Warding Spell Novels & Stories

I push out of his arms and go down the steps, holding out my hands. “Elementals vocationem ore exíbit gládis acútus: hanc domun praesidio! Custodrie moneia malo!” I spread my hands apart, setting a line of magic around the house. The wendigo barrels out of the woods, sprinting right at us. Lucas leaps in front of me, putting himself in the line of fire. The wendigo runs into the warding and bounces off, roaring in frustration. It leans in, coming as close as it can to the warding without getting zapped.

“I can’t make any promises. But I’ll send Binx back if I need you to come save me again.” I step out of the circle and rush through the gathering hall, closing the door behind me as soon as I’m through. “Spatiumque hanc iniuriam,” I whisper, waving my hand over the doors. It’s a simple warding, but one that would give Nicole and Naomi enough of a warning that something malicious is trying to get in. The circle hasn’t been closed yet, and with their collective powers, nothing would be able to break through. Well…not nothing.

The candlelight bled across the ancient pages of the grimoire, illuminating words of power that had not been spoken in centuries. Soraya’s finger traced the swirling script, her voice a low murmur in the silent tower room. The spell was a simple one, a ward of protection. She had performed it a dozen times before. But tonight, a drop of sweat fell from her brow, smudging a critical sigil. She did not notice.

"We need to reverse the spell, but it won't be easy. The altar is protected by powerful magic. We'll have to work together." We joined hands and began to chant, drawing on the strength of our family's legacy. The air around us crackled with energy as we focused our will on counteracting the dark spell. Slowly, the oppressive energy began to wane, the carvings on the altar glowing with a faint, golden light.

the soldiers did as they were instructed and once again, they were all in their human form. “So like I said, I would be teaching you for the next few days various magic spells you would use in conquering the witches. For now, I would teach you all one certain spell. This spell is used as a defense mechanism for any incoming danger created by the witches. The spell is called Brezinga. This simple term I just called would diffuse any attack from the witches and would assist you in gaining advantage over them. I would have you know that this spell is unknown to the witches. Now lets make this practical shall we? I need one soldier to step forward.” Alpha Isaac pointed at one of his soldiers and

'Earth, air, fire, water and spirit, I call to you to make this spell magick, so mote it be. Once I feel the power of the elements surround me, I continue "Power of light, protect the wearer of this amulet from all plight, Once around the wearer's neck, no force, be it mundane or by charm or by hand, will be removed, May the strength of stone be in bone, May the wearer be safe from all witches, warlocks, vampires and werewolves that would harm, be it mundane or by charm. So mote it be... For the good of all and to harm none, this spell is bound and is to not be undone,

"By the weave of time’s own thread, Return to the place from which you came. From echoes past and futures near, Depart this realm, your path is clear. No more shall you walk in shadows wrong, To your rightful time, where you belong. By the force of night and light of day, I command you now, be on your way." Viviana's voice echoed through the air, soft and rhythmic, each word delicately entwined with the next. The gentle sound of her spell pulled me into a trance, the room's energy shifting as if responding to her every word. Suddenly, a sharp knock echoed through the house, pulling me out of the environment her spell created.

"I'm about to recite the protective spell, are you ready?" The couple nodded and she smiled, placing a hand each over their heads. "I cast this spell into the night to bind thine enemies and limit their fights. By earth, by wind, by water, by fire, i wish to stop their evil desires. The evil words and actions they spread shall only cause them to fell great dread. To lead all fights against their deeds as you will. So mote it be." After they were done, the old witch packed up her things and they all went back to the pack house passing by some guards on patrol.

She exclaimed making me rush over “The Art of Warding: Shielding the Spirit, Mind, and Flesh.” was written on it. Finally. I took the book from her grasp and filled it over. It was written in ancient tongue but I could understand the diagrams that showed protective barriers, glowing sigils and spells that repealed dark magic. “This is exactly what we need.” I said. “If we can learn how to cast these spells or infuse them into our armor then we'll have a great fighting chance at whatever Zerathos throws our way.”

‘You risk much for everyone, one might think this time a little too much,’ Fafnir replied weakly, ‘Remember, I cannot assist you, you must use your own magic reserves for the spell, which will become difficult to hold while you begin. ‘Why is that?’ ‘The spell is wound transference, commonly called wurveeden dalas, if done correctly, the spell transfers the damage done from the target to the spell wielder or a willing substitute. In many cases, it was done when minimal to moderate damage was done to the target and was used in times of war, with the damage being transferred to slaves from the soldiers so they could continue to fight. In this case, it may prove fatal to you young prince, not t