Travel Back In Time Spell Novels & Stories

I assured. "I am right here," he said behind me. I stood up and clenched my hands into fists. I could feel my blood boil. It was time for revenge. "Jocelyn cast the spell," I said. "Eritas corpus sirius insigné adamé ultera zequere!" She chanted. "The spell will last only five minutes, Desmond," she warned. "That is enough time for me," I said.

The most obvious question needed to be asked at this point. “How do we go back in time?” “You’ll need to go aboard William’s ship and into his cabin, there will be a parchment in the top drawer of his desk. On that parchment will be an incantation that you will all have to say. That will take you and your friends along with William and his crew back in time. I have a ship waiting for you and your friends while William’s ship will transport back with him.” “Do we have a time frame? Because I feel like this is something that would have a time frame on it.”

“What about you, Knox?” “What is that supposed to mean?” He growls at me “Why haven’t you told anyone about your little secret?” He grits his teeth, snarling at me. “Afraid to admit that you are no longer pure?” “You stupid little boy! You have no idea what you are talking about!” “”Do you know what happens when a spell is removed? Memories come back. Not clear, sometimes in the wrong order, sometimes blurry. It doesn’t make sense at first, it just makes you feel guilty. But eventually, everything becomes clear. Those gaps in time are suddenly filled.”

I need to combine their powers to make a certain spell work. "How sure are you that it is going to work?" I inquired. "For three years, I have been secretly researching how my father was able to succeed in his experiments then I stumbled into this spell. The spell allows someone to go back in time. This person who used wanted to stay so she accumulated a lot of magical properties to absorb magic from it but it was not enough to make the spell last long so it brought her back to the present and she kept trying and trying but she kept failing."

“So we’re moving into temporal manipulation theory now. It’s a lot, but it’ll make sense once you stop thinking linearly.” “Sounds fake,” I mutter, staring at the chart of timelines, multiverse branches, and spell tiers. She nudges me with her elbow. “Stop being dramatic. Look, this symbol here is the anchor point. Every spell involving time starts with a fixed moment.” I nod, following her finger. “So... if someone wanted to rewind time five minutes,” “They’d have to cast from the current anchor and pull energy backward. Which burns more power depending on how many variables are involved. People. Objects. Events. The more complex the moment, the more taxing the spell.”

Because only cultivators could possess swordwill. He said angrily, "Who the hell was it? How dare he kill Sian? Does he have any idea who is he messing with?" With that said, he made a gesture with his hand to agglomerate a mysterious light. The light went on to absorb the remaining smell and breath of Sian and the others. It was a special skill created by the Gahrrs, called the Backtrack Spell. After absorbing the last remaining breath of the deceased, the time in the scene would rewind and show a video of the past. In this case, the time when Sian was murdered.

After a few hours, I made myself ready in front of the toy and pendulum. I unleashed my spellbook and left it levitating in the air, then I extended my right hand to the pendulum, putting the telephone in front of my ear. An enchast forms in front of the clock and the spell starts to work. The hands of the clock are rotating backward and rapidly. The only solution to call a person from the past is similar to Lanasia's spell: possessing a vessel. The best vessel I could think of is the same eyes she used to watch over Hessuel since his awakening.

“We take the soul out of its body for a brief moment if we want to show something that can’t be seen with naked eyes.” “So that’s what you did to me before? When you showed me what happened to my parents?” I slowly backed away from her. “Not quite. It requires a different kind of spell to travel from the past.” Shaking my head profusely, I said, “I need to get out of here.” Before I could run towards the fence gate and try to go back to my body, I stopped when she responded, “You can’t go back unless I undo the spell.” I heaved a deep sigh and turned to look at Aunt Odessa again who plastered a stoic look. “Then how can I make you undo it?”

The spell could only offer me a temporary reprieve, a fleeting taste of a life I could never fully have. As the sun began to sink lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the market, I felt a pang of regret. Reluctantly, I started to retrace my steps, the enchantment gradually fading away. The incantation echoed softly in my mind as I whispered, "Solis dominus, aeternum tenebras serviam." With a heavy heart, I closed my eyes and began to chant the reverse of the spell, my voice tinged with melancholy. The world around me blurred and shifted once more, and when I opened my eyes, I found myself back in the study room, the sunlight now a distant memory.

For two decades I was hunted, and constantly on the run, I sought to protect Noah from all the harm that Alexander and Direl could do to him, but I never tired of looking for a just solution to end the evil they brought to Ascabaltt. In my search for something that would bring an end to everything bad they did, not only to Noah, but to everyone around him, I discovered something that could change everything, turn back the clock. Doing this would not be easy at all, and for years I tested countless spells, I went looking for ingredients that would help me, as well as people who could teach me new things, until I finally managed to create something that could, finally, allow me to go back in t