Spellbound Series Book Novels & Stories

It was shallower than she expected, but her small stature needed little room. By instinct, since she could not understand a single line in the grimoire, Martha chose a spell. It was the only spell in the center of the page. She ran her fingers over it the handwritten letters. The energy it gave off was not like the others. It was—darker. Apprehension formed in her mind. Just below the spell was a drawing of a hand, a rune dead center of the palm. She traced her fingers over the picture. A malevolence was radiating from the page. Everything about Sven was evil. Why would his book of written spells not reflect that?

I said gently. She shot me a dangerous look but I went on. “Robert, I will go with you. There is nothing about me that is too surprising. Can you tell us anything about the kind of spells they may use?” “Yes. Although because they know I’m with you, they may change tact. The obvious is the one Thea can use in human form, which is the basic light attack. They may also work in pairs and use a disabling spell so that their partner can attack a group of you. Once I see who’s heading up their side, I will get a better idea of how they plan to proceed. Mages tend to be more proficient at certain spells than others.”

Stone replied after drinking his champagne. Paul and Alexander had decided their child's destiny without consulting them. They didn't know what they both have a different lover. --- Lucy seems aloof to everyone at their school. She seldom stayed around the crowd. She loves reading books at the library with her best friend Eloisa. Eloisa keeps her phone loud inside but the staff inside didn't warn her. Lucy who was always here knows how Ms. Patricia yelled at everyone when they were loud and using phones without a headset. " Hey, will you turn off your music? I can't concentrate on the books I'm reading!", I scold her softly but she just pouted her lips.

Alexandra could feel the tension between these two. "Uhmm…I should get inside," she couldn't look them in the eyes, she turned and entered her room. _________ "I'll be introducing something different today," Robert glances over at Lexi, she wasn't paying attention. "Pay attention, little brat," he scoffed. Alexandra rolled her eyes and glided her eyes from the book on the table. "What's that?" She queried, pointing at his hand. The book in Robert's hand caught her attention. "This is a book of spells. There are few of these books, but I think this is the last one, all others have been burnt." He countered as he turned the pages.

She would however change the topic whenever I probed. 'Scarlett. ' She warned when I stretched my arm to pick it up. ‘ If I am a warlock like you claim then I need to know. ' No matter how hard I tried to turn around and face Astra, my eyes remained glued on the book. It was as if it's presence was compelling me to open it and go through every page. A wooded box sat beside it, catching my attention all of a sudden. I closed my eyes to shove down the itch, to regain control over my emotions. ' Yes Scarlett, it is a book of spells, written by different warlocks over the years. '

Each with flesh inside however, one piece of flesh is clearly a lot bigger than the others and when Christie looks at me confused I simply tell her that I wanted him to feel extra pain. The elder takes us into his backyard and what he has set out looks a little bit like a seance with an altar in the middle. It’s not what I expected, however I do have a good feeling about what I am trying to do. I pull out the spell book that I have been putting together with a few spells from the archives and a couple of small spells that I have made up myself then I turn to the page that I hope will break their mate bond and although it’s a spell, I have made up. It also has properties of other spells blend

Instead of answering, I whispered the word that would start my final spell—the one I'd prepared decades ago for this very moment. The chest with its old relics began to glow. The book of predictions levitated, pages fluttering as if caught in a wind. "No!" the Mother of Lies screamed, lunging forward. Too late. The book burst into blue flames, not ruining it but sending it elsewhere—to the one person who could protect it now. Pain burst in my chest as the Mother of Lies drove her hand through my ribs, clutching my heart. My view darkened at the edges. With my last breath, I whispered the final words of the true prophecy—the part I'd kept secret even from Orion:

Misael, do you take me for a fool? Misael froze for a moment. "Mr. Whitley, what do you mean? I'm the victim here! That tumor is proof!" "Proof, huh?" Kellan waved his hand. "Bring her in." Two guards dragged in a sorcerer bound in chains and threw her down in front of Misael and Alayna. Alayna's face instantly drained of color, and her body trembled uncontrollably. "W-Who is this? I don't know her!" she screamed, denying everything.

Avery looks around quickly, seeing what we’ve done and nods. “Have you ever done this spell?” she asks me. “No,” I tell her. I know the spell, but I’ve never even seen it performed. “May I help you?” she asks me. “Yes, please.” “You know it has to be you. You are the one bonded to him, but that also means your sister and brother can help. It will boost the spell,” she says as she looks at the boiling salve. “I can help as well,” a man with a foreign accent says looking at me.

All magic had a signature, even dark magic. As I continued to scan the room, moving through it carefully, I found a single book resting upon an old stone pedestal. The leather was thicker than the others, held together with ebony stitching that looked as dark as the shadows slithering about. Scratched onto the front were the words, “Liber Sanguinis.” Book of Blood... My gut told me this was the book I was looking for. The one that held the spell Kimberly used to bind herself to Jude. It was coated in a thick layer of that tar-like substance.