Spellmonger Series Novels & Stories

What comes out of the opened door are two enormous males that I am familiar with, Alarick and Convel. “Now, time to speak.” Alarick closed the door and both of them sat on the edge of the bed. “About what?” I am still clueless and nervous, but I will not let my nervousness get in the way. “You being a sanguis,” Convel answered. I tilted my head and looked at them suspiciously. “What is sanguis? We do not have that in the human dictionary.” They exchange glances before looking at me again. “You remembered nothing last night?”

I swallow and try to control my souring stomach at the thought. Her hand settles on my arm. "Tyboll, please sit down and let me explain what it means to be witch. It is a great gift that you will accept and embrace once you understand." I step away. "Do not touch me. You have cast a spell and if it's the last thing I do I shall break it. We are not even mates. It's the spell. You did it when you fed me the mushrooms. I will find a way to break it even if it means your death." With that I charge from the cabin. I will seek Dmitri and end this. I will not be some creature who wraps people in their web and drinks them dry.

The heat was unbearable, but my wolf pushed harder, feeding her strength into the barrier until the fire dissipated. Andromeda growled, her frustration evident as she wove another spell. Her voice echoed through the cavern, ancient words spilling from her lips in a rhythm that felt like a heartbeat. The ground beneath me trembled, cracks forming as jagged shards of obsidian erupted upward. I darted between them, my agility keeping me ahead of the deadly spikes, but one nicked my flank, drawing a thin line of blood.

I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Something deep inside me—Nora, maybe, or some instinct older than both of us—knew what to do. I moved forward, circling the creature, my claws flexing, my voice steady as I chanted those strange words. They wove through the air, heavy with power, wrapping around the beast like chains. Its groans turned to shrieks, high and piercing, as it thrashed, its long, skeletal arms flailing as if trying to claw free from my spell.I tightened my circle, each step deliberate, my voice growing stronger, the words flowing faster. The creature’s screams became desperate, its body convulsing as the magic took hold. Its red eyes dimmed, its movements slowing, and I felt it—the powe

Maybe some spell I can use. I keep flipping through the pages filled with my mother’s elegant handwriting until I come across a section on protective magic. The section is towards the back of the book and it has a boldly written title: *Knowledge against physical harm. This requires wolfsbane (purified), silver dust, flower petals of devil’s trumpet, and the spellcaster’s blood…* Spellcaster’s blood? I keep reading through the instructions carefully. It’s complex, but it’s doable. I can gather the ingredients and perform the spell to create protective charms for my father. Doing that will—

Trey throws a ball of light up ahead of us, illuminating the large cavern. In the center is a small pond... A hot springs, emitting the black mist. But at the center of the springs is a small rock? It has something written on it. I don't know what it is, but I'm sure this is the origin of the poison. "There it is," I whisper, stating the obvious. "Well, yes. Now what do we do?" Trey asks, circling the hot water. "I need to contain it," I say. This is something I can actually do. And now that I'm not an emotional wreck, I can focus. This is one of the most basic spells I've learned. All I need to do is put up a shield around it.

This was actually happening! "Next full moon, do the spell twice." I nodded my head vigorously. "Since you're buying a double batch this time, we'll even give you a ten percent discount." She smiled, her eyes glistening. I didn't care what it cost. I was willing to go into severe credit card debt over this. There was nothing more that mattered to me than getting my wolf back. "What about three times?"

Chloe asked slowly, not totally believing what she was hearing. "No." Dagmar. "You're not part demon. But you're not completely a werewolf either." "So, what am I?" Chloe asked. "That is something we need to find out." Dagmar sighed. "Someone has put a block on you." "A what?" "It's a type of spell," Ursula replied, a troubled frown on her face as she studied Chloe. "They can be used for different things like blocking someone's presence so they can't be detected or blocking someone's abilities. But if that's the case, why didn't I sense it?"

Alexandra's POV I wonder when my life went wrong. My Dad was a spellcaster, my mum is a werewolf. I have seven brothers and three sisters which currently don't even remember my name. My human mate Raily died in front of my eyes. Along with my father. It's All because of him. The master of this house who attacked my pack years ago. Rohan Monnier. Lycan bastard who happened to rule a stupid pack. " Hey freak, you're needed in the barn. "

I asked Yulia to make me a salad and fried chicken, I've decided to stop wasting food. —The first chapter was a warning against the immortals and their harmful intentions against my well-being. Yoleandra gave me a few useful advises. She also prophesied that I will meet who ran me over very soon. - I report, with the greatest seriousness of which I’m capable. Alex and Patrick look at each other. They do that a lot lately. They're probably plotting against me. I take a sip of water and continue. —The other ten chapters have been a kind of remembrance on the part of the Sorceress, she has a lot of nostalgia about her upbringing being free in her small village, the teachings of her mother who k