The Good Scent Spell Bound Novels & Stories

Jake and Toby stand next to me, filling their cups as well, staying silent while Simon asks all the questions I already answered for them an hour again. "Jesus fucking Christ," Simon exclaims, looking at the accordion file in his hands, "a Guttenberg is lighter than this shit." "Well, there are descriptions of over two- hundred and fifty spells. All of which have been placed on Elle or those around her," Olivia informs him as she drinks another sip, but our bond tells me the exhaustion is starting to affect her. But I know she will stand beside me until the matter is resolved. "Most are to repress the mate bond, but some are to change her appearance or that of others to look like her. There

Instead, he felt overjoyed… This spell was, in fact, a Forbidden Spell related to farts. However, it didn’t just let out a foul ball of air, but a unique smell that consisted of poisonous law power. The stench was simply unbearable and was thousands of times more noxious than that of a weasel’s fart. It was a good spell for escaping. After that, Alex went to look at the other two lotus flowers, realizing that they were just what he needed. The first one was the Great Claymore Spell, whereas the other was the Great Gravity Spell.

Elena explained. She showed him the journal and let him leaf through it. He stopped on a particular page. "This looks like a spell. Do you know anything about it?" Elena moved to his side, immediately aware of the heat coming off his body. No man had a right to smell that intoxicating. She leaned closer, accidentally brushing his arm and sending sparks through her body. She wasn't sure if it was the mate bond or pure attraction. She looked at the page he was referencing. It looked like a recipe, but the directions were far from any cookbook sample she'd ever seen. It was definitely ritualistic in nature, but she had no firsthand experience with magic. Her mom had named the spell Freedom's Bl

"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.

“It’s like it has a life of its own, always moving, as if the wind follows you. And your skin—it glows more each day. Even your eyes shine in the dark.” I’d laughed, calling him silly, but I knew he was right deep down. When he was away on Pack business, I’d sneak to the basement at night, cloaking my scent to avoid suspicion. That’s where I practiced. When the spells surged too strongly, my hair would lift and whip around me like fire caught in the wind. Sometimes the power frightened me. Once, I even bound myself to Renzo, casting a protective spell that made me incapable of ever harming him with magic. Only another witch could undo it.

I knew most of the spells, starting from binding to healing, even cleansing spells. The book had this sweet musty smell that seemed to waft and linger in my nose. It's appearance was powerfully and mysteriously alluring. It's as if there was a magnetism I couldn't explain that pulled me into it. Curiosity began to brew deep inside, the need to go through every drawing and writing grew in minutes. I was however after a specific spell, the channeling spell.

“Natural magic is one of the seven I mentioned. It’s what I’m primarily skilled in. Healing, coaxing emotions, or even unraveling a binding spell is well within my skill set. Besides with the restraints Cordelia is spelling, she won’t have the energy to unbind your magic.” “These are just a precaution. There’s no telling what will happen when we unlock magic that’s been bound for over ten years, but there’s also a very good chance nothing will happen. They won’t hurt, but you’ll be pinned to the floor until we’re sure you’ve got everything under control.” Cordelia added and turned towards Rowena. “Are we ready?” I winced when the curved athame sliced into grandma’s hand. Scarlet beads emerge

She gasped as she looked up to me. “Flowers. Moon flower.” “You’ve been bewitched.” I tilted my head. “It’s a spell that works based on a scent.” Lyra said. “Explain.” I tightened my grip on her hand. “Unless it breaks.” Lyra’s eyes darted to her hand and back to my face. Her black shaded lips were barely parted, revealing perfect teeth and a lush tongue. “It’s a spell. It is cued by a particular scent. Why else would she smell like that even though she never has strawberries around?”

“I will hold you, princess. Just turn you fLuke so that Luke and I can talk to you.” I pulled back, realizing that my fLuke was firmly buried in his chest. Roman moved to the bed and sat down pulling me into his lap, and I sank down against him. Luke joined us on the bed, laying across the end and propping his head up on his elbow. “Okay, the first thing you need to know about a compelling spell is that they smell slightly sweet.” “Spells have a smell?” I wrinkled my nose, “That’s weird.” Luke smiled, “You really are adorable.”

Magic shimmered faintly around the fabric, a soft, golden glow that pulsed like a heartbeat. “There’s a concealment spell on this,” Gertrude said, her voice low and focused. “Whoever this traitor is, they used strong magic to mask their scent. But…” She paused, her brow furrowing. “I’m starting to lift the spell. Give me a moment longer.” She said, her voice filled with hope and certainty.