Spells Potions Novels & Stories

There were containers that needed to be sanitized and labeled, then we had to unpack the nonperishable items and stow them away for opening day. While we worked, Nova chattered on about the ins and outs of magic. “So, there’s potions, spells, charms, jinxes—also referred to as hexes—and your good, old-fashioned curses.” she explained, kicking some of the empty boxes out of the little storage room we occupied. “All of them require ingredients and intention. Those two are probably the most important components of any spell. Well, that along with the time and place you’re preforming it, but we’ll get to all of that later.”

"Possession of any kind is bad for business. Have you felt any signs of a foreign presence since we entered?" "I believe I said I don't have my powers anymore," I reminded him sternly. "Since I have a bit of connection to Arth and its magic, I make potions with light spells. Due to the lack of forewarning, I forgot the potion at home." "Can you do it again?" "Sure. I need your glasses too." I glanced at his sunglasses in his free hand. "What for?" "We are witch hunting." Preparing the potion again went harder than the first time. It was hard procuring the ingredients needed and trying to remember what ingredient went first. After many trials, we achieved the spell.

One by one, I added the ingredients into the boiling pot and watched with an evil delight as the liquid boiled. As the moonrays danced around the doll I held aloft, I knew it was time to complete the spell. With quick movements, I tossed the doll into the boiling liquid and closed my eyes, my lips beginning to move in silent incantation. “Spirits of forgetfulness, heed my call. Consume this thread that binds my son to his love and destroy the love within. Let this spell be complete. So mote it be.” My breath caught in my throat as the liquid in the pot began to bubble with intensity, the boiling reaching a feverish pitch that forced me to take a step back. The liquid seemed to take on a life

For eight years, I and my two kid sisters together with my mother suffered hell, my mother had been compelled to look for a cleaning job in a Backery here in Scotswood, Newcastle shortly after my dad passed away, we also moved to a small apartment which my mom could afford the rent. We had been compelled to go into the new apartment one year after the demise of my dad, we were forcefully move out of our apartment. Feeding became a challenge, all my father's investment were claimed by a strange woman who had proven to be the next of kin to my father, she claimed all his investments and properties. My mom told us how that the lady by the name kate was to get married to my dad, but that she was

I lifted my eyes to the sky, taking a deep breath in, and sighing out. "It's been a long time coming. I just know our ancestors are ready for our victory." I picked a few herbs from my pocket, dropping them into the boiling water. A midnight blue color slowly appeared, as I took the large stained stick and stirred. The heat of the water kept raising. I plucked three small vials from a sachel that hung from my hip and placed them into the pot. The words that called forth the powers that flowed through me, came rushing forward. My words came out as a whisper. As I continued the chant, the wind picked up all around, and my energy shifted. I held my hands by my sides, palms face up, as my chant

Will you do as I have instructed you? —Yes, Sorceress. - The general responds reverently. —Once your lord’s body is supplanted, wrap him in a carpet and bring him up to my cave. The contents of the cup is dangerous. Store it in a jar. If you are truly willing to serve your master in his next life when you bring his body to my cave, I will tell you what to do next... Patrick contemplates the remaining liquid inside the glass. Yoleandra takes out a tiny, clay jar and pours the concoction into it, very slowly.

I say. “Okaaaayyy,” he says, drawing out the word. I run my hands over the potion, feeling that the intent is pure, positive and good. That’s what I needed it to be. “The one who was swayed Has become dismayed He can’t feel his mate In his current state He can’t sense his child The bond is defiled This spell will be cast To see through the last To rise above and sense those he loves” The liquid rises out of the bowl, forming into a watery-looking heart before breaking apart and evaporating into the air.

Because of that, he made a nonsensical excuse that justified his decision to cheat on Cecilia and approach Harriet, belittling her and making bad assumptions about her. "Magic spells can influence a person's actions, but cannot affect the mind of the victim. And once the spell is released, everything will be fine and back to the way it was. Potions from Alchemy can only interfere with one's mind and memory, without completely changing one's habits, but once the effect wears off, there won't be any side effects either."

The glowing fountain bubbled and soon, Luke leaned around a rack. He eyed Duke for a moment. “You look like you can at least stay awake. We’re brewing your first potion today!” Duke huffed and we walked round the shelf to see the table that he’d set up to brew potions. We took our places around a large table where various ingredients and tools were laid out. I didn’t recognize most of it, but I listened as Luke started to explain what the ingredients were and introduced the basics behind brewing potions. “You’ll find that anything you buy from a supernatural seller, like hair products, was made by a potioneer. The school uses a lot of potions all the time, so look forward to brewing gigantic

That led to the diversity of witches. Reading further through it, I discovered some simple spells to try. Qorie Deter - Moving objects with your mind. Note: it requires a high level of concentration and enough mana reserve. Luper Prist - A simple water spell. Requires not much concentration and is one of the basic spells to learn. Kazum Aesta - Hypnosis. Note: It requires an extreme level of concentration, practice and a high mana reserve. Duperia Santum - Duplication/Copying spell. A fairly simple spell. Requires some level of concentration and mana.