Werewolf Spells Novels & Stories

“A curse so deadly bestowed upon a pack will see your demise before the key to your livelihood is born.” The jackass city wolf I’m currently dragging across the graveled path by his greasy hair mutters in a robot-like voice. His eyes remain purple, indicating that a more formidable force continues to dominate his thoughts. Being under a witch's spell is comparable to having your wolf's essence torn away, leaving it in a state of confusion, fear, and turmoil. Once freed from the witch's clutches, your wolf spirals into madness, blurring the boundaries of control, and those who overstep will forfeit their position as the leader.

"You are a werewolves, you see in the dark?" Cameron shrugged. "That doesn't make it less terrifying." Scott ignited himself, illuminating the surroundings. "Problem solved." Lila rushed to quench the flames, her hands weaving a swift spell. "Are you trying to faint again, Scott? Your elemental powers are still weakened, don't was your mana." Lily intervened, clapping twice to conjure soft, ethereal lights. "Don't worry, I've got this." I marveled inwardly, "The Thane witches' magic is astonishing – casting spells with mere hand gestures."

the sorcerer, Ulysses, narrowed his eyes at me, “But before that, are you sure your maid can overhear such confidential matters?” “Eileen?” Princess Cecilia glanced back at me. “She’s fine.” “Oh, is that so?” The sorcerer smiled meaningfully. This sorcerer seemed intent on dismissing me. He wanted to be alone with the Princess. I clenched my fists, seething with anger as I tightened my sleeves. “Eileen can stay. Continue with your explanation,” Cecilia ordered without hesitation. “Very well.” The sorcerer sipped his tea, his smile unchanged. “Wolf venom is a toxin unique to werewolves. Without blood mushrooms, even a sorcerer might not be able to counter it.”

I called. "Yes, alpha? Do you have anything in your mind? I am preparing some herbs that might cease her pain-" "I guess. I have something in my mind. We can get Stacy's help here now, can't we?" I asked. Before speaking, he thought for a second: "Usually, spells are cast on the wolf and not on the human being. So this girl's wolf should accept it. Do you believe her wolf will accept a foreign spell?" 'She will.' Blue said, howling inside.

In the third step, while reciting the spell to become a black wolf: "Twist the bones and bend the back. Trim me of murdered boy fat. Give me fur, a tail black as black. Claws, fangs, make me a wolf, werewolf. Sharpen my teeth, the taste of blood is in my mouth when I bite down, ripping out their throat. Intestines are being torn apart; they scream, sounds like "Die!" but they don't. Make them live again. Again, and I will bite them again. Hearts stop beating, blood spills, stains my paws - color of spilled blood, fresh blood, and I want more. I can't stop drinking. I'll never be full; I'll never feel full again. I'm thirsty, burning up inside."

More wolves tried to leap at me but I used magic to blast them all out. Cedric had slain over twelve wolves and he was still combatting more. Hilda looked happier jumping high in the sky and landing on unsuspecting wolves back while stabbing them. Suzy equally blasted the lot of them with magic as well as bit them and spread vampire venom in their veins. It looked like we had the upper hand but something else bothered me immensely. The warlock we had bonded by dark object had broken free with the help of the wolves and he was massaging his wrists and stretching his neck.

Whatever spell is around Winter, he knew it would protect her. Rolling over, I whisper an incantation to summon wind. A ball of it gathers in the room and I direct it at the werewolf. It hits him in the side, knocking him off of me. I scramble to my feet. The werewolf snarls as he gets up, his yellow eyes blazing with rage. He charges at me, but I'm prepared this time. With a flick of my wrist, I send a bolt of lightning towards him. It hits him square in the chest and he staggers backwards, his body convulsing with pain.

“So, about this mind speak thingy…” “Ah, that’s a type of communication magic that all werewolves have. It lets them talk with their pack members,” said John, who finally chose to speak after watching the two in their awkward situation. “Anything you say using that magic can only be heard by those you consider part of your pack. In this case, it’s Young Master Nico and I. Your parents would probably be able to hear you as well, but since there’s a considerable distance, they would likely not.” “Oh, okay…”

Said one of the werewolves who was preparing his things. "Are you afraid of ghosts?" His friend asked, chuckling. The werewolf with black hair looked at his friend with a horrified look. "Ghost? No. But her?..” He pointed towards the forest where Mira had gone. "..Of course. Don't you?" He asked his friend, the one who had shoulder length hair. The werewolf there who heard the question shuddered in horror. Who would dare to confront a witch with such immense dark power? Mira can even cast spells on people at quite a distance. Not an ordinary spell, but a dark and black spell they had ever seen.

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.”