Spellmonger Series Novels & Stories

“The stone remembers. This is Moonshadow’s reckoning. Let it be enough to start.” The Moonstone pulsed, brighter, then settled. The air seemed to lighten. A fraction. Not because their problems had vanished. Because they had named them. Naming was the first spell. The Goddess’ presence brushed Luna’s senses. *Well done,* She murmured. *For wolves.* Luna almost laughed. Almost wept. Instead, she stood a little taller. Later, when the hall had emptied, when wolves drifted back to their dens to lick wounds and murmur about change and debt and the strange, terrifying idea of caring about rogues, Luna found herself alone with Orion by the Moonstone.

Weekly meetings in the restricted section of the library. “Book nerds with secrets? I like their vibe.” Circle of the Fifth Flame – Spellcraft & Ritual Society Advisor: Professor Elaeth Nivarra Summary: Spell theory, ritual construction, sigil mapping, and magical experimentation. NOT for beginners or idiots. One member last year accidentally summoned a screaming void god into the potions lab. Only one student was devoured. “Okay, definitely not joining that one,” I said. “I already have voices in my head.” “Rude.” Gen snorted.

Eden Rastol. My hands and my legs are cuff with chains, a collar was clasped around my neck with a roll of chains. I stood before the Betta's daughter with my face down. This is not the first time I'll be facing situations like this. I've never been mated to royalty before. Being a male omega in Harlet moon pack, I've become a laughing stock and a shame to my parents.

He also gifted some wolves to be great worriors and leaders known as Alphas and some with great strategic planning known as betas while some with magic healing powers and they called healers. But some healers got involved with evil ones as their mates. As the mate bond was stronger, those healers protected their mates and thus caused great chaos so he took this chance frim them. From then on, no healer ever had a mate so they could focus on their work without getting pressurized from anyone. But then he disappeared. He never came to wolves again no matter how much they called him. The wolf spirit never answered their calls and slowly people forgot about him but still there was his tales and

I managed to ask my gaze drawn to the wolf's. The wolf's growl rang true in my mind. It chuckled making a menacing and mocking sound. "The grimoire is central to your journey. Whether you accept it or not it is a part of your destiny." I shook my head a defiant gesture in the face of impending doom. "I refuse to be defined by it" I said my voice firmer than I was. "I won't let my life be controlled by some ancient mystical text." "And what do you think my role is in all this?"

Zander's interest in her had disappeared at once. His first instinct had been to run. He was so afraid that he wasn't even in Seaworth. He was terrified that Angela would secretly put those disgusting, sticky spell bugs into his body. The comments exploded again. "We're in the 21st century. Do spell bugs still exist?" "I remember that Velmorians breed these spell bugs. They can be harmful to people, and you can't escape them once you get tainted with them." "I was curious and did a search on them. Spell bugs are so ugly. It's disgusting!"

“This book was on board a ship which fell afoul of a storm and sank. The book should be in a crate, in the wreckage, guarded over by a mermaid.” “How will you get it?” “Swim, and hopefully not be drowned,” he chuckled and drew Coryfe to a halt so he could slide off and place the spell components upon the road before us. As he remounted, he looked up at the birds that circled with a baring of teeth. “Follow this,” he challenged them. “Aperianu.” “Are you going to run out of my hair soon?” I asked him as he urged Coryfe through the opening. The horse no longer found the smell of magic to be worrisome, I noted. Like myself, Coryfe had become changed through his experiences with Rivyn.

Thank you for reading Wolfblood. This now begins book 3 of the series, Wolfborn, which introduces some new characters and also continues Jasmine and Blake's story. Happy reading! *** GINGER Secrets. Everyone has at least one, right? Mine was that I lost my wolf. It happened a long time ago—it was an accident. It was one of those moments in life that changed everything. You know what I mean. One day, everything was normal, great even, and the next thing you know, your life is destroyed over one bad decision.

The book looks ancient, in an intriguing way, old leather binds the pages together. “Come look at this.” I call over to Creed. Skimming my fingers along the cover. It’s so beautiful, I start skimming the first few pages seeing simpler spells like, blindness spell, forgetness spell, protection spell, as I keep scanning each page the spells get more and more complicated. “What did you find?” Creed asks when he gets up to me. “My mothers spell book… there are some very complicated spells In this.” I whisper out loud. Creeds pov.

She scoured ancient texts and scrolls, searching for any hint of forgotten power or hidden strength. Hours passed, and Lola's eyes burned from reading by candlelight. Just as she was about to give up, she stumbled upon a dusty, leather-bound tome. The title faded, but she could make out the words "Beast of Gévaudan." Her heart raced as she flipped through the pages, reading about an ancient and powerful creature that once terrorized the lands. The spells within promised immense strength and near invincibility, but they also carried dire warnings of the cost.