Vampire Spell Novels & Stories

Across the island, the battle of the monsters raged. Damon roared in frustration. He was losing. The Vampire Matriarch was overwhelming him, her ancient strength a match for his stolen magic. She was fast, brutal, and relentless. She slashed his face, leaving deep gouges. "Enough!" Damon shrieked. He slammed his iron rod into the ground. He didn't aim at Beatrice. He aimed at the island itself. " Dissolvo! " The spell wasn't an attack. It was an unmaking.

I screamed as he swung his sword toward me. I watched as his eyes went blank and his face relaxed. I knew, even though my magic was still weak, I had him under my control. I commanded him to drop his sword before stepping closer and wrapping my arms around him. I could feel his resistance to my spell as he flew us back to the entrance of my home. As soon as we entered, I dropped my control on the vamps, hoping the blood that had been shed would be enough to send them into a frenzy. As an extra precaution, I cast a spell blocking anyone else from entering the premises.

With each word, the power grew, swirling around me like an invisible shield. Sensing the strength building within me, I focused on combining the energies of both threads, intertwining them in a powerful fusion. The air crackled with magic as the threads pulsed with newfound intensity, their protective aura expanding. Drawing from this newfound power, I channeled it into my words, weaving a potent spell that reverberated with olden force. With each syllable, I wove a web of influence, reaching out to the vampires' minds and stirring them into a frenzied state.

Augustus muttered, he flashed a cold smile. “Let me create my own blood spell.” Augustus painted in the air with blood, a complicated pattern of blood immediately appeared, Edsel looked at the pattern, a little scared in his heart. Neva's heart power is the original power of vampires, every time a vampire receives that huge power. Augustus the chosen one? "Make an oath." Augustus said coldly. Edsel knows the power of this spell, the person who receives it will have to tame the owner of the blood spell, if he dares to betray, he will receive a fatal blow in return.

I still don't know what happened that could have made the Lunar pack to lose it's magic because at some point both packs had magic. I spent the entire morning with Mason doing some research and I am glad to say that we have uncovered a lot. This vampire that is coming here is one of our own. This means that he should have one of the four elements in his blood. I have been reading up on some very old spells and I think that I might have found one that might help. The problem is that the spell is too powerful for me to do on my own and channelling power from Jonathan won't be enough.

I could see it in his eyes, in the way his talons extended, he wanted to mark me as his, but not on my watch. Gathering all the energy I had— I was glad that the Vampire territory was covered with such abundant vegetation. That gave me an unlimited amount of energy, since Ameris Necklace wasn't with me right now— and summoned up a very strong, high-level repelling spell, capable of pushing away the strongest of the strong. I watched Damien's eyes grow wide as he was flung across the room, slamming against the wall with a loud thud. The only reason my spell worked was because I was at my highest optimization.

“Ugh!” “How is that an insult, Davina?” Lloyd asked. Davina turned the glare to him. “You’re that dumb too? A locator spell is one of the easiest spells to cast! You can even siphon it as a werewolf! You don’t have to be a mage!” “How did you expect me to know that?” Xavier protested, and Davina snapped her hand again. A scroll hurled off one of the racks and headed straight for Xavier at an impossible speed.

But they were there now, and they were ready. Landry gave her a nod of approval. He had his sage in one hand and a match in the other; he was ready to do exactly what she asked of him. She stood with her feet on the ground and rose her hands above her head; she gazed up at the full moon, pulling the energy from it and allowing it to absorb her fair flesh. Crystal began to recite the spell in Latin; something she had memorized a couple of months ago. Just as she started speaking, Landry sprinkled the sage in a circle around her, just as he did when he summoned the vampire lord.

"I'll hold him off!" Marinetta hesitated, her heart torn. But she knew what needed to be done. She pressed forward, clutching the relic tightly. As she approached Draven, she began to chant the spell, her voice strong and unwavering. Draven's eyes widened with realization. "No! I won't be imprisoned again!" He lunged at Marinetta, but Harley intercepted him, grappling with the vampire lord. "Finish it!" Harley shouted, his voice strained. Marinetta focused all her energy on the spell, the air around her crackling with power. As she completed the incantation, the relic began to glow, pulling Draven's essence towards it.

The circle's edges flared, creating cascading waves of golden light that collided with tendrils of dark purple energy, blending and clashing in a mesmerizing display. The room trembled under the spell. The candles were extinguished one by one as the power Zavian summoned grew. His voice grew louder, reverberating off the walls as the spell reached its apex. "Velora shan, era'than ral'ora. Nyssa voreth, tu'lal celeste. In myrithan vel'alas... Ith'lamor solai!"