Spellmonger Series Novels & Stories

“The weird thing, if what you said about James and I being be-spelled. We need to find out what the spell did, and what actually happened.” “You think all our trouble started from a spell, and now it’s gone? The Gingham Wolf must have needed a spell caster, a Druid, or a Mage. Removing the spell probably needed the same Druid or Mage.” “Which means we know they’re involved in the sale of shifter blood. Or there’s another victim.” “I can’t remember if they mentioned someone. It wasn’t by name, though. The Gingham wolf went to see them and left me sitting on the chair handcuffed. I’m not sure why he didn’t tie me to the chair.”

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.

I say, before hanging up. Melancholy washes over me. I miss my family. Several days go by and Alpha Richard prepares to leave. I expected that he would leave Xander in charge, but instead, Alpha Liam is taking charge of the pack while he goes to the council and then heads to some elf land to find Emlyn. Every day, I work on the spell. It’s now the color of lemons rather than the deep purple that it was a week ago. Once it turns white, I know it will be ready and I can cast the spell.

“Let’s remind them who wrote the first spell.” The witches moved. They knew what to do. The chamber lit with dark green fire. The floor glowed with summoning glyphs—twisted things, warped from traditional geometry into shapes born of madness and hunger. We chanted in tongues not spoken since the Age of Howl. The air thickened until it dripped like honey. Power screamed through the room. “Bring them in,” I ordered. “The rogue packs. The half-blood beasts. The forgotten gods in the under-snow. Bring me every cursed tongue that can speak my name.”

It always had a plan, and if I didn't understand what it was up to, it would be a slaughter. I shuffled through a bunch of books. The languages and runes rushed through my mind. I focused on just looking for blood at first and then on family relations. There were just so many spells. This would be so much easier if it were digitized. I whipped out my new smartphone and searched. The spells I came across where mostly bullshit made by people pretending to do magic. The spells that looked legitimate didn't need family blood. I continued back with my search through the books. At some point through the night, Cherry joined me. She was just suddenly there at my side, looking over the mass of open

Together, we encountered ancient spirits and sought their wisdom, unraveling the mysteries of the spirit world. As I delved deeper into the complexities of magic, Seraphine patiently guided me through the intricacies of advanced spells. Together, we studied the ancient grimoires, deciphering the cryptic texts written by long-forgotten sages. He taught me the art of transmutation, enabling me to change the very essence of objects, turning stone into gold and vice versa. With his guidance, I learned the ancient language of dragons, a tongue imbued with raw, primal power, allowing me to tap into the ancient forces that shaped the world.

I already wanted to sit further away and turn away to the window, as Maxim with a sigh, nevertheless pulled me to him. - Creator. Why is it so hard for you! Shaking her head, she shrugged her shoulders and rested her head in relief on his chest. "I don't know," was all I could whisper. For some time we drove in silence, and I had so many questions in my head that I still could not stand it: - What happens after the interview? - Everyone is different, that's why it is required: that the priests could prepare the werewolf for a meeting with the Creators and work on his gift. But the preparation is different, the rituals, but I can tell you about the well.

A member of the royal family wrote this. I feel a chill roll over my skin. This isn’t just a diary—it’s a grimoire. Her grimoire. Page after page, there are spells, sketches of sigils, notes on bloodlines, rituals. Most of them are written in the old tongue, but I recognize enough to piece the meanings together. There are spells for protection, for memory suppression, for concealment. One page is bookmarked by a single raven feather. I turn to it slowly. It’s a concealment spell. One meant to mask identity, to alter features and scent, strong enough to hide someone even from another wolf’s senses. The ingredients are scrawled at the bottom: moonstone dust, shadowroot, blood from a direct des

But when his eyes met mine, they weren't filled with love or warmth. They were blank... deadly. His expression didn't change. He looked through me like I wasn't even there. He stepped closer. Then he dropped down to my level. Before I could say anything, his hand reached out and grabbed the collar around my neck. A deep growl rumbled from his chest, vibrating through my very bones. I could feel Onyx, his wolf, reacting to the collar. It was hurting them both. But his warlock side-oh gods-it was trying to undo the curse. I saw his hand burn as he began muttering a spell under his breath: "Exsolve nexum, abrumpere vinculum... libera eam, revoca vim meam." His fingers trembled, but he didn't st

Steven told her to look in the paid books as well if she saw any that interested her and since Carol had left her some money she nodded and decided to look without worrying about the money because Carol had told her that she would be able to resell her magic pills. She easily found the books she was looking for, there was one on all the level 1 magic herbs with sketches and their characteristics, another one that explained in detail every step of making magic pills and tips on how to avoid failing. There was another one that gave the formulas of all the level 1 magic pills and there were 20 of them, and finally she found one about the 8 flames and what a mage could expect to accomplish when