The Good Scent Spell Bound Novels & Stories

She was pretty damn old, maybe she was finally becoming senile. "Oh it is. Read chapter 32 and you'll know why." My face scrunched in confusion but I flipped to the chapter she said. I was disgusted with the spells on this page. One in particular stood out though. It was a spell to combine another's scent with your own. One of the suggestions for use was to make your wolf lover believe you were with child to trick him into marking you. Is this for real? I pitied the poor sap that got trick by this one. Then it hit me. Was I that poor sap?

If I wanted to get rid of her, I would need something more powerful. I stood before the altar, my hands trembling slightly as I reached for the book of forbidden spells. The cover was worn, the pages yellowed with age, but the power contained within those pages was undeniable. I hesitated for only a moment before flipping through the book, my fingers flipping over the ancient text. The spells in this book were dangerous, forbidden even among the witches, but I didn’t care. I was willing to do whatever it took to keep Zane. Finally, I found what I was looking for. A spell of binding, strong enough to forge an unbreakable bond, but with a cost. The caster would have to sacrifice a piece of the

I say. “Okaaaayyy,” he says, drawing out the word. I run my hands over the potion, feeling that the intent is pure, positive and good. That’s what I needed it to be. “The one who was swayed Has become dismayed He can’t feel his mate In his current state He can’t sense his child The bond is defiled This spell will be cast To see through the last To rise above and sense those he loves” The liquid rises out of the bowl, forming into a watery-looking heart before breaking apart and evaporating into the air.

I interrupted again, “What kind of condition?” Aldus replied while mixing the colourful liquids in that small glass in his hand, “Moon Goddess gave her a very difficult condition. She said that she would bless her with the Scent of Desire, a scent which could attract any male Lycan, making them insane in heat but she needed to make him fall for her before mating with him. If lust wins over love, she would lose him forever.” Eden grumbled, “What kind of nonsensical demand is this! First, she blessed her with a lust provoking scent and then, she asked her not to mate with her beloved. What kind of stupid condition is that?”

It was bound in dark leather, the title barely legible: "The Lament of the Moon." With trembling hands, I opened the book and began to read. It spoke of powerful spells and ancient rituals, many of which had been lost to time. As I turned the pages, one spell in particular stood out. It was a spell of protection, capable of shielding the entire town from harm. But there was a catch—it required a rare ingredient: the heart of a Silverwood tree. I had heard legends of the Silverwood trees, ancient and powerful, but thought them to be long extinct. The book mentioned that the heart of the tree could amplify magic, making the protection spell almost impenetrable.

he nodded and looked around him, feeling the least confident that I had ever seen him. “Don’t worry. It’s just a binding spell.” I coaxed. “Nothing that would kill you.” He looked at me. “Immediately…” I added. “Oh, moon goddess, have mercy on me,” he huffed. “Okay, hold still,” I closed my eyes, and began chanting the spell. With all hope intact, he should feel his hand being bound around the pole, even without a rope. “Woah…” I heard him mutter. I opened my eyes. He was struggling with something, in the manner the book said like he was tied.

“Did you check around? Or even her book shelf or where she does magic? Chase nodded. “Yeah, I did… but I didn’t unders anything there.” I walked closer and check where she does her spells, her spell book was opened. I took a glance through and my eyes landed on a spell titled breaking unbroken bond. “Breaking unbroken bond?” I murmured frowning. “What does that mean?” Chase asked, standing me. “I’m not sure,” I replied, my fingers running over the words. “But it has to mean something. Maybe she was practicing her spells again.”

They were too perfect to exist. "Boundary spells will take time to create hence the reason I brought a dark object that will immediately drain him of his power and make him seem more humane." Suzy winked at me. "What is the dark object?" Hilda touched a large palm tree bark and the wind started swirling almost immediately. "You will see," she said and stopped mid-air to inspect our surroundings. She slowed her breathing as she tried to make a magical reading.

“There’s a mix of essential oils in there – I put some on my forehead, actually, maybe you should too.” He paused, fumbling with the neat lacing around the top of the spell bag. “It’s got jojoba to bind it, apparently, with rose, and myrrh, wormwood, too, and, uh, jasmine. And sage,” he said, at last managing to untie it. I wrinkled my nose. “That can’t smell nice.”

I nod. "Alright, let's do this." She held my hand tightly, then we started to chant the spell... in no time I was back in the past again, but this time I was unseen. There he was... Arkalis, but this time around he was slightly older. Arkalis could be seen standing before a stone alter, a bowl was placed on it. He had twelve wooden dolls with needles on them... I guess he did a binding spell on it. The binding spell is to lock up the human gene in them. This is my theory.