The Good Scent Spell Bound Novels & Stories

“At least not with claws. This is witchwork.” The air in the room froze. Even Gemma stopped pacing. Rowan dropped a charm onto the table, a silver shard etched with red runes. “Found it at the ridge. Blood-bound. And it smells like Kara.” Sera leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “That’s a mind-binding sigil. She’s under control, Damon. She’s not herself.” Damon slammed his fist onto the table. “Then we break it.” “It’s not that easy,” I said quickly. “Mind spells are layered. Break one wrong and you fry the mind underneath.”

“Apparently, she did that so she wouldn’t have to return my wolf and scent.” “Which she gave to another person,” IIya said, her tone almost amused. “Well…I’m glad to inform you that you’re lucky. This book contains the list of all sorcerers and whatever magic they can create—potions, spells, you name it. I have Akira’s magic over…here!” Her eyes twinkled as she unfolded her fist, revealing a small vial with a black liquid inside. “Take it to whomever stole your wolf and scent. Just a little drop on them, and the restoration occurs.”

he whispered, stepping closer, “is older than you, and much stronger than you’ll ever hope to be. You can’t fight it.” She snarled, struggling. “You can’t use me—” “Oh, I can,” he said, pulling a dark thread of energy from his palm. It glowed red and violet, foul and heavy, the way rot smells in your throat. “And I will.” He looped it once, twice, then snapped it tight around our wrists. A binding spell. One that burned even in the soul. “No more running,” Varen whispered, dragging her forward. “From now on, you belong to me.”

I rushed back to the table, uncovering everything before I continued my mix. I finished with just a few minutes to the ceremony. I smiled. Feeling a burst of energy as I looked at the little bottle in my hand that took me almost an hour to prepare. I rushed to the room, freshening up and throwing a new cloth then i took the portion. “Let’s see if you like being toyed with the way i have been” I said, drizzling some into my hands and applying it all over my body. It was a binding spell. As long as he did not mark me within the four hours using this, he was going to be bound to me except i broke it.

“I heard of this book as a kid. It's called the book of forbidden spells. Only to be used when one is in dire danger and needs urgent saving.” She stopped at a page and placed it before me. “That is it. Can you even read it?” The page before me seemed like gibberish, rubbish that I could read. When I shook my head at Magma, she sighed and then leaned forward. “Oops, you have to take that off. I forgot. There is no way you can do magic with it on you. That means you'll dispel energy and your scent. Are you willing to risk being found?* I didn't even need to think about it. That was exactly what I wanted.

Trisha asks, her eyes wide. “Yes, there is room for failure,” Delphnie admits. “I still need to chant correctly. But having these herbs you provided puts me at an advantage. The scent of St. John’s Wort, nettle, and sage in the air will strengthen the chance of releasing the spell. I’m going to need some time to simmer them first. Then, we’ll put them in the spray bottle.” I whip my head toward her. “Time? That’s something we don’t have.”

“A skilled witch can identify what kind of magic was used simply by sensing its residue.” A chill crawled down my spine. “And?” The Seer stared directly into my eyes. “Though the spell is fading…” Her voice lowered. “I can still feel its aura.” My pulse quickened. “What kind of spell was it?” The Seer hesitated. “A binding spell.” Immediately my thoughts jumped back toward the section I skimmed through earlier in the spellbook. A containment spell. “Maybe that’s why my powers stayed dormant all these years.” The Seer didn’t answer immediately.

The book looks ancient, in an intriguing way, old leather binds the pages together. “Come look at this.” I call over to Creed. Skimming my fingers along the cover. It’s so beautiful, I start skimming the first few pages seeing simpler spells like, blindness spell, forgetness spell, protection spell, as I keep scanning each page the spells get more and more complicated. “What did you find?” Creed asks when he gets up to me. “My mothers spell book… there are some very complicated spells In this.” I whisper out loud. Creeds pov.

“Probably.” The bird croaked again and dropped the scroll into Damien’s hand. Then, just as suddenly, it burst into ash. I flinched. “It disintegrated.” “They used a binding spell,” he said, studying the scroll. “The kind witches use when they don’t want the messenger surviving.” “That’s dark.” He didn’t answer. His eyes were locked on the seal. “Open it,” I whispered.

After all, this is just a meeting. When we entered the room, everyone was quiet and seated properly. I don't know if this has to do with the business they are in, but the entire room smells so good. It has this loud smell with leather notes. It's a masculine fragrance that is addicting. This scent is quite familiar, though. I only see three people in the room, and all of them are girls. Where's Laurent then? I thought he was here. "Hi, good afternoon. I'm Stacy Miracle." I greeted to break the silence. Edith and Amielle and the other two from my team also greeted them.