Spells From Every Witch Way Novels & Stories

I had no other choice, I had hoped that it wouldn’t come to this. The wolves couldn’t enter the circle and they were hurting themselves trying to get in. I focused all my strength, all my power into one final spell. “Brenna bikkja.” I screamed with everything in me as the blue flames erupted from my hands and enveloped me with such a fury that Sabine started burning both on the inside and the outside. She screamed with such ferocity that the two other witches stepped out of the circle as they tried to get away from the flames.

I immediately read the ingredients and tried to familiarize the steps myself. “At exactly midnight, put the ingredients together in a pot. Should be in order according to the list. The heat should come from the trunk of a fifty-year-old oak tree. Simmer while reading the enchantment until the color fades. It should be as clear as water. Cool down before serving.” The procedure seemed easy but the power it carries could alter someone’s fate. By then, I decided to risk my life and become a real witch. -- My farewell including my reasons of taking this path was written in a piece of cloth. I used charcoal as my ink and my handkerchief as my paper. After I put the letter on the table, I held on

Memories of his father must have flooded his mind at the sight of his most precious asset. Nodding at Ragnor, Xee opened the book and flipped through the pale pages. He moved to the second part of the book which contained information about witch's spells. Ragnor helped Xee to sift through hundreds of spells and they stopped at the portion where body-related spells were scribbled. My heart picked a beat as I read the headings such as mind-crippling spell, numbing spell, maddening spell, and so on. A cold shiver ran down my spine as I kept reading.

This time I closed my eyes, trying to take whatever things that were in my mind out of my head and to focus on the tree ahead of me. Once I was sure I was ready, I said the word, ‘Oscailte.’ My eyes fluttered open, ready to see if the tree paved the way, but to my disappointment, nothing happened. I felt suffocated, as I cast spells over and over again, but the result was still the same. I was not ready to give up, I continued out of frustration, till I got blood coming out of my nose. Dad had to stop me since I was getting myself injured.

“By the shadows that dance, by the moon’s embrace, I call upon the dark powers to amplify my grace!” Her spells crackled with energy, weaving together a tapestry of malevolent magic. “As Alice learns to wield the elements, I will harness the storms of chaos,” Corazon vowed, her eyes glowing with wicked intent. “With my spells, I shall control the winds and command the fire! Soon, she will be no match for me.” As the night wore on, Corazon delved deeper into her dark arts, channeling her energy into spells that shimmered with dark allure. Each incantation brought forth new powers, but they came with a price.

Hard telling how long it would take to find what I was looking for. The pages of the grimoire were incredibly old and stiff as I carefully paged through. Some of the spells dated back to the fifteen hundreds, before the Salem Witch Trials. But it was known that the people they had executed weren't witches. In my short time in the supernatural world, even I knew that there was no way to catch a witch who didn't want to be caught. He or she could easily transport anywhere they wanted and escape. In the grimoire, there were spells of all kinds. One spell was for making the crops grow well. There was a killing spell with a warning not to use it lightly and definitely not in the heat of passion.

From that day forward, until she turned eighteen, she learned all sorts of strange things from Qontessah, which she later realized were some kind of sorcery or witchcraft. She learned to be benevolent by using white magic and cruel by using black magic from her. Qontessah was a master of all trades. She learned to heal and kill, but most importantly, she learned to manipulate the environment to her advantage.

If she's an ersatz, like Cassana assumed she was, it would make sense that she would learn another spell with the same words of incantation. The third word was easy, she could just use the one she uses in her Blizzard spell. Next up, she needed a gesture. For a spell that powerful, she would need both her arms to conjure it. She narrowed down five spells that she had memorized, and picked apart their gestures. She arranged their degrees based on how closely related they are to transmugenic spells.

Frankly, after the dark spell she had cast during her last mission; Chiri had not anticipated ever setting her sights on him again and was not keen on doing so now. The spell in question being one she had come across in a hidden compartment of Xavier Crouse’s private library. It had been curiosity and rebelliousness, which had led her to commit the obviously forbidden destruction spell to memory. Already a powerful renounced witch, Chiri had never intended to use it. Until it became the last resort of a seemingly futile situation, when it whispered to her like a foul demon to employ it.

“I can’t heal cuts and wounds magically, and it’s evident that your thigh wound is beyond your capabilities. We’ll have to do it the old-fashioned way. I’m going to rip away the fabric sticking to your wound. Then I’m going to tie a strip of cloth above the bleeding point. I’ll have to use a hot knife to sear the wound. It’s going to hurt like hell.” I'm sure it's going to, but what choice do I have? "Okay." He pours water from the waterskin into the basin. "Do you think you can heat it magically?" "Yes." I might be weak right now, but I wouldn't be a witch if I couldn't perform such a basic spell. When I wave my hand over the basin, steam rises from it. "Thank heavens. I hope you can heat t