Spellmonger Series Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

Besides, he wanted to learn a little about whom he was up against. “We’ve known about your kind for some time now. However, what we didn’t know was when our turn would show up on your list of things to kill. I came up with a spell that would inform me when I was to be next. I knew that wasn’t enough though, I needed allies. I knew that the only ally I could ever hope to get help from was another one of your targets. After all, they would appear on your list sooner or later. I then devised a spell that would make you corporeal and at the same time vulnerable, which is what the chant you hear is doing. I see you looking at the men before you. I’m guessing you’re trying to work out what kind of

“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.”

When you stood with an alpha who chose ambition over basic decency. The second wave hit me two hundred yards into the territory. These weren't just warriors. These were specialists. Magic users casting spells from protected positions. Archers with silver arrows aimed from rooftops. Rogues hired as mercenaries, all of them desperate and dangerous in the way only those with nothing to lose could be. The first spell hit me, purple witch-fire designed to burn through supernatural defenses. It splashed against my Ghost Wolf power and evaporated, my silver light consuming the dark magic like it was nothing.

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.