Novel & Cerita Spellmonger Series

“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.

The handsome and innocent looking young boy had turned to a fiery beast whose chains had been cut by its own fire. " Derek! Wait!" The boy turned to the lady with eyes that still recognized no one. To him, every single person there was a traitor. " You killed my mother!!!" He attacked the woman with a strength that a boy could not have possibly possessed. In a matter of moments, two older wolves, a man and a woman who was the healer he had called, were lying on the ground. Both were draining towards unconsciousness. While still standing there, he felt his fire being watered down. His eyes had turned from the crystal gold of his beta form to his normal bodily eyes. His claws withdrew and he r

He cleared his throat and leaned forward on the couch, his hands entwined with one another and placed casually on his lap. “Now, it’s time you learned about your ancestry and how you came to be,” he told me. “As you know, there are three main sorcerer bloodlines. These three bloodlines are the most powerful in the world. They are broken down into three separate covens, each coven holds its own special abilities. The Amyrran coven specialized in potions, which included poisons and curses. The Sawol coven specialized in telepathy, and anything that has to do with the mind. The Wlanc coven, mine, specializes in prophecy. Most sorcerers tend only to have one major special power, a gift from the

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.

After a few minutes of flicking through pages Cam smiles and closes the book with a soft thud. “Okay, so it looks like it’s probably a spin off version of a basic stealth spell. Instead of hiding a person’s presence WHILE they’re at a place, it hides it afterwards.” She explains. Pride and satisfaction in her voice for finding the correct spell. “Is there anything about it that we could use to find the caster?” Bellamy prompts. Cam considers and her face falls a little.

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