Novel & Cerita Spellmonger Series

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

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."

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.