Spellbound Webnovel Novels & Stories

well, go. Supposedly the prison they are going to is a kind of artificial hole that measures more than ten thousand kilometers, the prisoners are separated by sections and the cells arranged in the form of a labyrinth, they are also fed live chickens. Apparently that negligible amount of blood is keeping them alive but not strong enough to escape. Anyway, I decided to return Jeanne sight but not to lift the other spell. It gives me some comfort knowing she won't be able to get close to me without being struck by lightning. I wonder if I should have bewitched her minions as well...

Chapter Forty One On the day Willow and Cassandra went back to Atenowa, Lady Brume became restless. She was worried about the news she had received, that Cordelia’s life was in danger. She couldn’t believe that Lazarus gives her a spell. She was concerned about Thana. She couldn’t let go of Thana at this moment she believes that Thana could learn more and make her power dominant. She needs to find a cure to remove the spell from the body of Cordelia. Now and then, she reads the black book, hoping that she will find a cure for the poison that Lazarus gave to Cordelia.

He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds. “Your mom sent me a letter so I really came here prepared. I also got the news of what happened two days ago so I personally came to check you out. So how are you? Are you fine now?” I literally got that question several times now. “Perfectly fine, nothing to worry about. Anyway, have you brought your sister? Where is she?” I looked around to see if he’s got his sibling with him but Aubrey’s not around. Kirk and Aubrey are my only friends who knows about my secret aside from Lena.

Belle sat up in bed, using the buttons on the side to adjust the positioning as the nurse had shown her. The book, white with a pentacle on the cover, described the basics of witchcraft in terms even a layman could understand. Her older sister had been kind enough to drop it off, along with a change of clothing and a box of Thornton's continental—her favourite chocolates. According to this book, the spell Damien cast on her would be returned to him threefold.

“Yes.” “Wow,” she said in equal measure of awe and horror. This book was a deabru spellbook of sorts. It had caused more than its fair share of havoc on her family. The spell that tore her dad’s soul in two, causing him to live a split existence as twins for hundreds of years came from that book. The spell that killed Balric the Betrayer’s son came from the same book and started a spur of murders through him, Mom, and Ian that took almost a hundred werewolf lives cause of it.

“Dear reader, the information in this book was recovered from decades of research, spanning across multiple realms. This book is not a topic of fiction, every chapter contains groups and spells which demand to be taken seriously, by performing one of these spells, you will be taking the risk of repercussions being bestowed upon yourself and any persons related to the spell. I highly urge you to take every precaution possible to remain safe. Some groups do not possess a name, I have described these groups as the names of their surroundings.” Once I read this I panic a little, so this book is a kind of spell book? This alone telling me the other people who are after it, probably want it for a

“I thought it might be a good place to write the spells and everything down? You can use a spell to hide them so that only those you allow to see it can see the spells.” Willow takes the book curiously. It already looks old but in more of a cool, antique way than a dusty attic way. Maybe this will help? Since that day she unlocked everything her mind has been overwhelmed with the amount of information she’s been told: spells, magic, potions, and everything else at that. Maybe writing them down will free her mind slightly?

I’m trying to stall and avoid him from noticing so soon, so I can accomplish it without and disturbance, or without dying. I rushed back to the middle of the bridge, avoiding the steaming hot flesh that coated the mucky, blood, grounds and picked up the oldest and most fragile Dark Spell book Bahm had in his bookshelf. Avoiding this book for a really long while, for it had Hiliana's signature printed on the first page in old English letters, I was worried it would be too much for me to handle, but my sould is also purified by light, unlike his deranged birth mother, but last night I discovered a hidden spell to destroy....

Sindra closes the door to the balcony behind her. During their travel to the master bedroom, Bel’Vonth speaks in a most uptight and precise tone. “What spell do you plan on doing, my child?” Sindra had to think for a moment, taking the time to ponder her thoughts among all the spells that she could do, only one suited her needs in the just cause set out by her mother. “Korupcia Mysle.” The daughter says in the tone of a slithering serpent of the night. The mother gleams with pride once she hears the name of the spell and while she walks a nod drip downward as if agreeing with her oldest. “A fine spell for what we need to do. Are you prepared to do it?” Sindra lets out a huff before her respo

Locking his muscles Jazz remains standing still then, his loud breathing echoing through the room. With my cock so hard it would be easy to either ask him to repay the favor, or even better, use his mouth for that, but the spell is broken, reality crashing down around us. When I let go of his cock and step away I see his shoulders shake once, and I can't say if it's exhaustion, or something else. If it were Bella acting like that I would ask if she was alright, but I don't think Jazz will appreciate that. Even when I step away from him he doesn't move for several seconds, then avoids looking at me