Novel & Cerita Spellmonger Series

"Let me know what you like to read and I'll make up a list for you." "One of the things I'm interested in is the legend of the werewolf. Do you have any good books about that?" Jamie froze in place. Werewolves? Was this some kind of weird cosmic accident? Because ever since she'd found that old book in the attic she'd been reading everything about werewolves she could get her hands on. She was rooted to the spot, her eyes locked with his strange amber ones. She stared at him and for several seconds she swore something shimmered in the air between them like electricity only stronger. Her immediate surroundings faded into a mist and only she and Mike existed.

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

Memories of his father must have flooded his mind at the sight of his most precious asset. Nodding at Ragnor, Xee opened the book and flipped through the pale pages. He moved to the second part of the book which contained information about witch's spells. Ragnor helped Xee to sift through hundreds of spells and they stopped at the portion where body-related spells were scribbled. My heart picked a beat as I read the headings such as mind-crippling spell, numbing spell, maddening spell, and so on. A cold shiver ran down my spine as I kept reading.

“I summoned them. Tell them what you need and they’ll fetch it.” I swallowed hard and reached for my satchel at the foot of the bed. My fingers fumbled as I pulled free one of my mother’s spellbooks, the worn leather cover cool against my clammy hands. My heart raced as I flipped through the pages, skimming past wards, charms, and healing rites until I landed on the spell I needed. “Yes, here.” My voice shook as I read the faded words. “I’ll need wolfsbane, powdered moonstone, river salt, and fresh sage. Quickly!”

It must be hard tumbling around in someone's pocket. "Now, we don't have much time," Owlyn spoke again. "The Groundsler would come looking for us here. You have to break the spell." "I told you I don't know how to..." "It's the poem," this time it was the frog who spoke. Cassandra tossed the frog from her hands with a yelp of surprise. She still hadn't gotten used to her speaking ability yet, and it freaked her out. In fact, after the fear of death wore off, Cassandra started to view the frog with the same squeamish uneasiness again.

Yet in my heart I know the truth, I flash back to the images I saw on the paintings in the castle, during my wandering. Now it makes sense! The Royal family are the dragons of old. It was always them, but why they lost the ability to change is a mystery. However, in each of those portraits the eyes were the common link between the human and the dragon. Lilli! I'm staring at my Lilli! As that realisation crashes through me she moves away and growls, then someone shouts. “Stay away from me beast!” She lets out an angry roar and grabs something, it takes me a moment to realise that she has caught Lance, just as his gun lands on the floor.

*Soleil* The howl of a wolf rips through the forest again. For a moment everything is silent as the grave, before yelling and noises come crashing in on me. Halfway panicked I try to remember what Tjalfe told me. The spell. Why did I say that I remembered the spell ? I can't remember it. "Tjalfe I need you, are you here ?" I yell, my heart hammering like a jackhammer and I have a hard time breathing.

Shit, don tell me he’s a. “That’s right, you imbecile, I am a lycanthrope! Or, what you humans commonly call a werewolf.” Garth spat after reading my thoughts. He wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Although I have no idea how you came up with such a vile sounding name.” His piercing eyes bore into mine. “You are a slayer, I am a lycanthrope and she is a vympire.” “A vympire?” I said. “You mean, vampire, don’t you?”