The Good Scent Spell Bound Novels & Stories

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.

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

Flora reassured me. "What do I fucking do before the bitch kills me?" "You can unbind her magic on you," Flora replied simply. Unbind her magic? How the hell was I supposed to do that? "Liberum Vinculum," Flora said. I recalled seeing the spell in the spell book. "Liberum Vinculum" was a spell to break free from invisible bonds. Though there were several other spells, I doubted I could remember them in my current state. I was grateful that Flora had paid attention while I was reading through the spell book.

The room was filled with the musty scent of old parchment, a scent that had become comforting to her over the years. Her fingers delicately traced the spines of the scrolls, her sharp eyes scanning each title and inscription. She was looking for something specific, a spell that had eluded her memory for too long. It was a spell that could potentially unlock the secrets she so desperately sought. Isolde watched from the shadows, her keen eyes fixed on Seraphina’s every move. There was a subtle tension in the air, like a predator waiting for the right moment to strike. She couldn’t afford to underestimate Seraphina. If anyone within the coven had the potential to unravel their web of deceit, i

Cressida blamed Zoe and Ryder for everything bad that had happened to her recently. She stopped suddenly on a spell that she had forgotten about. As she read over it, Cressida began getting excited. It was perfect. Now she just had to get her hands on the couple. Once she had them, she'd use magic to make them do what she wanted. The name of the spell she chose was called Fine Evocation of Good and Terror. With this spell, the more pure and good the victims were, the more terror they would experience.

The mate-bond was a gift from the Moon Goddess, and it was impossible to hide it just by concealing your original scent. What had she done? Unable to trust her words, I crouched down and grabbed her shoulders. “The bonds of the souls aren’t simply based on the scents, Helena. It’s a connection, an obvious attraction between the two people. How can you cast the spell just to conceal the mate-bond by scent? It’s unbelievable!” Helena looked at me as a lone tear escaped from her eye, she spoke shakily. “It’s not simple magic, Zayden. Some ancient dark spells have the power to change nature’s laws, nothing is impossible in this world…”