Spellbound Novels & Stories

Slowly, Thea's magic wove a bridge between the physical world and the ethereal realm. As the incantation reached its crescendo, the room was filled with a haunting chorus of distant cries. The anguished voices of Faith and Kendrick's children echoed through the air, their desperation and fear resonating in every corner of the room. Thea's power drew upon their emotions, their connection, to fuel her spell.

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.

In this case since a breach connected the two realms, then inevitably both suffer the same consequences. Thus, one sees how exceptional a forbidden spell is. Like for example this Binding Art, Sleep of the Giant. As of this very moment many have died or are dying because of this spell. Someone who's swimming will drown, those driving on the road at skies the limit will fly at the heavens soon, or a fireman who's saving a child within a burning house and is currently seeking for fast exit will feel hell before his way down.

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.

“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.”