Spellmonger Series Novels & Stories

We all sweared Dwarfs were just some made up species in a children’s book, but turns out they are real. The next week I was with Elder Darnell learning 6 Dark spells: Cloying Darkness, Darkvision, Flood of Darkness, Night Vision, Troubled Sleep, Weak Dark Bolt. I swear to the Moon Goddess the Bolt spells are my favorite ones to learn. For these 6 spells I did great and picked them up quickly.

They are fiercely independent and rarely stay grounded, literally or politically. Mireholt (MY-er-holt) – Swamp witches and blood mages who draw power from decay, rot, and ancestral bones. Their spellcraft is primal and raw, passed down through generations steeped in earth and sacrifice. Foxglove (FOX-gluv) – Masters of venom, temptation, and misdirection. Foxglove witches are spies, poisoners, and political fixers. Their magic is beautiful, seductive, and always has a catch. Thornveil (THORN-vayl) – Defensive spellcrafters and rune-wielders who specialize in hex barriers, sigil locks, and protection circles. When a Thornveil shields you, nothing gets through, unless they want it to.

‘If I learn the complete version of the spell now, would my golden cores increase drastically again? ‘Honestly, I’m getting kind of scared.’ After that, he saw another nine types of forbidden spells: The Great Storm Spell… The Great Flame Spell… The Great Void Spell… The Great Seal Spell… The Great Silencing Spell… The Great Summoning Spell… The Great Reincarnation Spell… and The Great Resurrection Spell. ‘Oh my god, this means I’ve gathered all of them!’ ‘The Holy Book is so powerful. To think it’s my family heirloom…’

I asked them once they all managed to sit down again. Oro's hands shook as he took a book from the table in front of him and opened it. He coughed and arranged his collar a little bit. A nervous tic. "Emm. My King and Queen" he started "since we realised about the prophecy many years ago. We have actually had several special wolves who dedicated their lives to the cause, investigating any shift in the balance of the realms. And that way would be able to inform us of any change in case the prophecy came near. We do not know if we have an enemy yet, we do not even know if there is an enemy.

Rowan shouted, his voice cutting through the tension, ignoring my warnings entirely. The wolves behind me growled, charging towards me with feral intent. Sensing the brewing danger, I lifted my hands, my lips moving swiftly as I chanted spells, the guards getting closer with each step. The room crackled with energy as my voice grew louder. The spells poured from my lips like a raging storm, causing the very air itself to shimmer and twist. Bright lights surged from my hand, twirling round my body like a snake on its prey. The guards upon seeing the sudden turn of events, hesitated for a moment, their growls and snarls faltering as their instinct screamed at them to stop. But Rowan's constant

The metallic taste of copper floods my mouth as the warm crimson droplet falls directly onto the glowing facets of the cursed gem. The moment my pure Mooncrest blood touches the silver band, the stagnant, freezing magic inside the metal shudders violently, reacting to the true sovereign signature of my lineage. The paralyzing spell shatters with a sharp, glass-like ‘ping’ that echoes only in my mind, releasing my muscles and allowing me to leap back into the fray just as Dawn Mercer gains the upper hand.

The sun had gone down when Saffy drove towards Jack's house, and she was interested to see inside the beautiful home. She hadn't thought about Jack for a few days, she had been so busy getting to know her Granny and practising her spells, but she had looked on the bookshelves and found an old book concerning werewolves. It was a bit odd to read as the words kept disappearing, but Granny said to tell the book off - which Saffy thought would be neither use nor ornament, but then her world had turned into entirely crazy, so reprimanding a book seemed neither here nor there.

He moved with purpose, like he knew exactly where everything was without having to look. Six books landed on the table in front of me with a series of heavy thuds. "Advanced Elemental Manipulation," Cornelius announced, tapping the first book with one claw. "Theoretical Applications of Raw Magic. The Spellweaver's Handbook. Ancient Casting Techniques. Magical Theory and Practice. And Bloodlines and Power." "That's a lot." "You asked for the strongest." He flew to the front of the room, toward the platform where that strange spiral book spun endlessly. The one with no front or back page. No clear beginning or end.

"No! Shane, you're the only one in my heart. I couldn't care less about this loser! I've already tricked him into coming here for you. Why would I betray you?" Shane nodded, pleased, and waved over the robed stranger standing nearby. "You! The spell you cast on this guy last time didn't work. Do it again. Right now. I've got a live stream tonight, and nothing can go wrong!" The stranger in the robe quickly nodded, took out a silver needle, and came toward me. He pricked my fingertip and let a drop of blood fall onto a doll. It reminded me of six months ago when Wren poked my finger, saying she was checking my blood sugar.

she screamed, denying everything. The sorcerer looked up, revealing yellowed teeth and a cold smile. "Luna Alayna, you really have a poor memory. When you paid me a fortune for the surrogate pregnancy curse, you certainly didn't say that." The room fell into stunned silence. The surrogate pregnancy curse was forbidden magic in the werewolf packs. Anyone caught using it would be exiled for life. Veins bulging on his forehead, Misael kicked the sorcerer violently. "You're lying! I don't know you! Sienna must have paid you to frame us!"