The Good Scent Spell Bound Novels & Stories

"Give me a moment." I turned back to the bed and picked up a small stuffed rabbit that lay on the pillow, still warm from Aileen's body. I closed my eyes and focused on the scent of the child, sweet and young, underlaid with the unique signature of her life force. I had learned this spell in the Midnight Pack, from a wise woman who could track anyone anywhere as long as she had something they had touched. The words came to my lips in the old language, the one that made the air shimmer and the candles flicker. Power built in my chest, warm and urgent, and flowed down my arms into my hands.

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.

The herd had scattered wide, but I found signs of their path: bent grass, disturbed soil. Another twenty minutes of tracking brought me to a clearing where four hares were nibbling clover. One of them—yes, there it was—the ear flick pattern again. Tail angled just enough to see the spiral. Now came the hard part. I whispered the shape of the Gentle Bind spell in my mind—silent casting only—and traced it with my blade-tip. Pale threads of magic slid out, wrapping the hare in a soft cocoon of force that stopped its movement without pinching or breaking skin. The others bolted.

That's one thing about this disgusting spell, it tampers with the sky and it sends down its anger in the form of rain. I could hear Craig, gasping at once and I could near the fresh smell of blood everywhere as I walked. "We were binded with the Spherical spell." "Mmm.." I nodded. We would have walked round forever in those woods without noticing, following that path until we got hypnotized. We appeared in Shadow Saint Pack at once and I started with playing around with things before I got serious, especially if anything had already happened Heaven. "Kill anything that stands in your way." I told Craig and I could already imagine him nodding with excitement.

Starlight crystal, Foxglove shrub, Zuri's panties, Sage, Eggshell powder, a bowl containing my blood…and one of the very first dresses Zuri got for me the first time we visited Torah together. Sadly, I'll have to sacrifice this sentimental dress of mine for the spell. I sigh, not wanting to get rid of anything Zuri got for me, but I don’t have a choice at this point. Raising my hands, I whisper a common magic spell that sets fire to the dress. It lights up and instantly turns to ashes within seconds as the room fills with the scent of burnt clothing. Then I chant the forbidden words, keeping my voice to a barely audible whisper since Olyon is probably still lurking outside my dorm room, and

She ran her fingers along the spines, the gold lettering cool against her skin. Drawn in by the sheer volume, she hesitantly pulled a book from the shelf, a slim volume bound in dark blue leather. The title was etched in silver: The Royal Grimoire of Sacred Oaths. She opened it, her eyes skimming the ornate calligraphy, the intricate diagrams filled with arcane symbols.

It was a scent I’d smelled once on the wind from Garrick’s camp, vague but poisonous. “It is old work,” she said. “Not the charm to make a man bend. Not the honeyed spells of courtesans. This is a seal: blood-loom and root-binding. It uses a herb I only ever found in one place — a grove where Garrick’s midwife keeps her ritual stock.”

“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.”