Travel Back In Time Spell Novels & Stories

She told Melanie. “I do not understand.” Melanie stressed with doubtful looks. “We are living now. Once we leave this room, they will have no record of you being here. Everything eill go back in time. It’s a time spell... to protect your identity.” Marianna explained. “Let’s leave.” She offered her hand once again and this time, Melanie took it without any doubts in her mind. As soon as their hands got connected, they disappeared into thin airs. Almost immediately, everything screeched back to Melanie gasping for breath down to Robert getting back to what he was busy with, back to the past days they had her admitted, till the day she was rushed to the hospital.

When no one suspected what I was up to, I did just that. I'd cast a spell to travel back in time far enough in advance of the attack on Duncan to allow time to find him, meet him, gain his trust, and then return to the future with him before the fateful attack could take place. I was to return no later than the day before the attack. I hadn't the skills to elongate my visit. If we missed the opening of the portal of time, I wasn't sure I'd be able to work a new spell while in the past. If I’d been teleporting to the future, I wouldn’t have been as concerned. Going back several centuries before my birth put a different slant on things.

" My eyes flew open to see Sophia standing before me, still alive and breathing. She was wearing an elegant long dress and had her hair pulled up in a high ponytail, radiating youthful energy. Even so, her eyes were unable to hide their contempt. The Sophia from my future was mature, cold, and unapproachable, but this version of her was bright and spirited, still carrying a touch of liveliness. A lump formed in my throat when I laid my eyes on her. The time machine had indeed brought me back to the past, but unfortunately, it seemed to have malfunctioned. Instead of returning to when we first met, I had arrived thirteen years in the past, on the day Sophia and I were about to be married. Tha

She smiled at him as she stretched her hand towards his cheek to wipe his tears away. "I know I do not have enough life force in me but I have enough to try out something, at least undo what I have done." Said Maria. "And what is it?" John asked as he placed his hand on the hand of Maria which was on his cheek. "I thought of a spell, it is the most reasonable thing to do since we have no choice. Possibly it will speed up my hours on earth, who knows.." "It is a reverse spell, say the words which I used to open hell backwards." Sight zooms out of the room and into the living room where Calypso was seen watching the news.

As he slowly closed his eyes, Wilbur muttered a few chants. He then put his palms together and summoned the 'Time Reverse' spell. It was a high-level spell that required a tremendous amount of spiritual energy and strength to cast. Only cultivators above the Sanctuary level were able to cast it. Not long after, an image appeared before Wilbur's eyes. A man in his thirties came into sight. He had a murderous expression on his face, his clothes torn and tattered. He broke down the door and barged straight into the room.

He browsed through the gold medals and several vials there before crouching a Lil bit to pick up a miniature-looking green bottle with golden dust-like particles. "What is that Lord adam?" I asked. "Pixie dust. It helps rewind time by thirty seconds so you will have enough time to leave this portal and travel to your realm." "Oh my! Thanks a bunch, Lord Adam, that will be so great." Tears of joy slipped from my eyes and Cass pulled me into a hug. Lord Adam poured a small quantity of the dust in his hand before blowing it into the air. The particles didn't settle down, instead, it stood straight in the air like it was over the gravitational law.

I simply made a call to my mentor, Oscar Walsman, and asked him to send someone to pick me up. There was less than a day left before I'd be pulled back by the time machine, taking with me all the memories from ten years in the future. But once the course of fate was altered, those memories would disappear forever. Still, I didn't regret it—because the version of me who had defied fate would finally get to live a brand-new life.

"We need to reverse the spell, but it won't be easy. The altar is protected by powerful magic. We'll have to work together." We joined hands and began to chant, drawing on the strength of our family's legacy. The air around us crackled with energy as we focused our will on counteracting the dark spell. Slowly, the oppressive energy began to wane, the carvings on the altar glowing with a faint, golden light.

She walked up to the mirror and turned around; the back of her shoulder had scratch marks as if she had burned slightly. What had happened? Why can't she remember anything? Maybe Chrissy could remember, putting on her blue torn Jean and black top, she had class in two hours. Sitting down and putting on her sneakers, she had this sudden sharp pain in the back of her head; unlike anything she had previously, this headache was different. Her eyes hurt, then the pain stopped, and she had a backlash of her mother, the dream she had, “be careful not to trust anyone.” She had a vision of a sharp seven-inch blade cutting into her wrist. This person cutting her had a clown mask. She turned her wrist

A pale light flickered from her palms, washing over the stone before snapping off like a dead wire. She opened her eyes and looked at me, her expression grim. "It’s a time-stasis spell, Isabella. Your power locked her life force inside a localized chronal freeze. I cannot undo this." My stomach dropped into a bottomless void. "What? No, you have to!" "I cannot," the Seer repeated firmly. "The magic must run its course. It will naturally dissolve and release her, but not until seventy-two hours have passed. Exactly three days." Bellamy stepped forward, his face pale as he looked between me and the old woman. "We don't have seventy-two hours," he said, his voice tight with panic. "The wedding