Novel & Cerita Spells For Forgetting A Novel

“I’ll get the lipstick of mine without you remembering what happened.” I spoke to my mind and closed my eyes to mumble an incantation. I remembered all of the spells from the Book of Spells and I spoke the incantation for making people forget what happened. When it was done and I opened my eyes again, I saw the storeowner and Bandura falling back to sleep while on the floor. But I know they will wake up any minute, but they are not going to remember anything about me being here.

I hesitated, not wanting to give him false hope, but needing him to know the truth. “As of right now, probably not. Here’s the thing. She’s unwilling. Her brain would process the spell differently than mine did. With me, I wanted to forget, and I would still get little déjà vu feelings when I would do something or meet someone. That was my brain being triggered with memories that the spell helped me forget. And when Cole said what he said to me, it all came back. I don’t know if it was what he said, his tone or the look he gave me, but it all came flooding back in an instant. And I was willing. I wanted to forget.” I took a deep breath and continued.

He was being playful and it pissed me off. “I know you can’t remember that.” I glared at him, “I made sure to wipe it clean from your mind.” His smile didn’t fade, in fact, it grew bigger, “Why? Did you think just because you cast a spell on me, I’d forget about it?” “Yes,” I nodded as I looked back at him wide-eyed, “That’s how the spell works.” “Oh?” He passed me a toothy grin, “Perhaps it doesn’t work the same way on people with perfect memory.”

The fate bond that bound us felt like shackles around my soul, controlling my every desire. I glanced back down at the old, leather-bound book Grandpa Seb had given me. It was filled with spells and charms, including the one he used to hide my mark and suppress the call of my mate. My hands shook with determination as I pored over the pages. The spell was intricate but manageable. I needed to gather the ingredients and practice the incantation, just in case I had to strengthen it. The thought of facing Gabe again, of losing control, filled me with self-loathing.

“Let this be the final binding. Let memory itself hold, even if I forget. Let the circle outlast every shadow.” The spell rose. Words older than grief, gestures carved into her bones by fire and blood. Light poured from her heart—gold, silver, and blue, a cascade of unity and sacrifice. The chamber shook. The entity screamed as the cracks in the seal closed one by one, its shadow unraveling in shrieks of rage. Aria’s memories began to tear loose, slipping from her grasp like leaves in a storm. Faces blurred, names dimmed. Still, she held, clutching not the details but the promise behind them. Remember for me, she prayed. If I forget, remind me who I was.

She replied, her voice trembling. Nyssa held Alice's hand and asked, “Can you do something about it?” Alice sat stiff; her fingers had grown cold. She doesn't know what she should do. “Something like what?” She asked. “Use one of the spells Papa taught you,” Nyssa suggested. “But we don't know who was behind the door. I can use the forgetting spell, but I would need the person's hair. I can't do it without it.” Nyssa's face fell. She was doomed.

My family's grimoire. I lifted it out gently, relief washing over me. I flipped through the pages until I found what I was looking for—the memory spell. The one that could erase and replace memories, bending reality to my will. I walked back to the sentinel, who had bitten his tongue in pain. Blood pooled beneath his head. "Let's use you as target practice," I said, kneeling beside him. I placed my palm on his forehead, feeling the heat of his skin against mine. "You got drunk and wasted here," I whispered, channeling my power into the words. "Nothing else, nothing more."

"Excuse me? What are you trying to say aunty?" "Ohh Blair dear, have you forgotten that I'm a pro with potions?" She winked at me. "Brilliant! You really need to tutor your niece." Aiden commented with a satisfied smile. "Can you both stop keeping me in the dark and tell me what's going on?" I said angrily. "As a witch, I know a couple of spells that can make people forget the horrible incidents in their lives. I can also do it for Mark. In that way, he'll forget all that he saw at the restaurant."

"Make sure she can't cause any trouble." Then came the dark magic—tendrils of power wrapping around my mind like chains, stealing my memories, my identity, everything that made me who I was. The last thing I remember before the darkness took me was Richard's voice: "Goodbye, Mica. Thank you for everything." I come back to myself gasping, my face wet with tears. The silk sheets of Damon's guest bed are twisted around my legs, and my chest heaves like I've been running for miles.

The book looks ancient, in an intriguing way, old leather binds the pages together. “Come look at this.” I call over to Creed. Skimming my fingers along the cover. It’s so beautiful, I start skimming the first few pages seeing simpler spells like, blindness spell, forgetness spell, protection spell, as I keep scanning each page the spells get more and more complicated. “What did you find?” Creed asks when he gets up to me. “My mothers spell book… there are some very complicated spells In this.” I whisper out loud. Creeds pov.