Novel & Cerita Warding Spell

~~~~~~~********~~~~~~~ "By silver pure and mountain ash, By salt that binds and iron's lash, I draw this circle, three times round, And seal it deep within the ground. No beast who wears a human face, No creature born of moon's embrace, May cross the line I've drawn this night, Till dawn returns with morning light. By wolfsbane dried and vervain blessed, By my own blood, this spell manifests. What walks on four or stands on two, If beast lies beneath, you shall not pass through. With iron will and silver tongue, This ward shall hold till night is done. So I have spoken, so shall it be, As I will it, so mote it be." ~~~~~~~*******~~~~~~~ Power exploded from me. A shimmering golden barrier ros

But here I am, pulled over on the side of the road, unable to catch my breath. What's wrong with me? “It's an aversion spell, set to work on wolves," Rufus explains. "Witch sanctuaries use them to keep wolves and other predators away. Let your glow shine through,” Rufus recommends, padding forward in my mind. “The spell needs to feel that you’re a witch.” “Wouldn’t that be a lie?” I argue. “I’m not a witch.” “You aren’t exactly a wolf either.” Rufus explains patiently. “But the spell doesn’t know that. It thinks you’re an outsider. Show the spell you belong here.”

The ward would mark them with a symbol visible only to those I'd keyed into the spell. "It's done," I said finally, exhausted. "Now we wait." We took turns watching from a hidden alcove down the hall. Me, then Dominic, then Damon. Hours passed with no activity. Warriors came and went on legitimate business. Healers checked on Darius. Nothing suspicious. Maybe the traitor knew we were watching. Maybe they'd gotten spooked. Then, at three in the morning during my watch, the ward activated. I felt it like a pulse of electricity through my magic. Someone had crossed the threshold. Someone with demon magic on them.

Jess wished she were standing closer to Caine but reluctantly took Kiaan and Damien's clammy hands when they reached out to her. "Say these words three times," Damien ordered. “Shadows lurking in the night, I summon you, come to us tonight. Give us the revenge we seek, Twist the strong and make them weak. I call on you to make this spell magick, so mote it be." After the third iteration, Jess looked about the room and noticed the others doing the same. Brows raised, Kiaan asked, "Is something supposed to happen?" "Not now," Damien assured him. "But it will. Trust me."

My magic had acted on instinct, protecting me. What my wolf called; What must be must be Maybe it would work again. I stood up and walked to the full-length mirror in the corner. My reflection looked back at me. Nervous. Desperate. Determined. The counterspell for location protection was simpler than I expected. Just three words and a pulling motion, like tearing away a veil. I raised my hands. Focused on the feeling of restriction. Of being held back. Of being hidden. "Revela quod celatum est."

‘By the Moon’s light and spirits of the night, Break the curse and end the werewolves plight. With a cursed beings life force I plea, Free the enslaved, let their true selves be. Unbind their chains and restore their will, Harmony with the Moon will let their spirit fill. With gratitude and reverence I cast this spell, Liberate the werewolves, release them from this hell, So mote it be.’

Nate nodded, his cheeks still burning red, and took the bag. We worked mostly in silence for a while, with me examining the spell to see what precisely it was supposed to do while Nate fiddled with the herbs. As I’d expected, it was a spell for containment: a large salt circle set closer to the wards, activated through our incantations here, that would be strong enough to hold a whole gang of angry alphas and keep them from crossing the line. It looked good in theory; all I had to do was figure out where Nate had gone wrong other than the mallow, and watch as he carefully adjusted the placement of the components. Ian paced the clearing, making unhappy noises whenever Nate and I were close en

The air hummed as the ward thickened and expanded, its protection spreading in a wide arc to envelop the vampire forces flanking us. The spells of the light witches infused the space with an almost tangible aura, creating a barrier that gleamed with the promise of protection. It was a spell woven to withstand the heaviest of assaults—one designed not just to deflect physical attacks like arrows or bullets but to repel dark magic itself. Jason's voice cut through the murmuring chants, barking an order in a guttural language unfamiliar to most of us. Yet, instinctively, I recognized the command. “Retreat,” it meant. And though the word might have implied weakness, there was nothing timid in th

Oggling through his red liquid eyes, he corrected her words between his gritted teeth, " How could you..!! She isn't any unnecessary people in my life. You get that?" Rosamund narrowed her gaze slightly. Dropping her eyes at his hard grip, she replied in a cold voice, " Let go of my arms, brother. You are hurting me and disregarding my status." The man retracted his hands carefully but not before Rosamund chanted something under her breath, " Vardamant Caskiola." A spell used by Witches when they attacked their opponent with magical powers. The man dodged fast, skipped her direct attack and jumped on the other side.

It echoed across the forest and into the village. It's the bell for an urgent message. My father, the alpha king, sends his guards to ring it whenever he wants to address us. Not just an ordinary message, but typically it signifies danger, and death. Fuck! This magic should work fast. “Liv, I think we need to attend this call,” Thomas giggled, his desires for me taking over his thinking faculty. Fuck you and my name in your mouth, until I am done turning you to a bush rat. A spiral blue spell appeared on my palms as I controlled the force of it. Not wasting time, I closed my eyes and said the last prayer for Thomas while casting the spell on him.