Vampire Spell Novels & Stories

So instead, I fight. I gather all the sorcery I can muster within me, and I channel it into my most innate spell—light. It’s not the witchlight that most vampires learn to wield for sight, nor the firelight that they learn to wield for battle, nor even the light of divinity that the priestesses of Nox call upon for guidance, but something unbound, more potent, something akin to purest starlight. It erupts from me, hurting my eyes but, hopefully, if he didn’t close his in time, temporarily blinding Chryseus.

She closed her eyes and started muttering, "Eripe animam, flere sanguine venire ad me, et ponam te in somnum. Et stabit de domino vestro, aliquis. Et stabit de domino vestro. Audite vocem meam. Posuit animam tuam meis dormitationem, donec dominus REGRESSUS. (Rescue, weeping blood coming toward me and put you to sleep. He will master you ask. But out of your master. Obey me. Put thy soul to slumber until the owner come back.)" It is a spell for separating the soul from its owner. It puts the affected person to sleep and separates the soul from their body. The spell has a visual representation in the form of the black mist of dark magic and can work at long distances. The spell might end up ki

My eyes widened in surprise. "This orb contains wolf blood. It repels vampires and keeps away those who wish you harm. It turns black when there's a vampire or danger nearby," she explained. "Now, regarding the spell, I won't be able to perform it unless we have something that belongs to him, like a hair, a piece of skin, or flesh." "Urgh!" I groaned, frustration building up inside me. "I just want to know where he was when it happened," I muttered, gazing up at the sky.

And quickly, the fear went visible in the look on his face as he can't move a muscle and even breathe. The rest of them were about to attack us, but there are things under the ground where they stood that started to move which made them wonder. Skeleton hands began showing and held some of the legs near them. Some of the ridiculous kids screeched in panic and have shifted in their wolf forms to fight the skeletons that have just come out of their graves. It's a spell I learned from my cousin way back then, which is giving life to things and follow my commands. When I noticed the breathless unmoved vampire that was about to rudely hold my bewildered mate earlier, I made him slowly levitate un

She reached for a dark charm at her neck — some kind of summoning spell, maybe — but Ariana was faster. With one final surge of power, Ariana raised her hands and whispered something ancient. The wind stilled. Time almost stopped. And then light swallowed Nerissa whole. When it cleared, there was nothing left but ash. The vampires faltered. They watched their leader disintegrate, and the spell of control cracked. I could feel the moment it shifted — some began to drop their weapons. Some looked confused. A few turned and fled. But Xavier didn’t falter. He raised his sword again.

"I've read something about a daylight spell. One that you could make night into day. Can you do that? Vampires have no powers during the day. He'd be stuck on foot without supernatural strength or speed." "Yes we can do that spell, but it requires a sacrafice, specifically a sacrifice of a powerful leader.... but we can modify it with just a lot of blood from an Alpha. The more blood we have, the longer we can keep the night day. We just won't be able to do it for more than 3 hours without a sacrifice. We have the rest of the ingredients."

The power of ancient magic charged the atmosphere with tension, all eyes glued to that witch as every passing second flared our anxiety. Within a few minutes of chanting, the impostor hissed, her body jerking as glowing symbols flared across her skin. Nora’s spell worked its magic as the illusion started peeling away, revealing her true form ashen skin etched with dark lines and veins, eyes glowing an unnatural crimson. She screamed, the sound scraping against my bones. My throat tightened to see that the impostor was a sired vampire. Witch Nora slammed her staff onto the floor, her voice laden with grim authority. “Spell broken.”

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

“Liam, there´s something you should know.” “What it is, Laura?” “Marcus spoke of a forgotten ancient spell granting its caster the power to reach back in time and alter the course of history. It calls for the blood of the First Wolf, the ashes of an immortal witch, and the soul of the First Vampire. Marcus is the First Vampire. Two years ago, someone stole his soul. That´s right around the time that I disappeared. Marcus believes someone has cast that spell. Liam, what if I´m the target of that spell? What if whoever cast it has taken me from a particular moment in time in order to alter future events?”

Hilda adjusted the lapels of her leather jacket and stared at him with optimistic eyes. "That would be foolish of you, Hilda." Mom walked toward us and rested a hand on her hips. She looked calm and collected and I sometimes wonder how she could remain placid and serene in all situations. Everyone looked either angry or panicked and one sure thing is that vampires don't breathe so loud. I can hear the heartbeat of a mortal nearby, watching us and the mortal must be a witch. "This markings on their forehead is a dark mojo. There are lots of dark energy in this circle and it would lead to your death if you don't rethink your decision."