Spellmonger Series Novels & Stories

Even after half an hour, he couldn't fall asleep so he retrieved the Forbidden Book Of Ancient Spells of The World and started turning pages, digging about the spell. The Ancient Concealment and Deception Spell of Divine Beasts was an old magic practice which could only be performed by the most eligible warlocks of the world. To be able to perform one, the warlock or witch performing it must come from a special lineage called the Mixed Bloods, a hybrid race of shifters who came from many different origins. Malachi frowned at the explanation of the race but continued turning pages until the sun came out the next day. Only then did he drop the book, an hour later after the first light of day.

I just don’t know why my parents forbid me from using it but it appears to me that it will just cause me danger so I have no reasons in using so. “Happy Birthday Crystal!” A familiar voice coming from behind me really surprised me. The voice came from Kirk Robinson, my friend at Pyronia Island where we once lived. “Thanks for coming! Who are you with? I thought you’ll not be able to come but you did! You really are amazing.” Kirk gave me a slight hug before handing me his present. He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds.

"Emily, this spell you speak of, it's ancient and powerful. But with such power comes great risk. How can we be sure it won't backfire and cause more harm than good?" I took a deep breath, meeting Rowan's gaze. "I understand your concerns. This spell is not without its dangers. But we are facing annihilation. The Order of the Silver Moon is planning a full-scale assault on our town. We have no choice but to use every tool at our disposal." Elijah stepped forward, his deep voice commanding attention. "The spell's risks are great, yes. But I have seen what The Order is capable of. They will not stop until every werewolf is eradicated. This spell could give us the edge we need to survive."

“That’s not even a real mage. That’s a vegetable stew.” She ignored me and tried to cast something. “KLAH-ZOOMIA EXPLODIUS!” she screamed, flinging a glowing orb at me. It fizzled. Then turned into a frog. A confused frog, who croaked once and hopped straight into a nearby palace fountain. One of the guards, Sir Helgo—an older knight with half a beard and a big belly—squinted. “Was that a frog spell?” “No,” I said, completely deadpan. “It was revenge.”

The shadows surged, forming jagged spikes of darkness that aimed straight for me. I moved with the wolf’s speed, dodging and weaving, letting shadow extend before me to meet his. The tendrils collided in a scream of grinding energy. Sparks—gold, red, silver—danced across the chamber as my magic fused with his. My heart pounded with a mix of fear and exhilaration. Every strike, every block, every parry was survival, strategy, and declaration all at once.

“I’m ready.” The voice replied, “Let us begin. A hundred spells without any errors, Your Majesty.” I took in a deep breath then exhaled before I began to imagine the motions of each spell in my mind. Then I spoke. “First, the Strigoi concealing spell,” I began, and moved my body into the same position as directed in the book. I recited the first spell. Then the second. Then the tenth. I had changed my approach to memorizing the spells entirely.

Suddenly, it isn’t so bad to go and fulfill this assignment if I can truly help Gideon Swan. And I don’t know it, but by the middle of this ramblings in my thought, I fell asleep, and I am now holding this man who is as old as my Dad by the elbows while we laughed about some mistake in a magick spell that has him make a lump of salt into a dragon, who flew to the mountains of Germany and shapeshifts itself into a sheep.

Sweat clung to his dark skin, running down his face in rivulets as he raised his arms and threw back his head. “Mortuos voco! Pro nobis pugna! Domum nostram defende!” Sterling shouted, his voice low and haunting. “I call forth the dead! Fight for us! Defend our home!” Shit, this wasn’t good. A spell like that would drain him like a fucking juice box. What had to have been at least one hundred wisps of smoke rose from the cracks in the ground. They quickly reformed, taking on the shape of human and wolf alike. Two glowing eyes, the color of polished rubies, shone from within each one.

I flipped through her spellbook in hopes of finding a spell similar to the one used to attack Xavier. I doubted she had that kind of spell present, but I had to try. I browsed through the whole book and found nothing. There were glamor spells and spells that could be used to the detriment of a werewolf. But there was nothing related to the spells used against Antonio’s body to fight Xavier. There were no spells on necromancy, and I doubted the witch, Carmila, was a necromancer. “This is enough. Time to get out of here.” I dropped the spellbook back into the position where I found it and tried my best to cover up every trace of my getting to the book.

I chanted fiercely with her hands stretched out, I needed this spell to work flawlessly my child’s life depended on it, at first it seemed like the effort I was putting in was not enough, with tears in my eyes, I tried to concentrate, I knew this was the only way, the wind blew across the woods intensely carrying dead leaves from trees and tree branches, the wind blew in a circular like motion, once again my eyes changed colors from blue to gold but this time it lasted a while longer, the basket began to float on water like a well constructed canon but with super engines as it swiftly went out sight in less than no time, this spell weakened me so much I fell to her knees weakened by the spel