Spells Of Magic Novels & Stories

“So if someone is cursed to sleep, what spell would you use to counter the curse?” I ask Aunt Shanna. “Ah!” she exclaims after pausing to think. “I know just the spell.” She begins to flip through the pages. Words fly past in rapid succession, but I manage to read a few. They mean guard, bind, and dispel. After flipping through half of the book, Shanna stops and points to a page. The explanation of the spell is short and merely states that the spell will wake up the recipient. The magic word is ‘izuzzu’ which means ‘arise’ in the language of magic. This is written at the center of the magic circle and is surrounded by lines that form the shape of z’s. Shanna seems to be watching me because w

CLAIRE's POV “As you know, spells are divided into classes, which are elements. Fire, water, wind and earth,” Aunt Axera said as she paced in front of me. I stood rigidly to the ground, palms made into tight fists as I listened to her. Her eyes found me and she continued. “Some spells differ however, like the healing and protection spell. There is one more spell, one which I will not mention.” I cocked my head with my eyebrows raised. I wanted to question her on what spell she was talking about, but the look on her face told me that she was not willing to talk about it.

I ask. Chuckling Miranda replies, “That’s what a protection spell is silly. It will protect Lily against dark magic. Every witch has their own signature spells that we develop, almost like a trademark. So, for someone to break that spell, it would take some time and the short time we will be walking around will give me a chance to pick up any oddities in the air. I wouldn’t trust it my entire visit, but I would trust it for the next hour that Lily shows me around,” she concludes.

There is no time for regret now as that will only create a feeling of defeat that would deplete their energy and for those around them. Day three – The Witches have figured out that there is a magic dome creating a force that prevents magic from being used within its bubble. Each witch and witch's coven have their own spells and deciphering that spell takes time, just as figuring out what a person uses to create a cake, some of the recipe is commonly used but there is always the secret ingredient that is unique to those Cakes ingredients. This is true with spells created by witches; it is unique to that witch.

The soul is influenced by the mind and is connected with blood, muscle, and bones. All the spells in the book are mostly about mental processes. Though some of them include a hand gesture and an incantation, they are not as vital as the ability of the mind. Each spell includes a complex process of concentration, visualization, and mental command, the length of casting time entirely depending on the spell caster’s ability. Despite her expectations, Elysia can’t even complete the initial stage. Her thoughts are wandering around against her wish, and also she is strangely self-conscious. Secretly she has hoped to master this new spell overnight.

"My beloved, within the Book of Spells, there lies a spell so great that if it succeeds, it shall build the perfect race." "What do you mean perfect race?" "There shall be seven spells that shall test mortal, immortal, and the dead to see who lasts through the process. That shall be the perfect race that shall be under the rule that man that cast the spell." "What seven spells?" "Well, the first has just been cast. The Darkness. The one that shall cleanse the mortals."

It was glowing green. “Morning.” He greeted me with a smile. My palms began to sweat. My mom was holding a scroll glowing with a darker green. She was reading something. She muttered a word under her breath and dad stepped out of the way. Mom thrust her hand forward and the blue ball floated and it tried to get out of the grip. Its flame was slowly burning out. My mom screamed an incantation and she fisted her hand. The ball disappeared in a thin smoke. “Morning, dear.” My mom said putting the scroll down. I felt my skin burning. She turned to dad.

I could still remember that day like it had happened just yesterday. My hands tightened on the staring wheel as I inhaled and exhaled, preparing for what I was about to do. "Gùfùh uzò.." I whispered slowly as I concentrated on the land before me. Those spells were as simple as abc and they had been the first spells my mother had thought to me as a child. Opening spells. The hairs at the back of my neck stood as I felt it, the slight brush of the spells that surrounded Lakewood. Spells that were meant to identify who belonged in there, and who was not welcomed.

Burst: A spell that damages multiple targets in a specific area. Stunning Spells: These spells can temporarily incapacitate an opponent, making them unable to act. Impediment Jinx: This spell slows down or hinders the movement of an opponent. Full Body-Bind Curse: This curse immobilizes the target, making them unable to move. Aurora Lance: This spell makes negates all resistances from spell elements Weak Flame: This spell produces a small flame. Defense Spells: Mage Armor: Provides a significant boost to armor class for Wizards and Sorcerers.

I said causing confusion all around the table. "Let me explain it simpler. It's a spell that combines The God of the futures magic, The God of Unbreakable bonds magic, The God of protective magic and The Goddess of dark secrets and Unspeakable truths magic together to make a spell that blocks off whats needed. So if Chasity here wanted to say 'Mazyaa do you remember the time you tried to use my magic and lost control.' it would prevent it." I said finally getting everyone to understand. "Now we don't have to worry. I made sure to cover everything." I stated confidently.