Spellbound Series Book Novels & Stories

I threw on a coat, stepped out into the cool mountain air, and headed toward the pack’s library. The library was dark and silent, its massive shelves casting long shadows across the stone floor. I grabbed a lantern from a nearby table, its soft glow illuminating the spines of countless dusty books. “Where do I even start?” I muttered to myself. “Look for records of memory spells,” Nora suggested, her voice cautious. I scanned the shelves, running my fingers over faded titles until one caught my eye: Binding and Breaking: The Mysteries of Memory Magic. I pulled the book down and flipped through its pages, the words blurring together in my rush to find something—anything—that might explain the

He didn't turn off his light so it helped. I went to the last tab and confusion hit me. This spell wasn't for me. It was to change laws that are permeant in other dimensions. He was trying to take over and rule but that didn't make sense. I skimmed through the book and got to the page I was looking for. (Soul bonding) This was the most dangerous spell in this book.

The further I delved into the book, the stronger the sensation grew—a peculiar warmth spreading from my fingertips, curling up my arms and settling deep within my chest. I paused, my hand resting on a page filled with an elaborate spell. The symbols swirled in a delicate pattern, almost as if they were alive, shifting subtly under my gaze. The hum of energy beneath my skin intensified, and for a moment, I felt a strange pull—an undeniable connection to the book, to the magic within it.

********** 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.

If she let her guard down, if she missed any move, it could be fatal. Her hair remained tightly tied in her bun as she spun, attacked, defended. Two of her opponents were defeated, unconscious after she struck their heads. "Lariel, get down!" She crouches and rolls backwards. "POTENS FULGUR!" Instead of forked lightning, now several smaller, extended bolts of lightning take the form of chains, which directly strike the remaining soldiers. They fall. Sweaty and tired, the girl throws herself to the ground, but still without taking her hand off the axe. The wizard begins to run towards her.

"I can only see it and make a calculated guess. Soul wounds are rare. They are powerful. But there are many reasons why one could have a wound on their soul, and I do not know yours." The disappointment hit harder than I expected. I'd been hoping for answers. Real answers. Not more questions. "Okay." I managed to keep my voice steady. "Thank you." I turned to leave, then stopped. "Can I borrow a book? For the holidays?" Cornelius flew in a small circle, clearly pleased by the change in topic. "Yes." "I want the strongest books Nocturne has on spell casting. And anything remotely about spellweavers." The gargoyle took off, wings beating the air as he zipped through the stacks. I watched him d

“Yes, I just wanted to let you know we found one of the answers we were looking for. You had mentioned that you would do your own research, and I didn’t want you to waste time trying to figure out how someone might not know they magic until adulthood when we already figured it out.” I lazily scrolled through the list of books on the computer screen that my search had pulled up. “Oh, splendid! So, let’s see then, you’re still wanting to find out how to prove who cast a fake mate bond spell and how to reverse it?” “That’s right.” A title in my list caught my attention: Crowns of Shame – A Complete History. “Alright, thank you for letting me know. I have to attend to some runaway sheep now, but

Time spiraled, woven into a tapestry of memories, and the attic transformed into a realm of softer, stranger realities. What unfolded before her was a ritual chamber unlike any she had ever witnessed, rich with an age-old energy that pulsed through the air. Flames flickered grandly in iron braziers, casting warm light upon mirrored glyphs engraved into the cold stone floor, each rune alive with potent magic. At the heart of the chamber stood Mirabella Jordan, wreathed in a surreal halo of white fire, her presence commanding and serene. Her hair, intricately braided in ceremonial coils, cascaded down her back in a display of elegance, while her hands hovered steadily above an open Book—the sa

"But as I told you when we first met, defensive spell is tricky. It’s not just about stopping a blow; it’s about outsmarting the threat." He began pacing the aisles until he reached a high shelf, pulling down a thick, leather-bound volume that looked like it had been handled for centuries. He brought it over to a large wooden table and gestured for her to sit. "This is a new spell book I recently acquired," Edan explained, sliding it across the table toward her. "It’s dedicated entirely to the art of defense. Check it out." Zayla pulled the book closer, the heavy cover creaking as she opened it. The pages were filled with intricate diagrams and flowing script. She began to go through them on

”the my bike is my one escape id to keep The End? Thank you, dear reader, for deciding to give this book a try and making it to the end, it has been an emotional journey for all. But do not fret, their story may be over for now, but this is not the last we have seen of Drake, Lilli, Rex, Tony, Jacob and yes even Lance. So be sure to keep an eye out for the next book in the series. Equivale Finding His Heart : Book 2 in the Chronicles of Zodia.