The Wishing Spell Novels & Stories

he explained, gesturing towards me. I nodded in confirmation, feeling a surge of confidence coursing through me. “But I need to find the right spell,” I added, my voice tinged with frustration as I continued to search my memory. Suddenly, it clicked. The spell resurfaced in my mind, its words vivid and clear. With a sense of relief, I began to chant the spell, channeling my witch into the strange words. As the spell took hold, I felt a surge of power coursing through me, guiding me towards the source of the magic residue left behind by Debbie’s clone. I closed my eyes, focusing all of my concentration on the spell.

The idea of finding her through magic ignited a spark of hope within me. My mom reached for her necklace, unclasping a delicate charm. It glimmered in the soft light, radiating a mysterious energy. She held it out to me, her eyes filled with determination. "Take this charm, my love," she said, her voice steady. "We'll need it for the spell. Now, repeat after me." Together, we chanted the ancient incantations, our voices blending in harmony. The room seemed to hum with an otherworldly energy as we delved deeper into the spell. My mom's eyes turned a milky white, a sign that she had entered a trance-like state.

A small gasp escaped my lips when I sighted something move really fast in the sky. Oh my God! It's a shooting star! I stared at it in awe, it was so beautiful. 'Make a wish' Closing my eyes I took in a deep breath. "I-I wish.. i would finally be happy for once in my life." Opening my eyes, I watched as the star moved pass me. I closed my eyes and smiled, feeling like things are going to be okay for me. I would finally be happy.

I mumbled. “What's a kissing spell?” he sounded curious. “Oh, that?” I laughed faintly, “Just a family curse… In short, I kissed you. Now, if you don't kiss me back before my 30th birthday, I will die… or I can give up on my magic…” I chuckled and looked at him. He became serious. He moved closer to me. “Is that all? All I have to do is kiss you?” he slowly leaned over me. “N-no…” I gulped seeing his face inches away from mine, “You… would have to feel something towards me… The kiss should carry equally intense emotions… as the ones I felt when I gave you mine…”

Astrid’s POV: My saviour witch, Helena, stood in the center of a circle of candles, each flickering with a different colored flame. With her eyes closed, she chanted in an unfamiliar language, causing the air around her to shimmer and twist as if reality was bending under the immense power of her spell. Suddenly, a burst of energy erupted from the circle, sending a shockwave through the room. When she opened her eyes, a small object materialized in her hand, glowing with an otherworldly light. She smiled, knowing that her little ritual had been successful.

It had been a rough fight, and she let her emotions take over, but she knew too that it was destiny, and there was almost nothing she could do about it. “You must know the dead werewolves and witches have mixed with the living,” she said. “I need you to start the spell again, and this time we will try to get it right.” “Your wish is our command,” a witch said to Halle. Then she tossed the globe to Hazel.

Feyre's lips moved in fast motion as she kept chanting her spells, she used the last bit of power within her to make a wish. A last wish.... A wish for a second life. "Throw her into the furnace " The king barked at the men who immediately lit a fire inside the metal box and some rushed towards Feyre. A man grabbed a huge wood and wiped her kneels with the wood, Feyre at that moment, was in a trance as she kept muttering the words.

I knew she was going to back out because of her family. I had no family and she dares collaborate with hers into defeating my army. I was going to make them pay with their lives. I stepped out, staring at the blood moon, "Just you wait, I'll end your pathetic lives soon enough." A Few Hours Later Lila Basically, the wolf switching spell was a two-way spell; a trick that had never been successfully used. It was the only chance we got at Matilda and no matter how dangerous it sounded, I was going to use it to bring down that witch.

Edithta questioned Jasmine with a raised eyebrow and she simply nodded her head “It’s no ordinary spell but a ‘Love Spell’, you son’s mistress is the one who had casted it upon him with help of ‘Love Potion’, but now that your son was leaving with your family from past few weeks she wasn’t able to continue with providing him with ‘Love Potion’ this lead her previously feed potion had into a poison…. and now it is showing adverse effect of spell casted by his mistress Methiela” Jasmine explained her properly

Rita replied. “So you don’t put some kind of… of spells? Hazel asked, lowering her voice. Her question made Rita laugh. “No my Lady, I would not do that, spells aren’t good, besides it’s not as simple as it sounds, there are always repercussions.” Rita replied calmly. “I see, so who taught you how to mix the herbs for tea, that made it this sweet?” Hazel asked, as her eyes narrowed. “My grandmother used to make us some tea every morning, she said it helps prepare for whatever the day might bring, she called it, “Good Luck Charm.” Rita said, while smiling.