Spellbound Novels & Stories

Instead of a protective barrier, the spell had unleashed something far more sinister. She knows the spell she cast that day was not one of protection at all. In her desperation, Demika had attempted a revealing spell, seeking to unearth the true nature of the creature that had attacked Selena. But as she cast the spell, she was pulled into a vision, a nightmarish realm where the air was thick with malevolence. She remembers the vision she had while attempting to cast the spell—a vision so terrifying that it left her convulsing on the floor, her mind shattered by the sight of the creature that attacked Selena.

Uncle Zeb says. Uncle Zeb moves his hand across my neck, and I watch as beautiful colors dance through the air. "NOW!" Uncle Jeb screams. Uncle Zeb grabs the amulet when Uncle Jeb screams at him. The amulet illuminates and begins to float off of my neck. It moves around the room as colors escape the amulet. The amulet seems to turn inside out and then moves quickly back to my neck. Uncle Zeb and Uncle Jeb touch my amulet, and something begins to move into my body. I am not burning or hurting as the magic from the amulet spills into my body.

“An earring?” “Yes, I’m guessing it’s what's keeping his magical powers sealed. It was black in color so I’m guessing Adam Kiryu had the help of a wizard or a witch. It’s most likely black magic.” “Adam that bastard!” As my mother started cursing him I got a call. It was from Yohan “Quincy!” He yelled my name as soon as I answered the call. “Yes?” I wonder why he called so soon? “....I just wanted to ask you something.” His answer came after some gap

She was gathering all her energy, every bit of power she had. "It's all right, Aurora," Sloane said. She didn't look back at me. "I promised Ayda I'd protect her daughter. I won't break that promise." Malachar's expression changed. For the first time, he looked uncertain. "What are you doing?" he asked. "A sealing spell," Sloane said. "The kind that requires a life to activate." "You'll die," Malachar said. "I know," Sloane said. The white fire around her grew brighter. Hotter. It spread across the battlefield like a wave.

The barrier flared brighter, forcing the spiders back with a hiss of protest. But it wasn’t enough. “These things aren’t stopping,” Jake said, his blade gleaming in the dim light. “They’re tied to her,” I replied, my voice strained. “If I can sever that connection, they’ll fall.” “And if you can’t?” he asked, his tone tight. “Then we burn them,” I said, rising to my feet. The air crackled with tension as I prepared the spell. I drew a circle of salt around myself, whispering words of power as I poured my energy into the symbols etched on the ground. The spiders outside the barrier seemed to sense the shift, their movements growing more frantic.

I’m trying to stall and avoid him from noticing so soon, so I can accomplish it without and disturbance, or without dying. I rushed back to the middle of the bridge, avoiding the steaming hot flesh that coated the mucky, blood, grounds and picked up the oldest and most fragile Dark Spell book Bahm had in his bookshelf. Avoiding this book for a really long while, for it had Hiliana's signature printed on the first page in old English letters, I was worried it would be too much for me to handle, but my sould is also purified by light, unlike his deranged birth mother, but last night I discovered a hidden spell to destroy....

"We're almost there! Just a little further!" "I am here, Ryan! I am not letting go!" Seraphina cried out, her voice echoing across the cosmos. She focused her mind, projecting her intent deep into the matrix of the spell. *Let this shield be a source of strength. Heal the broken. Amplify the good intentions of every soul who walks the path of light. Let harmony be their natural state!*

The parchment burst into flames, not burning but transforming—the ash swirling upward in a spiral of silver smoke. The smoke split into three threads, each one curling toward them, seeping into their skin where the blood had been drawn. Rita gasped as it hit her—a connection, sudden and sure, like a second heartbeat nestled beside her own. Freda’s eyes glowed faintly. "It’s done." Pru exhaled, flexing her fingers. "Woah." Rita pressed a hand to her chest, where the bond hummed. She could feel them—Freda’s steady determination, Pru’s sharp intuition—like threads of light woven into her own magic.

I closed my eyes, letting the power within awaken. At first, it was like a flicker of light in the darkness, faint and uncertain. But as I focused, it grew stronger, illuminating the world around me in ways I couldn’t see before. The runes glowed brighter in my mind’s eye, their intricate patterns revealing themselves. The threads of the spell became visible, weaving together in a complex web of energy. “Elara?” Andrew’s voice broke through my concentration. “I see it,” I whispered, my eyes snapping open. “I see the spell.”

he said, stretching out his hand, and Jason handed it to him. "Thales is a unique name," I whispered beside Jason, and he simply gave me the stink eye. "The binding spell is a truly ancient one, and imbued with dark magic. The magic from that massacre site has fused with these spells binding this orb over time. It's really strong. So a couple of minutes won't undo all of that… but we can try." Thorne said and closed his eyes. He chanted in a whisper, and we watched as the orb began to crack.