The Wishing Spell Novels & Stories

“What kind of spell?” “I want to see who was here. It’s a divining spell. I have to be very specific about what I want and then it will show me. In this case, I’m going to ask it to show me who was here. It’s a bit more complicated than that, but that’s the gist.” She says, moving to the center of the room.

“What kind of spell?” “I want to see who was here. It’s a divining spell. I have to be very specific about what I want and then it will show me. In this case, I’m going to ask it to show me who was here. It’s a bit more complicated than that, but that’s the gist.” She says, moving to the center of the room.

I couldn't help but wonder what had gone wrong, how our once unbreakable bond had shattered so suddenly. The room seemed to echo with my silent questions, the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the walls. I tried to focus on the spell before me, pouring my energy and emotions into its creation. It was a way to channel my pain, to transform it into something tangible and powerful. With each incantation and gesture, I hoped to find solace, to mend the broken pieces of my heart. The spell became a metaphor for my healing.

But here I am, pulled over on the side of the road, unable to catch my breath. What's wrong with me? “It's an aversion spell, set to work on wolves," Rufus explains. "Witch sanctuaries use them to keep wolves and other predators away. Let your glow shine through,” Rufus recommends, padding forward in my mind. “The spell needs to feel that you’re a witch.” “Wouldn’t that be a lie?” I argue. “I’m not a witch.” “You aren’t exactly a wolf either.” Rufus explains patiently. “But the spell doesn’t know that. It thinks you’re an outsider. Show the spell you belong here.”

one of the witches asks. “Look over there,” another says, pointing to a group of six witches in the centre of the circle. They are having sex, deep in the throes of passion, and from what I can tell they’re close to the end. When they release their sexual energy, the spell will be complete. “I suggest you start with them, Lady Willow. Whatever this spell is…it’s pure annihilation.”

“Pains and aches and evil things, fly from her on rapid wings, leave my sister’s body, and don’t return. For peace and quiet I yearn for her soul. Surround my sister in her radiant light. Cleanse her power pure and white, Banish forces of the night. This simple wish is mine to cast. A magic spell to dispell the pain of our past. I close my eyes a little shiver, This wish to me now please deliver, My sister hurt a I render her back to dirt.”

“So if someone is cursed to sleep, what spell would you use to counter the curse?” I ask Aunt Shanna. “Ah!” she exclaims after pausing to think. “I know just the spell.” She begins to flip through the pages. Words fly past in rapid succession, but I manage to read a few. They mean guard, bind, and dispel. After flipping through half of the book, Shanna stops and points to a page. The explanation of the spell is short and merely states that the spell will wake up the recipient. The magic word is ‘izuzzu’ which means ‘arise’ in the language of magic. This is written at the center of the magic circle and is surrounded by lines that form the shape of z’s. Shanna seems to be watching me because w

A wave of azure hue engulfed Cent and Damon who were waiting for the spell to activate around their beating heart. But the cold yet comfortable wisp of unfamiliar magic intertwined with the hexagram around the two Halflings, eliciting a gasp full of wonder from Cent. “Stop playing and get this thing out!” Damon yelled again, his breath fanned over her head that made Cent scrunched her face with annoyance.

The Wishmaster whispered. “I unwish my first wish!” “You cannot undo a wish.” “What? But how else do I get out of this?” I cried. “Make a wish, Empress Zelda.” I sighed. I had to do this the right way. I couldn’t make the same mistake as last time. What would be the best wish? “I wish...to go back to right before I made my first wish. Before the fog appeared.” The Wishmaster frowned this time, which told me I had done the right thing. “Your wish is my command.”

Para na kasi siyang iiyak sa lagay niya, eh. "Its about a roaming spirit that grants wishes." nakangusong kwento niya. Naghalumbaba at pinaglaruan ang pagkain. "Legends says that if you call out his name by exactly 11:11, he'll appear in front of you and will grant you a single wish." Ako naman itong napangiwi sa sinabi niya. Naipilig ko pa ang ulo ko at napatitig sa kisame May ganoon bang kwento? Parang ngayon ko lang narinig 'yun, ah.