Spellbound Novels & Stories

They landed, instead, on the heap of clothes piled on the floor—the crimson side-slit dress, the white lace slip, the sheer stockings, a man's shirt, a black tie, a belt… The belt buckle's cold glint was a physical assault, piercing his eyes and heart. His body shook violently, his teeth chattered, and his vision instantly blurred.

People were confused about the happenings as things like this has never happened before, She raised her right hand to the sky this time, her eyes has turned to red as her body shook in terror "I Princess Shebba of Harlet Moon Pack Reject you Eden Arastol as my mate, I strip myself of every mate bond and connection I have with you, I reject you a thousand times" She ended dangerously and brought down her hand. Pain shook through me as I felt electrocuted, I fell on my knees in pain, as the mate bond stripped and left my body. Only my groans can be heard. My face was forcefully held up, as I look to see its the Betta's daughter

We were trapped, the spell within our grasp but the way out blocked by Gabriel and his men. "You won't get away with this," I said, trying to muster as much defiance as I could. "We won't let you use the spell." Gabriel laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "You still don’t understand, do you? This isn’t just about power. This is about destiny." As he stepped forward, the glow from the book intensified, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The library seemed to come alive with ancient magic, the air thick with anticipation.

Nonetheless, they made me feel hurt, helpless, and pathetic. It was a blessing in disguise that I spent all the time outside work practicing magic. That allowed me to lock the door saying, “private life” and bury a key. I was diligent at studying the demonic language. I even made my own notes based on what Immara found. After two months, now I felt confident of planning the breaking spell ritual in detail. I asked Grandma and Aunt Kira to help me perform the locating spell which supposed to help us find the sacred place with the highest level of inner energy. Aunt was so excited that she even came three hours earlier than we were supposed to meet.

********** Sisters of the Virani, and all my deceased kin, Hear me now today, as I call you from within. Susan was mixing up a concussion with the souls she’d just collected from the graveyard. She was making a spell on a boiling pot of green flames; this spell was quite different from the ageing spell she had in mind to prepare before. She rarely changes spells, but there could only be one reason that made her change her plans so swiftly; one reason that could have been so important, and that reason is none other than Rabbi Sinclair.

My mind was too preoccupied with other things at the time. "Yeah, I did say that," Sabrina admitted, her voice gentle, "but unfortunately, Glinda kept a journal. It meticulously documented the effects of the spell. The good news is, it's incredibly effective. The bad news... well, it apparently stings quite a bit while it's working its magic. Think of it like a really intense sunburn, but localized. Afterward, though," she added quickly, seeing my worried expression, "you won't feel a thing. And there are absolutely no lingering side effects. Nothing that will affect you long-term. It's essentially a regrowth spell," she finished, offering a reassuring smile.

“Only the sacrifice of your child can break the spell in its entirety.” “What?” If Blayne had not been reinforcing my stance, I would have hit the ground again. I twisted my head to stare at her in disbelief. “Did I hear you correctly?” Marlena’s eyes fell to the ground, her fear of my reaction was very transparent. “Yes, Alpha Vance. This spell bonds your heart and soul to her, and it takes a blood sacrifice to sever the connection.” My murderous aura emitted and though I knew it would impact Marlena and Blayne, my wolf was ready to destroy and rip the unconscious woman to pieces. I wanted to shred her body into mince.

Lose the clarity of your gaze, from this moment you will see no more! Jeanne yelps, the spell has worked, she has gone blind. She spreads her trembling hands in front of her and growls. —Very good trick. I must admit, it is... uncomfortable not being able to see where I'm going. - She advances in my direction and I run away without turning my back on her.

The air crackled with unseen energy, making the hairs on her arms stand on end. "Lilith?" Caspian's voice sounded distant, tinged with concern. She didn't dare open her eyes or break her focus. The spell teetered on a knife's edge, raw power pulsing through her veins. One misstep, and it could all come crashing down... Lily pushed through, her voice growing stronger as she neared the end of the chant. The air around her shimmered, charged with arcane energy. With a final, resonant word, she felt the spell coalesce.

“Something’s wrong with the wounded guards. I don’t know the details, but… I can guess.” Her thoughts drifted back to her mother’s teachings, to the nights when she would whisper forbidden knowledge by candlelight. Dark spells don’t always kill outright, her mother had warned. Sometimes they linger, twisting the flesh, corrupting the mind. And once it begins… it spreads. Althea swallowed hard, recalling the exact words: “When a body consumes flesh, whether by hunger or madness, the spell will take root and spread to all nearby. It multiplies like fire in dry grass. The only way to stop it is to purify it before it grows.”