Spells Of Magic Novels & Stories

I ask and she smirks. "There is none," she says and I give her that 'you got to be kidding me' kind of look. "Spells are not about saying the incantation and magical things happening before your eyes. It's about projecting magic out of you and bending that magic to do your will. The incantation is just to summon it but when you get good enough you will find yourself not even saying the words anymore." "I'm not good enough I can't even control a sunlight spell. How am I going to be able to control a death spell. What if there are like skeletons under the yard and I bring them back to life. Klara is going to kill me."

"From what I heard it sounds like 'Scho-Tino-Theyama'.." This time, it was Allan and Niccoli talking to one another. "Now, finally we will move on for the mild offense spell types. I have prepared a total of five spells today that you can easily utilize after reaching at least the intermediate level of Red Realm." The first spell that Professor De Belen introduced was the FROST BOMB. "STAMATISTE EKEI" It is the same ice-type magic spell that Nike used during the banquet to chase after a Lava Breathing Boar way back.

"The Grimoire of Imogene Greenreaver. Only those in my line shall read the words upon these pages. So mote it be." A shiver ran through Saffron as she read her grandmother's words. She turned the pages and found that this was indeed a book of spells, not just one of traditional remedies. Her eyes widened as she flipped through the spells. A tingle ran through her fingers as she read one for casting light in the darkness. Confused she looked at her hands. They seemed to glow slightly. She flexed her fingers experimentally. A spark of light shot from them.

His bones were cracking and he had twisted his neck in an awkward angle. He's very angry, I thought. I concentrated on my magic supply and said my first and easiest spell that I had to learn the hard way from my mother's spell book, in oculis mortalibus eris. I have used this spell to protect myself and my sister while we were at our real home before we came to this neighborhood. The spell is like a force-field. It covers the caster and makes humans, not supernaturals, see things contrary to what is really going on. It's been long since I've had to cast this spell but it still held on. As long as I don't deplete my magic supply, I will be alright. Alpha Mason growled at me. His red eyes gla

I think I should rest now but I’m not tired yet and I haven’t reached my goal yet— to release energy and form it into a weapon like a sword or something. “You can do it Crystal.” I whispered to myself before letting a huge amount of black energy out of my hands, just enough for me to create an output. I imagined a bow and an arrow and tried to make it out of my magic by slowly moving my hands in the air but I just ended up being surrounded by black smoke. I never thought that doing an enchanted craft can be this hard but how can a respectable school accept someone like me who only knows how to release her magic and knows nothing beyond it?

He smiled at us, revealing his bloody lips as blood trickled down the edge of his lips. Suzy closed her eyes and started chanting incantations, she controlled every molecule present in the air and directed it towards the map to have a lead of some sort but instead, the map caught fire-- every part of it leaving nothing but burnt ashes on the table and burnt-out candles. "How is that possible?" I stood up immediately not understanding how and what went wrong. "It is simple actually, he is cloaked by magic. After all, he is a powerful warlock that won't do anything to stay anonymous considering the fact that he has upset a powerful family." Suzy raised her brow and grinned at everyone present.

I gulp hardly, not tearing my eyes from Dad. "...You see, I didn't push further when you told me about your mate. For I knew that dark magic always finds its way to hunt those who uses it. It is like dining with the devil himself... No one can escape it. It might take time, but it won't be forever." Dad concludes "Wow. This is frightening and soothing at the same time." I whisper, looking at the goosebumps that had spread all over my arm "You're welcome. Pumpkin, so now you wouldn't change Glinda's gender, would you?" Dad asks subtly

"He kept showing up when I felt worst. Said weird things about my energy." A beat of silence. Then Derek exhaled, shaking his head. "Energy draining is rare. Some call it ‘witch sickness.’ There’s no real cure, just… prevention." He abruptly changed the subject, pulling a book from the shelf. "This spell sharpens memory. Temporary, but useful before exams." As he leaned in to point out a passage, his shoulder brushed hers—and he froze. "Your magic," he murmured. "It feels… different." Rita forced a laugh. "Probably Pru’s amulet." She tapped the charm at her throat—a decoy.

Many achievements of my ancestors were recorded for their descendants to learn. The journal was quite extensive, and divided into many parts. And in the end part, it was filled with spells. Protection spells, healing spells for curing illness or injury, divination spells for revealing hidden knowledge or the future, and destruction spells for causing harm or chaos. Then there is elemental magic, necromancy magic that involves death and the dead. Also illusion magic for creating illusions or manipulating perceptions. Pain reduction, ageing spell, werewolf antivenom spell, and many more. They were explained and described perfectly for followers to perform.

MIA'S POV As I delicately turned the worn pages of the Book of Enchantments, my eyes widened in disbelief. Each incantation revealed a darker secret, a more malevolent power than the last. The ancient script described spells that could rend the very fabric of reality, summon creatures from the shadows, and manipulate minds with a mere whisper. My heart quickened as I stumbled upon a page filled with vicious curses, each word practically dripping with malice. The realization struck me like a physical blow – this book, revered for its enchantments, was a weapon of unimaginable destruction.