Werewolf Spells Novels & Stories

“Ugh!” “How is that an insult, Davina?” Lloyd asked. Davina turned the glare to him. “You’re that dumb too? A locator spell is one of the easiest spells to cast! You can even siphon it as a werewolf! You don’t have to be a mage!” “How did you expect me to know that?” Xavier protested, and Davina snapped her hand again. A scroll hurled off one of the racks and headed straight for Xavier at an impossible speed.

Ashamed that I've been caught, I quickly shake my head. “Oh, no. I'm so sorry for staring, it's just so fascinating, being able to treat and heal like that and all. And even if I want to, I don't have any ounce of treating magic in me.” I admit, which is true. Werewolves possess a natural aura about each one of them. For instance, a blue aura stands for the water element and werewolves with this aura usually possess magic relating with healing and for offensive powers, it can range from water bullets to ice daggers. It simply depends on the person and Pack doctors always have this aura.

"Why is he acting like this?" His shrugging shoulders contain sarcasm. "Because you cage him." "No, I mean," my voice lowers in dismay, "he's been like this ever since he died." Gradually, I sat in front of the cage, sticking my eyes at Hessuel who's been glaring at me like a powerful prey. I unleash my spellbook and with dear compassion, I recite the spell. A big enchast appeared underneath our feet and the rings of its light levitate around us unsteadily. This spell feels cold but the wind it blows whistles a certain melody that would tame the wolf.

"Mom, what about, uhm… during my fight with Percy, he somehow did something that made me unable to use my time-freezing and teleporting skills. Does that have something to do with spells as well?" "Negation, that's what he did." "Negation?" "It's the ability to mute the power of another person with a specific time limit." "Wow…" I looked away, sinking my amusement into my mind. "Wow, just wow! Witches and wizards are truly powerful, aren't they? Wow." Werewolves are strong but their abilities and skills are very different to witches. Perhaps, they could make a good team. In a game, a fighter and a mage, just wow.

She mumbled with her head down. "Good. Here goes the assignment, you learn the spells provided in the scrolls and grow powerful enough to serve as my backup, to enhance the ability of the members of the pack against a rival pack we'll be attacking soon, and lastly, to manipulate the rules of the supernatural to our advantage. Details will slide in as time goes" Kimberly raised her brows. Something was fishy. A werewolf knowing so much about witches' stuff and providing her with scrolls that contain jaw-dropping spells.

Wilhelma replied with a droll smile. Meguitte tried not to look as eager as she felt as the approaching wolves neared the center of the spell circle. She saw Connery sneak her a small smirk from the corner of his eye. “And now,” she sculpted the rune into the air and saw the spell circle flash. Screams rent the air and suddenly there where twelve naked werewolves crouching on the ground, their faces pulled back into grimaces as they were forced from wolf form to human.

He turned to me with a rare vulnerability etched across his stony face. "Linda, everyone I cared for has been lost to the ravages of time and war. But this—this fight—is to ensure that no one else suffers the same losses." His voice hardened with resolve. "Let's prepare; your vision is a sign we cannot ignore." We moved quickly then, the urgency of my vision propelling us forward. Every second counted—a fact Marcellus knew all too well. He began to chant in an ancient tongue, fingers drawing intricate symbols in the air, weaving a spell that would take us to where we were most needed. To my astonishment, not only was Marcellus a werewolf and seer, but he was also a warlock, similar to my own

“Magic is not the way the fairy tales put it to be. Magic is a give and take situation. U can’t draw magic out of thin air. You need to get energy from somewhere and since there are no things in the human world with the type of energy source I need, I’ll have to draw energy from my body so if I try to cast a spell that I’m not physically strong enough to handle. I’ll die. Werewolf immortality doesn’t help in any way when dealing with magic. Why can’t you talk to the dead yourself? You’re a god after all.” “Let me clear the air a little bit.” Claud said. “I’m not a god. Just a werewolf like you.” “But that’s not possible. No werewolf has ever been able to beat me. Forest or mountain. Lycidas

Aunt Odessa said. “How did you know about this?” “As I said, we have a great alliance with the werewolves. We might not see this place, but they can because the full moon makes werewolves powerful. Their great sense of hearing, smell, and sight helped us find this place. It turns out, when werewolves aren’t in their human form and they don’t use the same naked eyes, they break the boundary of the spell. And that’s the loophole the warlocks aren’t familiar about.”

How could anyone keep stealing for fun without thinking of the consequences? He ripped one photograph off the board and tore it into little pieces. The anger made his arms start to grow bigger and clawy but he steeled himself and willed his anger back inside where it needed to stay for now. If he were to let the beast out, it would go straight to Gina and Liana, then tear both of them apart. It had taken all his willpower not to destroy them on that night. Killing them would mean less suffering for them but he needed them to suffer more than he had.