Swap Body Spell Novels & Stories

“The wolf is still in there, along with your mother. It’s… buried really deep, though. I never realized consciousness could be forced so far down. No wonder I couldn’t detect it before. It’s almost like trying to sense a pebble under a stack of thick mattresses. But I can feel it. And that means we’ve got a shot.” I drew in a deep breath. “All right. What do I need to do?” Sinthy grabbed another chair and pulled it over until it sat right beside Gabriella. “Sit here. If you’re ready.” “Yeah. I’m ready.” I squeezed Leo’s hand one last time before releasing it and taking my seat. Tiago had come back and stood next to Leo. Sinthy looked at the two men and motioned toward the sofa. “You both wil

I took hair from Selene’s head and drops of her blood from the wound, then mixed them together with magic. “Corpus Duplicatum.” The spell was very old and forbidden. It created a perfect copy of a body—same scars, same details, everything. But it was only an empty shell. No soul. No life. It was perfect for tricking the Council. I placed the copy next to Selene’s real body and cast the switch spell. They looked exactly the same. But one was real, barely alive. The other was empty and ready to be burned. “Let them burn the ashes,” I whispered. “Let them think they’ve won.”

said Stephen, who was seen with a smile on his lips. "What did you say huh?" "Well now I will explain everything to you about a spell that can be used by every Alpha, every leader of the werewolf nation that they can change their form as long as the form they borrowed is gone," explained Stpehen, and Mark looked still confused. "What do you mean, tell me more clearly Stephen, I'm not as smart as you who can catch things with just a gesture," said Mark who needed a clearer explanation of course. "Listen, Mark. This body belongs to Marteen Ricardo Leopald, and the man, the young man who is now Marteen and plays the role of Marteen is Dantley Swiftclaw, don't you understand?"

“Leviathan as in a fish? So, when you transform…do you ever turn into a fish? Or Aqua Man? Don’t say SpongeBob.” Huh. She has a sense of humor. “The Leviathan I am talking about is more of a demonic skinwalker. It can take on the form of a human being, but is not human by a far cry. When I shift, I am what you saw earlier. Sorry to burst your bubble, princess, but a sweet sponge isn’t what I turn into…I am much-much worse than that–some may even call me a demon–when I allow all sides of myself to come to the surface.”

I blinked, all wide-eyed and innocent. "What are you talking about? I'm not Evelyn Everton. My name's Evelina Everton." Their faces froze as I laid it out. "What, planning to swap my score? Too late. I legally changed my name before the SATs—eighteen, remember? The one who tested was Evelina Everton. "As for Evelyn Everton, the one you messed with? Her family doesn't play nice. Hope you're ready for the fallout."

As ability users grew stronger, it was becoming increasingly difficult to trap them effortlessly with a spatial portal. In the future, there would no doubt be more methods—stronger methods—to escape. But not today. Today, Gunnr would die. Ray snorted softly. He tossed a small stone toward the spatial portal, then activated spatial swap. Gunnr swapped positions with the stone. Spatial swap could only swap positions—it couldn't alter an object's original motion. The stone continued falling into the portal, while Gunnr remained with his wings already inside it. Only now, his feet were no longer on the ground.

I walked into hell by myself, knowing there was no other way but to keep moving. "Spells. We have been at this topic for a month and I would be happy if we concluded it this week. What other name is a spell called in ancient Egypt"? Mr. Gregory was astonished by the character the students portrayed while in class. Some were sleeping while others were busy pressing their phones. I could have sworn that I saw my classmates kissing. I knew the answer to the question for sure but that didn't mean I was going to answer the question, just the same way I never answered any questions Mr. Gregory asked.

"Cersei did the worst. She tried to become me." "What do you mean?" Draekon frowned now. "There is a dark magic ritual... just like the Soul Mimic. But it's a little different. With this one, you can permanently take on the identity of someone else. It's called the Soul Swap, but some others call it the Soul Alchemy. You exchange your souls with that of another. That way, your soul exists in their own body." "I've heard of that before." Draekon nodded, but was shocked nonetheless.

"We need to reverse the spell, but it won't be easy. The altar is protected by powerful magic. We'll have to work together." We joined hands and began to chant, drawing on the strength of our family's legacy. The air around us crackled with energy as we focused our will on counteracting the dark spell. Slowly, the oppressive energy began to wane, the carvings on the altar glowing with a faint, golden light.

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."