The Good Scent Spell Bound Novels & Stories

“Elio was persuasive. He said the pack needed this. A way to preserve his knowledge if anything happened to him. I believed him.” I flipped through the pages. “And now you want to fix it? After weeks of me losing myself? After my own sister cried because I smell wrong?” He looked almost sorry. “I did not know it would be this messy. The binding took stronger than expected. Your soul fought harder than most.” I closed the book hard. “Because it is my life. My memories. My scent. You tried to steal all of it.” Lorne stepped around the table. “Take the book. Study the spell. We can do it together. Quietly. No one else needs to know.”

“Amazing… Show what you got, my dear sister. Let Thana come out, and we will reunite and meet our father.” Lilith gets the bottle in her pocket with a red liquid on it. She drops the small amount on her wrist and raised it to the air. The distinct smell of blood is fragrance in her senses. It’s like a beautiful perfume that brings a wonderful feeling in her nostril. She couldn’t understand how it happens. She drinks the red liquid spell that her mother made but then she stills thirsty in blood. Is the power of the spell has lost its magic? She covers her nose to avoid the fragrance of blood that calling her to taste it.

She opened the book and put it on the table, in the circle of the three item she just took out of the box, and then took a step aside and waited for the Queen. The Queen stuck her finger in Erebus's wound, and with a light groan from Erebus, her hand was covered in his blood. "Do you know what we are doing today?" The Queen asked as she stood behind the table, as if nothing was wrong with her bloody hand. "I'm sure you will let me know." Jane bowed, "Are we using a criminal’s blood in the spell as well?" The Queen smiled at her with a mysterious look: "That's not just any man. From the tip of his heart, grew the flower of life. His blood would smooth the infusion."

For years Hilena has been looking for a way to get rid of the binding spell, it turns out that the binding spell is just like any other spell, which will release when the spell caster is overtaken by the power of the person receiving the spell. Thinking of her intimacy with Marek made Hilena's body feel hot and aroused. Swallowing her saliva roughly, this young woman tried very hard to restrain herself from getting off the big bed she's sleeping on and knocking on the man's room which was across from hers. The lust that whacked her body and mind made Hilena feel tortured deep inside. She didn't think that having the intimacy acts with Marek could make her addicted to doing it again just beca

"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.

Tearing through each possible book and scroll that could be of help, she found only a few things that might aid her in her predicament. Once back in her room, she poured over the pages. There was a binding ritual that was usually used to keep herds from wandering too far or loved ones from running away, but it could be altered into a cage of sorts. Then there was a silencing spell, which, if done correctly, could subdue whatever power the demon held, at least for a time.

I was going to amplify its magical properties to enable her to keep her memory and knowledge of my abilities and gifts in magic. My grimoire flipped again, and I read the contents of the page he brought me to. “The Shadow Cloak Spell?” It moved as though he was nodding a yes. “Okay, then, but this hides my scent right?” I asked, fully aware of the vicinity I found myself. There is a high chance of someone picking up my scent now already. It gave the same movement. "Tenebrae mea, corpus meum abscondo Odor meus, in tenebris latet

They were too perfect to exist. "Boundary spells will take time to create hence the reason I brought a dark object that will immediately drain him of his power and make him seem more humane." Suzy winked at me. "What is the dark object?" Hilda touched a large palm tree bark and the wind started swirling almost immediately. "You will see," she said and stopped mid-air to inspect our surroundings. She slowed her breathing as she tried to make a magical reading.

Something wrapped around Gail’s wrist and she felt magic once again pierce into her. Aunt Rose dropped her arm and Gail saw a wide bracelet on her wrist. Made of black leather, with threads of purple woven into it, Gail recognized the bracelet as some kind of charm for a binding spell. Panic slammed into Gail. “No, stop,” she screamed and pulled her hand away and out of the second bracelet before her aunt wrapped the leather bracelet around it.

She pushed that down deep, sipping from stored bags in the fridge. Rain hammered the windows that Tuesday night. Lydia sat at her desk, sorting through a box of new books. One caught her eye: Spirits of the Wild: Bindings and Releases. The cover was cracked leather, smelling like dirt and old forests. She flipped it open, her fingers brushing over faded words in some ancient tongue. "Just a peek," she told herself. Curiosity burned in her chest. She read the spell aloud, soft and quick, like testing a locked door. The air changed. It got heavy, like before a storm. Candles on the shelves flickered wild, shadows dancing on the walls. A rumble started low, from the book itself. Lydia's hands s