Warding Spell Novels & Stories

the reassuring voice advised. "I can't... I can't concentrate on anything. There's a buzzing in my ears," I replied frantically. My vision blurred as my eyes rolled back, and a cacophony of voices and words swirled around me. "Alright, witches, our duty is to safeguard this child from prying eyes. No one must discern her true identity or sense her powers until the appointed time. Join me in the chant for the glamour spell: 'Quidquid requiritur fiat.'"

Maybe my childhood best friend and stalker really was my greatest ally. I shook away my musings and got into position. We witches stood at ten-foot intervals from each other in preparation for jointly strengthening the ward. The Fae stood by our sides and channeled their energy into us to give us both strength and stamina. My awareness latched onto Kaelen when he placed his palm on the small of my back. His Fae magic spread through me, filling me up. I channeled it out of my wand and chanted the warding spell. This one I did know the Latin for because they taught us at the aKaelenmy, and it was easy to remember.

“You’re under my roof, in my wing. No one will touch you here.” I hesitated. “But someone already has.” Kael turned then, his eyes blazing. “Not again. I swear it, Elara.” His words hung heavy between us, full of promise and fury. “I’ll double the guards,” he said. “And I’ll put a warding spell on your room.” “A what?” He hesitated before answering. “A blood protection spell. My blood. It’ll bind my strength to you. No dark force can breach it.” My heart thudded. “That’s… powerful magic.”

I lifted my crown, a simple band of blackened iron and set it upon my brow. The Witch Draven approached, chanting soft syllables, weaving magic into the wards that held the fortress together. I watched the ritual unfold, gray mist rising from the runes carved in the stone floor. When Draven finished, he turned to me. “All is in place. The wards will shatter at your command.” I nodded. “Then I give the order.” I raised the iron horn to my lips and blew, a single, long blast that echoed like thunder through the night. The sound rattled the valley, and beyond, hidden watchers flinched.

She had been working inside these walls. For how long? My throat dried. I turned toward the wardrobe. Inside, her clothes were gone. But on the top shelf— More bundles. More charms. And something else. A box. Black. Locked. I stared at it. Then placed my hand gently on top. A faint vibration pulsed beneath my palm. A warding spell. I closed my eyes. I didn’t force it. I didn’t break it violently. I let my power seep slowly into the edges of the spell, unraveling it thread by thread.

The Thirteenth Claw. I stepped over a broken archway. The glow of magical wards sparkled over the perimeter, alive and alert. It had taken me weeks to set the spells. They were vicious, twisting intruders into nothing more than dust. I whispered a command in the old tongue as I passed—*“Avess al’cor”—*and the invisible barrier parted for me like smoke. Every part of that place listened to me now.

I had to leave sooner than now, I should've left yesterday because if he got these wards up only my full magic could break them and that would take time that I most likely would never get. The wards could be used for anything from preventing teleportion to preventing Gods from saying certain thing and so much more. This book was made to subdue me. How did he access it if I casted an impossible spell to prevent anyone but me from ever finding it. I would hold that thought for another time. I didn't have time to over think things. I went to the next tab and the hope left me alittle bit more.

Wasn't he being clear enough by ignoring him? But Talon obviously didn’t listen to him. He continued to approach so Alaric decided to ignore him and focus on the protection wards. He muttered the final words of the incantation and when the last sigil sealed with a shimmer of blue light, he quickly chanted his vanishing spell. Talon, who had already anticipated that, hurriedly jumped and hugged Alaric just as the spell took effect.

Killian led with silent precision, Ashley holding the map and reading the enchantments out loud. “Next turn… there’s a ward. Displacement spell. If we step into it, we’ll end up ten miles off-course,” she said. “Can we dispel it?” I asked. “Only if you’ve trained in ancient wolf rites or shadow-fire sorcery.” I raised a brow. “Didn’t think so,” she added. Out at the border of the ward Killian sprinkled red salt about him out of his pouch, and we had darted about. After midnight we had gained the cliffs above the accursed valley.

"Spread her legs and make them free. I love them when they fight back. As he pulled his zip down I struggled and pushed him away. I felt fingers and claws around My thigh, I tried struggling more, not wanting my pants to be pulled down. It finally registered to me that it was particularly cold that evening. I Was nothing compared to their strength, and the fact that they were calling their wolves to the surface. My eyes began to change and I saw a twinkling flash before my eyes, I called into my wolf, something I had only done once. "Take her far away and hide her, find a sorcerer, and put a controversy in her mind. We must prevent anyone from seeing her" "I am afraid…. " "Don't be. I'ill me