Warding Spell Novels & Stories

Chief Wolfpaw says to me as he and Cody are in their full werewolf forms with their claws ready to attack the spider giants on the other side of the door. A loud thud is heard from the roof. The giant spiders are jumping on the roof in an attempt to collapse it. I get my hands out and whisper the elder spells of my ancestors. "Wind of the seas, light of the sun, Destroy the darkness, and let this be done, I call upon light, I call upon sun rays, To make my enemies go away..."

“Moon above and shadows deep, Bind the heart and bind the sleep. Twist the path that fate has spun, Turn the many into one. Let desire cloud the sight, Let false love replace the light. By blood offered and power claimed, Let the chosen soul be chained.” As the spell was chanted, Aurora instantly noticed Nythera subtly changing a few words within the spell as though she were secretly sabotaging it.

He turned a few locks and knobs and then stepped back from the door. "When you step on it, think of your room. It will transport you with stardust. And because of the everlasting fire, it's not traceable by magic." My heart pounded in my chest as I took a step towards the door. "Ten minutes, kid, that's it. Any longer, and the spell will fade, and you will be stuck in there unable to leave until someone removes the ward around the place." I nodded. "Thank you," I said, smiling at him.

It would make a great sacrifice. Wilbur tested a few times and realized that the jade pendant could allow the user to be immune to beginner and intermediate spells. However, the jade pendant could not stop advanced spells. Wilbur knew how to cast those. The Dragon's Chant he cultivated was a spell of the ancient dragon clan. It was the spell among spells because it held great destructive power. The jade pendant would probably be destroyed and become useless if he unleashed the spell. That was why Wilbur was holding back. Shawn seemed horrified when he heard that,

I can feel something watching me from afar, something dark and angry, just like I felt in my dream last night. Fear threatens to flood me but I tell myself the words that came to me early this morning. "Fear is a choice." My magic flares in response to that, flowing brighter and stronger as I continue the rest of the process for setting up the wards. Once each protection sigil has attached itself to an element of the earth, the final word leaves my lips in the form of a command, "Seal." All three protection wards I have set up flare to life once again, and like I envisioned, they spread out, threads of blue, green, and silver, stretching out from one end of the Moonveil pack to the other and

In the Veil, language was always coded, and those who didn’t know how to read between the lines never lasted long. Outside my door, the Varkesh Houndguard rotated positions with the precision of a blade’s edge—two every hour, the shift silent except for the faintest thrum of bootfalls through the stone. Layers of wards coated this place like lacquer: blood-bound sigils keyed to me, shadows woven into the walls to repel anything not invited, and an old spell—older than the House itself—that made the air itself hostile to intruders. Which is why the knock made me pause.

“We are in the middle of a crisis, and you’re acting like…” She trailed off as Soren ignored her completely. He shifted, lifting me slightly so I was draped across his lap. He tucked my head under his chin, anchoring me to him as if he were trying to merge our heartbeats. No one else in the room commented; they were too exhausted, or perhaps they simply knew better than to get between a wolf and his mate. Ava cleared her throat, pulling a map toward her. “Status update,” she said, her voice firm enough to silence Sasha’s whining. “ performing the ritual to stop the spell , came at a cost. The barrier—the main ward—around the school has been severely compromised.”

His perception of traditional magic was shaken. The spell Len selected for the idol turned out to be a protection spell. Len read the description that the spell would imbue the object with protective magic that wards off small to medium kinetic based attacks. He watched as the idol processed being imbued by small amount of flowing arcane energy. The eagle idol floated and vibrated reacting to the purple energy encasing it.

I mumbled. “What's a kissing spell?” he sounded curious. “Oh, that?” I laughed faintly, “Just a family curse… In short, I kissed you. Now, if you don't kiss me back before my 30th birthday, I will die… or I can give up on my magic…” I chuckled and looked at him. He became serious. He moved closer to me. “Is that all? All I have to do is kiss you?” he slowly leaned over me. “N-no…” I gulped seeing his face inches away from mine, “You… would have to feel something towards me… The kiss should carry equally intense emotions… as the ones I felt when I gave you mine…”

My first meeting with her. “Freku sa tilolo fis eku nas ti lalin.” He chants, making the whole place instantly dirt-free. “And here I was, thinking it’s -ti lalon.” I say about the spell “Ti lalon or ti lalin, can go both ways depending on who is using it; A warlock or a Witch.” He tells me “Well, I did know that some words are gender specific but I just never thought it would have to do with a single letter.” I mutter thoughtfully