Spellbound Webnovel Novels & Stories

wove dark magic, ensnaring Arachne in a web of binding spells. Her attempts to flee were thwarted by invisible chains, her feet rooted to the spot."You'll never leave me," Malakai hissed, his breath hot against her ear. "You're mine, body and soul." His fingers traced the intricate patterns of his spellwork, etched into her skin like scars.Arachne's magic, once a source of strength, was now a distant memory. Malakai's dominance had suffocated her powers, leaving her vulnerable and helpless.One fateful night, Arachne summoned the last shreds of her courage. She tried to break free, but Malakai's spell held strong. He punished her severely, his rage unleashing a torrent of agony.As she lay br

Yes, Abi lost her memories but somehow, the love she had for him wasn't lost, she accepted him wholeheartedly and Zeres would begin from the very start so as to grow the love between them. More gossips on the way, plots as dubious schemes. Quincy would be the lead antagonist although in the second volume, there will be more villains to the book Hellbound! Happy 100th chapters readers. . .

“Is that not true?” I put my hand protectively on my belly, stepping away from him, not sure if he was stable enough to be around right now. He was furious and pacing back and forth; I felt like a caged animal. “Only those with the blood of the Red Oak Tribe can cast spells in those books,” he said through his teeth. “I kept it here for protection because if it fell into the wrong hands, it could be dangerous. It’s filled with dark magic and curses that could ultimately be our end.

"But we have to be careful. If he's as scary as I think we can make no mistake." I nodded, my determination tightening. "We'll do it. Whatever it takes." Over the next few days, we delved into the shadowy world of Sebastian Grey, gathering bits and pieces of information from various sources. He seemed to be following a spell—Grey’s path was impenetrable, his relationships buried deep in deceit and conspiracy. As we learned more about his actions, it became clear that Gray was not just a minor player but an influential figurehead. Its reach extended beyond Lawson's policies and involved powerful individuals and institutions.

Both keep me suspended in this limbo of half-truths and meaningful glances. I pause before a window, looking out at the moonlit grounds of the compound. Beyond them, the ward shimmers faintly at the edges of my perception, visible only to my amber eye—a dome of protective magic separating this hidden world from the desert beyond. Somewhere out there, Sorin waits, hunting me with a patience that terrifies me more than outright aggression.

“Not everything we sealed was broken. Some things were simply grieving louder than we knew how to bear.” Kaima let the words anchor him. And for the first time since the war, he whispered the binding spell not to seal but to open. The Verge responded with stillness. An invitation. He stepped through. That night, in the spiral ridge, Siran dreamt of a room that didn’t exist. A chamber without walls, filled with nothing but soft wind and a hundred spiral stones all turning, slowly, in midair. Her mother stood among them, not aged, not young just present.

the Goddess said, “you must know this: Jade’s spell book has been switched. The one she holds is a fake. Stefan replaced it. The true book lies now in Ariel’s hands.” My breath caught. “That means Jade’s magic is compromised.” “Exactly,” the Goddess replied. “But I will not let her walk blindly.” She extended her hand again, and a new book appeared, bound in white leather, runes shimmering along its edges like stars. “Give this to her,” she said. “It contains the purest form of my power, untainted, and unstoppable.” I accepted it reverently. “She will be honored.” The Goddess smiled faintly, then turned her gaze skyward. “There is one more soul you must restore before the war begins.”

The shadows at the edges of the runes shivered like they were tasting the air for blood, for fear, for dominance. Sierra clenched her fists, fingers grazing the chalk. She whispered the trigger phrase, her voice tight, sharp. A flicker of silver sparked at her fingertips—but it was wilder than usual. The shadows responded instantly, snaking higher, twisting faster than she expected. Her anger, her jealousy, her protectiveness over Malick—it all fed the spell, amplifying it beyond the controlled parameters she’d intended.

’ ‘It’s never too late. I let out a sigh as I walk into Breanna’s home. I don’t consider this place my home, I actually hate Breanna but she took me in and saved me when she could’ve left me to die like the rest of the rogues. I owe her big time. “Did you seal the spell?” “Nice to see you too,” I reply rolling my eyes. “Don’t get snarky with me. Is it done?!” “Yes, however she is stronger than we anticipated. Her bond with the elf is stronger.”

a voice that seemed weary said, it was the old man. He has been there for ages, known to a few persons, who have read of the old times, he was the author of the 'moon's light' a book that has been read by almost everyone in that kingdom, he had kept the story alive for the new ages and the book has been distributed to every house and apartment, his own history was written at the end of the book. According to him, they were the third generation of spell casters till it was banned, Noelle concluded he would know much about spells if she meets him facially and reveal everything he knew.