Spellbound Novels & Stories

“You are more. This is what we were meant to be.” “I feel like I’ve changed overnight, again.” I whispered, fingertips brushing against the slight glow beneath my skin. “Because you have. The bond unlocked something buried. Something they tried to hide.” My breath caught. “Who?” Sable didn’t answer immediately. Her silence pressed heavy against me, until finally, she murmured, “I still don’t know. It’s like smoke around a memory… but it’s old. Buried..” A tremor slid down my spine. “Why would someone put a spell on a child?”

They all said the same thing. “The spell is bound by blood and body material so it cannot be broken by ordinary means. It can only be broken by the one who placed the spell or the spell’s catalyst.” This was the words of the last wizard we visited which was the exact words of the rest of them. I decided to take the last ditch of effort I have left in me when I reached my office. I closed the door behind and dialed Aunt Bella’s number and she picked up on the second ring. “I thought you’d never call.” She echoed on the other side of the phone.

Warriors follow her lead, moving silently, stripping the humans of anything that might be dangerous when the spell finally releases them. Tara sinks down beside me, one hand lightly resting on my back, lending me her silent support. I will not falter or lose my grip. I’m strong enough to do this. I will make the world safe for Scarlett and my and Soren’s little boy who’s still waiting to be conceived. I pour everything I have into the spell. Every drop of power. Every last thread of focus. And slowly, surely, the weight of their memories bends to my will.

“Even then, the spell might finish if enough blood has already been spilled.” I stared at him. “That’s impossible.” “Yes.” His smile was bitter. “I know.” I stood there, my mind racing through every strategy and watching each one collapse. “How do I stop a spell that might finish even after the caster is dead?” I asked. “You don’t.” Aldric reached into his robes and pulled out a small crystal that glowed with faint light. “But this might. It’s a disruptor. If you can get close enough to touch her while she’s casting, activate this. It should shatter the binding before it locks in.”

Just like that, fabric unfurled like waves, lifting coffins out of the ground as if like a magic trick. One by one, infant spirits broke free from their wooden prisons. I pointed at them, then back at Jim. "See them? Some never got to talk, some never even saw the world. They're just like you, trapped between life and death. In seven days, this place will be as spooky as it gets. Are you in? Will you fight with me, even if it's to the death?"

“If I kill them, more come seeking vengeance. If I hide you, they hunt the mystery. But if we make you untouchable, they eventually tire of reaching for what they cannot grasp.” She took his small hands in hers. “Close your eyes. It’s time for the Keeper’s Spell.” Kenny squeezed his eyes shut. “Is it going to hurt?” “No. It’s going to feel like a second skin. One made of glass and starlight.” Lyra began the incantation, her voice a low hum that vibrated the floorboards. “Solis umbra, fati custodia. What is seen is held; what is held is hidden.” “I feel... cold,” Kenny muttered, his fingers twitching in hers.

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

She stands up and stretches, before rubbing her wrists and then she walks over to her bag on the floor and pulls out her book of spells. Always Standing next to her, I watch her constantly as she prepares for the spell and then starts to speak. “Hear me now. Let what has been done, be undone, and made right. Shall the spell be broken, and no harm come to them.” The minute she says the words, I hear Arabella’s voice. “They are waking up!” She exclaims.

I thought he wasn’t going to answer but at last he lifted his head and looked at me. “I have super speed, but you already know that one”, he paused. “Yeah, I saw you that day when you left the parking lot.” “Yeah. I can gilt, predict the future and also shoot ice from my body through my hands”, he said. “Gilt?” “Umm, gilt is disappearing from one point and appearing on the other”, he explained. “You mean, you can disappear from here and appear on that corner across the room?” I asked with surprise. He chuckled and said, “Yep, that’s how I roll. You want a demonstration?”

she said quite boldly as if she were beginning a lecture or some sort of inspirational speech. “A friend?” I raised a brow at her. “He is a healer as well,” she continued, “It takes time, but he can extract Damien’s venom from your blood and turn you back into an angel. Your soul will still be slightly tainted by it, but you will still be able to enter Heaven and be with me afterward.”