, soul-shifting cases have been reported before. The spell comes from a forbidden text one used by werewolves who’ve trained in shadow magic. They say it’s taught by a dark figure. One that visits in the dead of night.”

The further I delved into the book, the stronger the sensation grew—a peculiar warmth spreading from my fingertips, curling up my arms and settling deep within my chest. I paused, my hand resting on a page filled with an elaborate spell. The symbols swirled in a delicate pattern, almost as if they were alive, shifting subtly under my gaze. The hum of energy beneath my skin intensified, and for a moment, I felt a strange pull—an undeniable connection to the book, to the magic within it.

"But we have to be careful. If he's as scary as I think we can make no mistake." I nodded, my determination tightening. "We'll do it. Whatever it takes." Over the next few days, we delved into the shadowy world of Sebastian Grey, gathering bits and pieces of information from various sources. He seemed to be following a spell—Grey’s path was impenetrable, his relationships buried deep in deceit and conspiracy. As we learned more about his actions, it became clear that Gray was not just a minor player but an influential figurehead. Its reach extended beyond Lawson's policies and involved powerful individuals and institutions.

I knew that it was the only place that I would be able to draw strength from if I was forced to go up against my grandmother, as I knew that the souls of my mother’s people still lingered here, or at least I hope that they did. Quickly, I began to look through my mother’s spell books on the shelf, looking for one particular book that I knew held the spell within it to contain my grandmother within the walls of this house. It was my only hope of holding her off until reinforcements got here. But I knew that a binding spell of this magnitude took a lot of magic to pull off, but I had to have faith that my other sides would be strong enough to help me do so. As if someone was looking over me, t

Together, we began reciting the words from the spell, our voices blending in perfect harmony. As the chains binding the prisoners clattered to the ground, a young woman with chestnut brown hair stepped forward, her eyes shining with wonder. "You were right, Melissa. The prophecy is true - they are the ones," she breathed, a reverent smile spreading across her face. Melissa returned the smile, taking the book from our hands. "This belonged to your mother, Avalynn. I believe it has found its rightful owner once more." I stared at the tome, a strange sense of connection and power surging through me. These were my mother's spells, her knowledge - a legacy passed down to me.