Spellbound Series Book Novels & Stories

I said wondering where this whole conversation was heading, "I want you to protect her," he said turning his phone screen to me, 'her'? my eyes slowly fell on the screen, a girl with her blonde hair packed in a ponytail sat with a pile of books by her side, she is obviously a nerd even her big round glasses say a lot, she looked fixated on whatever information she was getting from the book that even if an attack was to happen in the room right beside her she may not even know, but something about her made me feel there was more than what meets the eyes, "A girl really?" I asked in a bored tone,

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

It looked ancient, its pages wrinkled and brittle. "I think... I think I might have found something that can help," she said, her voice trembling slightly. She opened the book to a seemingly random page and began to read, her finger tracing the invisible lines. "This book... it speaks of a spell. A spell that can induce a temporary state of unconsciousness in shapeshifters. It can also help us detect them hiding amongst the villagers." She paused, her gaze meeting ours. "If we cast this, we can expose any spies that the Blue Moon pack might have planted, and maybe, just maybe, put a stop to their plans."

Zale shifts out of his chair, offering the space to Gerald, moving to stand protectively behind me instead. Even before I have a chance to touch the book, I can feel a soft hum coming from it. Like a vibration in the air, it makes my hand hover over the cover cautiously. I’m not sure if I should touch it or not. “You can feel it can’t you? The protection spell.” Seraphina whispers.

he asked mockingly. "Xavier, how is it possible?" his aunt's voice instantly put him on alert. Even Sebastian sat up straighter. "What happened?" the Alpha King asked. "The magical spell I had cast on the library, the section that comprises books about our Kind has been breached... by a human girl."

Ronald said in a tone that was not to be refuted. The words fight came to an abrupt stop bringing an eerie silence. The king cleared his voice and spoke, “What did that girl do that made you suggest she be your next girlfriend? You think I don't know they are only contracted girlfriends who never even complete the period you set for them before disposing of them off? She is only an Earthling! Also I heard she can make you unable to use your magic or powers to full potential. Why are you still hellbent on seeking her like you can’t live without her?” The king asked.

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.”

Grandma continued. Sybil smirked as she walked toward her abandoned home. She retrieved the spellbook and handed it to her grandma. In front of a hundred people, she set her house ablaze and calmly entered. Though bystanders watched a young girl go inside, not a single scream was heard. Sybil had mastered the art of manipulating death. When the flames finally died down, there was nothing left—no trace of Sybil's existence, except for her relentless pursuit of power and dominion over all.

“Come in!” To my relief, it was Sybill. She looked more regal than ever, her long hair lying over her shoulders like a waterfall of silken strands. “I felt you might need some guidance,” she said, her voice a soothing balm to my nerves. “May I?” I nodded, and she took a seat beside me, her presence grounding. “I found out some things about the spells you encountered,” she began, her eyes scanning my face for any sign of fear. “The book you hold is a powerful artifact, capable of amplifying one’s innate abilities. But it also requires a balance, knowledge and responsibility. You must be careful.”

The thread seemed to settle into place, and the books remained perfectly still as if frozen in time. I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and amazement at the power of the spell and who it was coming from. My best guess was Rune. “And just in time too,” I said as there were many ways my coming here could go wrong. I watched in silence, mesmerized by the thread of light that seemed to hold the books in place. It was as if time itself had been woven into the fabric of the spell, suspending the books in mid-air. It had Rune written all over it.