Spellbound Novels & Stories

This isn’t the right time for these lustful emotions. Since I can talk in my hybrid form, I ask her in an agitated voice, “Can you put a protection spell around the house? Someone is using magic to attack you.” The wind beneath her becomes a bit calmer as she narrows her gaze at me. I watch her as she glides gently back to her feet. I think she believes that I am not a threat; although, I wonder what she thinks of me. In my hybrid form, I resemble the outcome of a polar bear mixed with a wolf, as if the two had a baby…just bigger. Much bigger.

And pity transformed into determination. I would bring him back. No matter the cost. *** She lived at the end of a dirt road, in a house hidden among the shadows of the trees. White hair, yellowed eyes, bony hands covered with rings. “You want to break a blood spell,” she said, without me needing to explain. “It’s almost impossible.” “Almost,” I repeated. “But not entirely.” She studied me for a long moment, her old eyes seeming to read my soul. “A blood spell binds two people. To each other. No matter the distance, no matter the time. They will always find a way back.”

He asked. Since she had rat herself out, princess Ghanil did not cover her feelings and turned to We Long with a serious face, “I came here because there is a human who has bewitched your brother and as you know I am betrothed to your brother, I have a say in his business! I know that, that human can make us lose our powers temporarily. Don’t you see that she can threaten our lives? What if your brother meets an enemy when he is with her?” Ghanil Zuki spoke righteously.

(Soul bonding) This was the most dangerous spell in this book. There wasn't a tab on it. That made no sense I read the description making sure I wasn't mistaken. This spell could only be used once and it would combine mine and one other Gods soul. It would make them immortal and they would never be able to be replaced. It was a true binding spell.

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.

"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.

The pack members exchanged glances, recognizing the urgency of addressing Elvie's condition. Morgana approached Elvie, her movements purposeful as she initiated a mystical incantation. "Elvie, daughter of the moon, let the veils that bind you be lifted. Return to the essence that defines you." The room became a canvas for the interplay of supernatural forces as Morgana's spell unfolded. A gentle energy enveloped Elvie, and the unnatural calmness that gripped her began to wane. The transformation, a delicate dance between magic and destiny, unfolded as Elvie's true self emerged from the shadows.