The Good Scent Spell Bound Novels & Stories

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…”

Maps lay scattered across the table, but they weren’t discussing borders — not this time. “Tell me everything,” Kaelen ordered. “Every detail about this scent spell.” Lorien spoke first. “It’s called Aether’s Perfume. A high-level enchantment that twists a wolf’s senses — makes them believe they’re bonded to the caster. It’s fueled by the victim’s emotions, which means the stronger your feelings, the faster it spreads.” Kaelen clenched his fists. “So when I thought I felt desire for her—” “It wasn’t you,” Lorien finished gently. “It was the magic feeding on what you already were — love, loyalty, instinct. It twisted those until you couldn’t tell where they ended and the spell began.”

Belle sat up in bed, using the buttons on the side to adjust the positioning as the nurse had shown her. The book, white with a pentacle on the cover, described the basics of witchcraft in terms even a layman could understand. Her older sister had been kind enough to drop it off, along with a change of clothing and a box of Thornton's continental—her favourite chocolates. According to this book, the spell Damien cast on her would be returned to him threefold.

The spell that seemed to have been cast on her broke with his interruption and she rolled her eyes. All of a sudden, she picked up a scent and her wolf which had been excited with his earlier words couldn't calm down. It was the scent of her mate, so of course she couldn't calm down. The scent was intoxicating and she couldn't help pressing down on him. He gave out a low grunt and she didn't even realize how the light blue in her eyes suddenly turned a very deep blue and Relaz was stunned in place. But she was still distracted. She stared at those lips that seemed to be calling out to her and gradually inched closer. Relaz was spellbound and stunned into place as her image in his eyes were g

As he gently held onto my shoulders. “Good girl” her said when I finally calmed down “Your wolf is affected by the spell more than your human side. It is your wolf’s side that gives you a special scent, your rank, aura, and your mate bond. Imagine how your felt after the spell, it is ten times stronger on your wolf. She will be present again in a few days’ time. Relax, you are not alone!” He replied like he knew exactly what was going on in my mind.

he said, stretching out his hand, and Jason handed it to him. "Thales is a unique name," I whispered beside Jason, and he simply gave me the stink eye. "The binding spell is a truly ancient one, and imbued with dark magic. The magic from that massacre site has fused with these spells binding this orb over time. It's really strong. So a couple of minutes won't undo all of that… but we can try." Thorne said and closed his eyes. He chanted in a whisper, and we watched as the orb began to crack.

"Damn wolf, now isn't the time to distract me." With a deep breath, I center myself, trying not to think about how soft his lips were on mine even as he claimed my kisses with rough passion. Closing my eyes, I ignore the way my body is still tingling even after we have parted, his scent still fresh on my skin. "Get it together, Hazel," I roll my shoulders as I begin the ceremony and focus my thoughts on the packhouse before me. A few moments later, deep purple smoke begins to rise as my spell takes flight, rushing towards the building as the anointing oil calls like to like.