Novel & Cerita Spellmonger Series

“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.

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.

Thank you so much for coming along with me on this adventure. This first book has proven to be extremely difficult. I’m sure you’re wondering if Sierra’s journey will end here, or what Zaiden will discover in Queen Esme’s journal. Well, I won’t keep you waiting too long. I will reveal all this and more in the novels that follow. Order of the Ambersky Pack Series: 1. Wolves & Magic (completed) 2. A Dark Revenge (TBD)

The weather had been better, which always put me in a better mood, so perhaps my enthusiasm had translated into the spells as I chanted them. "Yes, she wants to come alive. Something has called to her. Something is pulling her from the abyss. Her spirit wants to return and reclaim her body." "Really?" I asked, my heart racing and warmth radiating throughout my body. "Yes, I recommend a double batch this month. You're getting close." "Yes, please, I'll do anything!" My eyes brimmed with tears. I almost never cried, but my emotions were now going into overdrive. My wolf wanted to come back. She wanted to return. This was actually happening!