Warding Spell Novels & Stories

“Powerful as you are, that would be most unwise.” “I have not lied to you,” she replied truthfully. “Hmm,” he quirked an eyebrow and then released her face and crossed to the ward, picking up the jar of blood. She drew in a sharp breath of anticipation, and he stopped and smirked. “What?” He said. “Did you think you could trap me so easily? You have no idea how this magic works. The wards are specific. They only activate if the person the spell is cast for is in the circle.”

Lose the clarity of your gaze, from this moment you will see no more! Jeanne yelps, the spell has worked, she has gone blind. She spreads her trembling hands in front of her and growls. —Very good trick. I must admit, it is... uncomfortable not being able to see where I'm going. - She advances in my direction and I run away without turning my back on her.

she screamed, denying everything. The sorcerer looked up, revealing yellowed teeth and a cold smile. "Luna Alayna, you really have a poor memory. When you paid me a fortune for the surrogate pregnancy curse, you certainly didn't say that." The room fell into stunned silence. The surrogate pregnancy curse was forbidden magic in the werewolf packs. Anyone caught using it would be exiled for life. Veins bulging on his forehead, Misael kicked the sorcerer violently. "You're lying! I don't know you! Sienna must have paid you to frame us!"

Vulture’s message came first, in his sharp script: “This spell is chaos-tested and stitched with Bone Circle glyphs. Place under your bed, above your doors, and don’t let Cassian touch the red thread. Protect each other. This is our war now — not just Bain’s.” Sokolov’s note was barely readable, a mix of Cyrillic and English. “Ward forged in temple fire. Runic layer set to scream if a shadow enters. Hide it behind Cassie’s mirror. For your family — for mine — we stand.”

Once she had finished the spell, she dipped the very tip of the pendant into the mixture. Prepared for the moment when the pendant hit the mixture, she screwed her eyes tightly closed, struggling to stop herself from chuckling when she heard the exclamations of the less prepared werewolves around her who would likely have been half-blinded by the blue-purple spark that erupted from the cauldron. Waiting a few seconds, she finally removed the pendant from the mixture and held it over the map Layon had supplied and waited for the spell to do its work. Within seconds the pendant began to spin around and around, moving over the map in steady circles that slowly got smaller and smaller as the spe

“Death, birth and rebirth.” He whispers as she sighs, knowing the next step and what will she be ended up to. She smiles in satisfying defeat, as he activates a guarding spell. “Oh well.” Giggling lustfully, yet another playful attempt she dwells while taking a piece and two without his knowledge. She waves her hand for a temporary goodbye as the pentagram of guarding spell is activated. Illuminating its neon green color, she is eventually thrown out and once more from every day as she playfully whispers.

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.

Sweat clung to his dark skin, running down his face in rivulets as he raised his arms and threw back his head. “Mortuos voco! Pro nobis pugna! Domum nostram defende!” Sterling shouted, his voice low and haunting. “I call forth the dead! Fight for us! Defend our home!” Shit, this wasn’t good. A spell like that would drain him like a fucking juice box. What had to have been at least one hundred wisps of smoke rose from the cracks in the ground. They quickly reformed, taking on the shape of human and wolf alike. Two glowing eyes, the color of polished rubies, shone from within each one.

With concentrated effort, I cast a powerful barrier spell around the mansion, ensuring that no harm would befall those within, while simultaneously trapping any enemies that breached our defenses. But my preparations did not end there. Recognizing that stealth would be a crucial advantage, I began casting spells that rendered several of our werewolf guardians invisible to the naked eye. Each one of them held immense power, able to strike swiftly and silently from the shadows, disrupting the witches' plans before they even realized what was happening. The gathered werewolves, even Alpha Romulo himself, stood in shock, their disbelief evident on their faces. It was a testament to the sheer mag

Recognized a predator so far above them in the hierarchy that challenging it was suicide. Marcus's face had gone pale. "Everyone, brace for—" I released the pulse. Pure Ghost Wolf power exploded outward in a wave that consumed everything in its path. The wards flared to life, ancient magic Mike had spent weeks perfecting, designed specifically to counter Ghost Wolf abilities. They pressed against my power, trying to contain it, trying to suppress it the way Kelly's curse had tried to suppress my awakening. For three heartbeats, they held. I felt the resistance. Felt the wards drawing on reserves of magical energy, attempting to match my strength.