The Good Scent Spell Bound Novels & Stories

She squinted her eyes trying to make out the symbols, twists, and curves of every loop. Her breath stopped, eyes widening as it clicked inside her like a finger snap, enlightenment suddenly falling into her, “ I know what it is,” she gasped, her eyes wide- "What? What is it?" Ena asked watching her expression? "It's a binding spell, a very different one" she almost dropped the book, hurriedly flipping the page over and Ena feared she was losing her mind as her eyes darted across the pages. "Binding?" she echoed. "Binding souls" Abigail rephrased.

Russel clears his throat after what must have been an awkward moment of silence for anyone not able to hear our private Pack conversation, but before he can say anything, I speak. “Yes. He really does mean that. It wouldn't occur to him that he should think any other way,” I tell them. “Is now a good time for me to perform the detection spell?” Shelley asks, saving the Goldhawk Alpha from having to come up with a response. *** The flickering candle cannot compete against the electric bulbs, its golden flame looking weak and powerless. Shelley seems unconcerned by that. She sits serenely, cross-legged on the tiled floor, holding a small bundle tied into white cloth and passing it back and for

"But we need to be careful. These spells require meticulous precision." They move into Demika’s ritual space in her room, candles lit round a circle and all manner of ancient Wiccan ritual calligraphy drawn around the circle—the air thick with the scent of herbs and incense. Demika begins the binding spell, her hands weaving intricate patterns in the air, chanting softly under her breath. A dark mist begins to swirl around Selena, enveloping her in its protective embrace.

I whisper. She nods and tells me to send my driver to a nearby town to buy blonde hair dye. While I wait, my grandmother begins gathering the ingredients for the spell. The scent of burning herbs fills the room, thick and heady. She draws a circle on the floor with black ash, then gestures for me to stand in the center. The air around me starts to hum, charged with energy while she mixes the hair dye into the potion. “This spell will mask your scent and change you on the outside,” she says, her voice low as she sprinkles salt around me. “But you’ll need to act the part too, Nicole. Be her. That’s the only way to bind him to you.”

But the smell was there, as real as the cold door against my back. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, my lungs filling with that fragrance that had been haunting me for three years, that had been in our house when Dorian confessed the betrayal, that had been in our room when I watched the video, that was everywhere my marriage was falling apart. “Jasmine. Always jasmine.” For the first time, an idea crossed my mind. Not as a passing thought, but as a revelation that settled in my chest with the force of certainty. “What if the spell didn’t limit itself to binding Dorian to her?”

Lose the clarity of your gaze, from this moment you will see no more! Jeanne yelps, the spell has worked, she has gone blind. She spreads her trembling hands in front of her and growls. —Very good trick. I must admit, it is... uncomfortable not being able to see where I'm going. - She advances in my direction and I run away without turning my back on her.

I just don’t know why my parents forbid me from using it but it appears to me that it will just cause me danger so I have no reasons in using so. “Happy Birthday Crystal!” A familiar voice coming from behind me really surprised me. The voice came from Kirk Robinson, my friend at Pyronia Island where we once lived. “Thanks for coming! Who are you with? I thought you’ll not be able to come but you did! You really are amazing.” Kirk gave me a slight hug before handing me his present. He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds.

I reached out to remove the book from the shelf, my hand trembling as I pressed the button. The door to the hidden chamber slowly slid open, and a wave of fragrance mixed with a rotten stench rushed out. The cloyingly sweet scent mixed with the foul odor was somehow even more nauseating than the foul odor alone. I couldn't help but gag several times. Unable to see things clearly in the dark, I dug out my phone and turned on the flashlight. The light illuminated the interior of the chamber. I took one glance and froze. The dimly-lit chamber was covered in a thick layer of soil. Right in the center grew a plant about half my height, with a grayish-green stalk and oversized leaves veined with b

I got another whiff of the strange smoky scent wafting from him, then took an unconscious step back. Every single spell on earth has a scent; some are just more easily picked up, while some can only be smelt by supernatural beings, and the one emanating from Magnus was Terra Fumus, the spell of concealment and disguise. "So, does that assure you of where we really stand?" he asked softly, and I had to force out a smile as I nodded. "Sure," I jerked a thumb over my shoulder. "I'd better get back in then." "I'll come with you."