The Wishing Spell Novels & Stories

If I was the successor of a powerful witch family, then I should be able to do it. I had to do it. I did not close my eyes and started chanting the spell. My gaze stayed on the candle. After chanting the spell six times, a flame appeared in the candle out of thin air. The spell was in motion again. If my death was the cost of the life of others, then I was willing to pay it. *********************

I hollered when we ran through the garden. Beautiful flowers were grown there to attract any eyes with great attraction to beauty. Red and pink roses littered the floor and formed a huge 'M' shape representing the Marshalls. A large fountain also gushed out clean water which didn't only add to the beauty but also served as a way of feeding the plants. They ranged from purple lilies, white sunny flowers, tulips, Chery blossom, bluebells, and a host of others. Their beauty seemed innocent but it would cost an expert to realize that most of the flowers were wolfsbane and were shielded by magic called the glamour spell. Glamour spells help by using beauty to shield an object and sometimes even a

"What would you rather have me say? Hello, sir. I am a vampire from a hidden kingdom seeking your daughter's aid in killing my father in retaliation for killing my mother." She blinked at him twice. "When you put it that way..." She spoke. "Where are we headed? What's the strategy? And you have to tell me or I'm turning around to go back home." Wes relented. "If I were to put it in simple words, we have to find a magical herb that grants a wish to whoever consumes it." It seemed something straight out of a fairytale. Willow highly questioned the legitimacy of this. "Something like that exists?" she skeptically asked.

Shocked, he exclaimed, “It’s poison. Oh sh*t, I won’t become one of the Shura’s death army, right?” Everyone looked extremely gloomy. Alex then formed a talisman in his hand and jumped into the Zharvakko formation circle he just made. Shing— Rays of red light glistened as a formation circle with talismans floating around formed on the ground. Alex said, “Don’t worry, just stand in here, and you’ll be better in a bit.” Danseur hopped into the circle immediately. At the same time, Alex felt as if flows of wishing power were being inserted into his body. Not just one, but ten. That meant that everyone except Snow had given Alex some wishing power.

His finger points to the spot where the stamp was. It’s gone now. But not the drawing. “No, that’s not-” No, that’s nothing. I shake and dart my eyes to Maddie. But she still won’t look at me. Why won’t she look at me? I don’t know why, but it doesn’t matter if she does or not because I need to correct this. “It’s not a message. It’s a spell.” “A spell?” Mykhol raises a brow. “Yes.” I nod, going on. “It’s a spell. For luck.”

The witch asked her and didn't wait for her answer. "It's love." The witch added. "You can never cut anyone's connection when fate really wants them to be together again. You can't disagree with fate. You will never be successful." The witch added as she tried to sound like she's teaching Dana a lesson. "There is no potion, spell, or a curse that can break that connection that they have. The connection that he doesn't have towards you. Always put in mind that you will never make them apart forever so if I were you, I will spend all of my days with him meaningful because you don't know when fate will play with you." The witch said those words before disappearing from Dana's sight.

“Gabriel’s plans have gone too far. He’s lost sight of everything, blinded by power. I may be many things, but I won’t stand by and watch him destroy Silverwood Falls.” Nathanial and I exchanged a glance, both of us wary but hopeful. We needed all the help we could get. “What do you know about the spell he’s trying to complete?” I asked. Marcus led us down a series of winding passages, his voice low and urgent. “The spell Gabriel seeks to cast is ancient, one that binds the very essence of werewolves to his will. With it, he can control them completely, using their power for his own ends. But the ritual requires a significant sacrifice—Gabriel needs the blood of a chosen one to complete it.”

the queen was fast to say. The witches looked at each other. They all had their reservations, but could say nothing to her. The Neptune spell was something that, when done, needed no other spell's interference. It was a focus spell with very specific rules, but Marla was ready to break those rules to achieve her goals.

"Your father is desperate. He wants to do everything he can to get the girl back and we cannot let that happen." A curse rolled off my tongue as I felt my frustration reel back into my system. Why did that stupid girl have to show up? "I spoke to Whitlock before coming here," Mother continued to speak. "He said he and the other wizards have stumbled on an ancient spell that works beyond the boundary. They haven't perfected it yet, but the spell requires the power of a Hartland royal." Determination burned inside me and I turned back to her. "What do you need me to do?"

Alice “How dare you?” she spat you shall all pay for doing this she rose up with her hands in the air she casted her first spell “ sabtagos min paria” a storm like cloud formed around them understanding the spell and it’s significance Alice casted a spell at the nick if time