Spells For Forgetting Novels & Stories

he commanded I was weak to his commands and the words rushed out of me before I could stop myself. "Your parents eh?. I remember...some many years ago. When you first reached out, when you first turned" he replied "I have...I have seen you before?" I whispered. "Of course little one" he replied. I couldn't believe it, I would have remembered, my four year old mind had to have held onto the memories of seeing this man. Why had I let myself forget? Why? I knew the reason though, but no potent spell should be strong enough to take my memories of him from me. I already felt owned as it was.

He knew Zompano well afterall. “Don’t worry about that,” Aunt Nyssa said. “Although, you guys can not kill him tonight because I have already seen his death in different circumstances but you can always put a ‘Forgetting Spell’ on him. He is too powerful so the spell will fade off in 2 weeks and might even take less than a week if a witch is able to ward it off after finding about it which will be a task in itself but still, this temporary solution might help us for at least a week,” she suggested.

,I walk towards my room, shutting the door behind me,as tears stream my face. I sob to my heart's content,my thoughts bitter and heart pained. He's probably moved on,happy. I hug my knees to my chest,crying like I have never cried before. What should I do to forget him?

ALTHEA. I did it. This was one of the spells I saw handwritten in the Dark Witches book that I took with me. I had no idea where Mom got this, but it must be where she learned how to erase my memories and my dark witch’s mark. As soon as I realized this was the spell I wanted to use, I started practicing using things before I moved on with plants, sucking the life out of them and gathering their energy in one place. Patrea was so patient with me as I learned this spell. But we both knew there was no guarantee it would work.

After several long minutes she pulled her hands away and opened her eyes her expression grave. “His memory has been magically erased,” she said in a calm but serious voice. “It is a very precise and powerful spell designed to remove specific events while leaving the person otherwise intact. When I dig deeper I can see Seraph clearly in the memory. I can see the storage building and the presence of blood. But the actual act what Seraph was doing with the blood and how the killing occurred is completely blank. The spell was triggered the moment the guard witnessed the critical moment. This tells us something important. Seraph knows someone is watching him. He prepared for it. He used forbidden

Aleesha laughs making Lash give her a look that says 'are you seriously doing that right now? "You should be happy! Now you can use it to your advantage. First, can you cast a love spell?" Aleesha asks happily and Lash shakes her head making Aleesha's smile to drop. Her smile resurfaces again when she thinks of something. "Can we do something to somebody and then make the person forget that thing?" Lash says yes and Aleesha squeals. "But the highest it can last for is ten years." "Ehn, that's not a problem. As long as the person forgets it, i don't have a problem." Aleesha shrugs.

"There are spells which can make people forget a certain period of their life, I can do that on Mark. That way he would not remember you like a wolf, nor the scuffle which he saw." "Really? Is that possible?" I asked excitedly. This was good if Rick agreed to it. "Generally, I don't do these kinds of stuff, and it's not recommended. Memory spells are dangerous. One wrong step can wipe out the entire memories of a person. Also, if we use it very frequently then wolves might become complacent regarding their secrecy. We can't go around wiping memories of humans who saw werewolves. But seeing the current situation, this would be best for him." Aunt Flora explained.

Page by page, spell by spell, searching for a way to pull him from that place. That’s when I found it: “The Redemptive Forgetting.” A spell that erased all memories of the caster from the target’s mind. The price was high—the caster would lose part of their own essence, their ability to love deeply. But Dorian would live. He would forget. He would be free. “I’ll free you,” I promised the black candle I lit. “Even if it destroys me.” I prepared the circle of salt on my bedroom floor, furniture pushed to the walls, opening up space. Just candles, the voodoo doll, and Agnes’s diary at the center.

“If you want to keep Leesa’s existence a secret, why is she here at all? I can have her far away in no time.” “Jenna can explain it better than me.” Dominic turned to the witch. “From my limited knowledge of a focused forgetting spell, I understand that when you wish to wipe away the memory of a specific thing or person, it helps to have as detailed an image as possible to work with, right?” Jenna nodded and turned her eyes to Leesa. “That’s right. Having Leesa here and being able to look at her while I cast the spell will make it easier for me to wash any memory of her from the black wizards’ minds.”

And, she couldn’t afford to take a risks. She would have to make a spell that wouldn’t bring too much attention to her, and make people feel she was an innocent woman, and that spell was the forgetful spell. Sam was going to forget that any of those things happened, and she would definitely be fine. She was sure of it.