Spells From The Book Of Shadows Charmed นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Do you know what they call those wolves who willingly let those bloodsucker vampires drink from them during sexual intercourse? They’re called blood whores. And that’s what you’re doing, you’re turning me into one of them.” That was the last straw. He launched himself at me but I was faster. With my magic, I stopped him in midair with one hand then my other hand summoned the Book of the Damned and it flipped open to the page that I needed. Reading the Latin words written there, I cast the spell that I’d used for healing charms. Yesterday, I hadn’t only noticed how he didn’t get burned from touching my 925 sterling silver charm bracelet, but I’d also learned that he’d been like his old self

But then, I couldn’t move. My body tensed as I tried to lift a foot, twist a wrist, even tilt my head. My limbs had locked up like stone. The air was frozen, and the energy around us became heavier. I looked down to see my own shadow was gripping my ankles, slithering like a cursed rope of smoke. I snarled under my breath. “The shadow binding spell”. I muttered.

The army froze instinctively, wolves crouching, dragons lowering their wings, witches murmuring protective wards, and vampires tensing, their senses sharp for the first sign of danger. Charlie stepped forward, his hands already tracing complex runes in the air, muttering under his breath. “Ah, yes. Classic Shadowcraft. This is a ward designed to detect emotional energy, especially the kind that pulses from bonded mates. It’s… insidious. It won’t harm the strong physically, but it can disorient and separate if triggered incorrectly.” Nalia’s phoenix wings flared as she hovered, inspecting the shimmering barrier. “So we can’t just rush it. We have to… guide ourselves through, carefully.”

One from her various readings springing to mind, Chiri ruminated over the details of the spell for a moment before speaking again. “I don’t need to cast it though.” Chiri observed, glancing down at her own shadow. Her eyes fell on its wavering shape coldly, before moving she fingers slowly in a pattern in the air above it. “Dim companion, no longer shall you follow me. Tis, at this time I rid you of my company, so mote it be. Sevurn uram.” Unaccustomed to issuing spells aloud, Chiri whispered the words carefully. Unsure of whether the method would actually work, the response swiftly came in the form of an anguished hiss from Amelia.

I felt satisfied with what I was holding and took it out of the closet with me so I could wear it for dinner. After I was done picking out my outfit I decided to go back to the black book that my teacher gave me and try to see if I could teach myself a spell. I held the book in my hand for a few seconds before finally opening it. I could feel a small smile on my face when the book opened easily. When I looked inside the book I saw that there was one spell on the first page of the book. I could feel a frown replace the smile on my face. I couldn’t understand why the spell Shadow was the first thing I had to learn. What does it even do?

Spells of twisting, shadowy energy were sent flying toward us. I didn’t flinch. Moonlight surged through me, bright and pure. With nothing more than a pulse of my Goddess-given power, I shattered every spell mid-air. The dark magic dissolved into harmless sparks that scattered like dying fireflies. The witch stumbled, her eyes widening in terror as my lunar glow intensified, bathing the foggy clearing in silvery light.

She quickly moved on to the next step. “Spellcasting is more than just throwing energy around. There are words, incantations, and movements that enhance the power.” She walked over to a book resting on a wooden bench and flipped through the pages. “Here. Try this one. It is a simple energy manipulation spell.” I took the book, scanning the ancient script. The words felt foreign, yet familiar, as if they had always been buried somewhere deep inside me. Luminare exanthis, feron voltara.

Spellbound, the only thing that he wanted in that moment was to let his body speak to her in a language entirely its own. Lightning traveled up his arms from her frozen body and he let go with a gasp. “Charmer!” he hissed, and gripped the hilt of his blade. It was all he could do not to kill her on the spot. Of all the woman in the world Rihlia had to call friend, why one of them, one of the few guaranteed to be trouble to the males of his kind? “What?” She looked confused. Could she be ignorant of her curse? It would not save her. He had sworn not to harm her, but it would not stop the others. They would kill her. A charmer was a temptress, a siren, poison.

She decided she would give it another try or two today, but first she wanted to try something new and easier, so the flipped the page to the third spell. This one was an illumination spell, used primarily for lighting one’s way in the dark, but with a notation that used at full power, it could be employed to distract and even repel light sensitive creatures such as vampires. Leesa read the page carefully several times, making sure to miss no detail. When she was certain she understood the spell and its incantation completely, she closed the book. “So, what’s next?” Rave asked. “An illumination spell. I need a visual first, though. Could you grab that candle from my desk, please?” She pointed

I ask achingly “After the three days banquet with the king. That will be more than enough time to be able to get the strands of hair, right?” “Yeah, so do you have a dark art spell book for the altering of fated mates? Since dark art spell books are very limited editions and an individual is not permitted to have it, save for an institution or organization registered under the King's government.” I ask cautiously “Definitely Hermione, your grandmother got legs…” She grins, standing up “Give me a minute, I'll go get the dark art spell book vol.0 for you to see.” Grandmother walks to her room.