Spellmonger Series Novels & Stories

He stepped between us to pluck the ring from Avery's fingers before she could slide it on. He studied it, turning it every which way, even holding it up to the fluorescent lights in the ceiling. "How did he manage that?" "Manage what?" I asked, a sinking pit growing in my stomach. "I told you my magic is based around Earth, right? Well, metal and gemstones are as much a part of earth as plants are. But what I see here is - I just can't figure out how a Necromancer could possibly produce a Witch's spell as intricate as this."

The handsome and innocent looking young boy had turned to a fiery beast whose chains had been cut by its own fire. " Derek! Wait!" The boy turned to the lady with eyes that still recognized no one. To him, every single person there was a traitor. " You killed my mother!!!" He attacked the woman with a strength that a boy could not have possibly possessed. In a matter of moments, two older wolves, a man and a woman who was the healer he had called, were lying on the ground. Both were draining towards unconsciousness. While still standing there, he felt his fire being watered down. His eyes had turned from the crystal gold of his beta form to his normal bodily eyes. His claws withdrew and he r

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

Sebastian asked thoughtfully. Every family focused on different kinds of mystic spells in their legacies. For instance, the Sacred Medicine Society was best at thunder spells, but they also had skills in other types. The Ballards' yellow paper charm spells and other spells were all related to fire. The Divine Fire spell that trapped Samson, and the spell that Milton had used during the great battle at the Hall of the Ancestral Dragon the other day were all fire-related spells. Andreas smiled bleakly and said, "Our family is one of the ancestral dragon's tomb keepers. The ancestral dragon had five different kinds of spells, namely, gold, wood, water, fire, and earth! Gold referred to thunder

I turned back to the book, studying it's contents. "What do you see?" he asked. I took a deep breath, steadying myself before delving into the wealth of knowledge laid out before me. "There's so much here," I said, my voice filled with awe. "Spells for agility, strength...even protective enchantments." "That's incredible," Alex said, his tone filled with admiration. "But there's more," I continued, my eyes scanning the pages eagerly. "Insights into the history of the White Wolf, the evolution...it's all here."

We’d strung a series of spells across the road, the first rank meant to slow any intruders, the next to bounce them back across the territory boundary, and the last, Dor had told me blithely, to boil their blood in their veins. Gross. Effective, but gross. He’d taken some blood from the Kimball shaman and used it to focus the spells so that, with luck, it’d only hit the Kimball pack. I’d paid close attention, hoping I’d be able to learn something. Gods, if Dor would teach me…and I’d have the courage to ask him for real instruction the same day Ian bought those throw pillows. Pink ones. With sequins.

Eagerly, I began to read. The first chapter was titled "Identifying the Shifter: A Spell of Slumber." my heart pounded in my chest as I devoured the words. It was a spell, a simple but perfect incantation, designed to induce a deep, dreamless sleep in any shapeshifter who heard it. The spell wouldn't harm them, but it would render them unconscious for a short period, long enough for identification. My mind raced. Spies. We were aware that there were spies within the pack, rogues masquerading as loyal members, feeding information to their enemies. This… this spell could be the key to exposing them. It was exactly what Oliver needed.

“Although I’m nature’s servant, my interest in dark magic sometimes scares me. Now, I know that it was Heaven’s will, preparing me to serve the honorable whisperer one day.” She opened that book with her blood and showed me an incantation. “As mate-bond is a Heaven’s blessing for you, the Moon Goddess’s for Zayden, and Goddess Sanguis’s for Trevor, the concealing spell will require the spirit of two elements. Normally, two witches perform this spell, but it’s not a big deal for you. I’ve seen your mastery while controlling four spirits.” That spell was indeed easy, it covered the moonstone in my necklace with a silver coating. However, my mom came to warn me.

“You need to tell me what happened.” He nodded, sitting with his knees bent, his elbows resting on them. “Francis Flamingo has been my nemesis for as long as I can remember. It seems like it’s always been that way. A few years ago, she banded with another mage to overpower me. They transformed me into that… monster and sent me through to that other realm. I finally managed to get out, but she followed me. She finally told me she’d reverse the spell she’d cast on me under one condition.” I already knew what that condition had to be, but I waited for him to tell me.

I ask achingly “After the three days banquet with the king. That will be more than enough time to be able to get the strands of hair, right?” “Yeah, so do you have a dark art spell book for the altering of fated mates? Since dark art spell books are very limited editions and an individual is not permitted to have it, save for an institution or organization registered under the King's government.” I ask cautiously “Definitely Hermione, your grandmother got legs…” She grins, standing up “Give me a minute, I'll go get the dark art spell book vol.0 for you to see.” Grandmother walks to her room.