Werewolf Spells Novels & Stories

'Caroline, this is nothing compared to yesterday" she replied, grinning slightly. He took his place on another stool and waved his hand casually, and instantly I was able to pull myself off the bench again. "What did you just do? How did you do it?" What he's been doing so far looks like magic, but it can't be real magic, can it? "Just like a werewolf, Leykan's power is also affected by the moon. Have you ever heard of the moon's gravity?" he asked me.

Symbols were drawn onto the grass, in the circle formed by the candles,using melted black wax. “What is this?” I asked in surprise. “We need to do something here, Evelina. I had a chance to talk to Healer Witch Aria before she left. She informed me that a spell had to be performed. A spell that’s performed when a witch who isn’t a hybrid is mated to a werewolf. It helps strengthen our bond, as well as your powers,” Gabe informed me pulling me towards the candles where a book also lay open. “A spell?” I echoed.

He heightened his hears as he saw two wizards talking about Sara and Alexander’s mating. “It’s enough that we have hybrids of werecats and wizards, now we have to deal with werewolves too? How will we deal and manage the enmity between the two rival clans?” “That’s why I have summoned you here Gerard” said the bigger wizard. “I’m making a spell that will remove the marking from the she wolf’s neck but it’s a dual wizards’ spell. I can’t do it alone” said Lucien the other wizard. “Don’t tell me you’re making the spell of the undoing. It’s a very potent form of dark magic that will require the blood of a virgin and inexperienced wizard. I never read it in any of the grimoires that it’s a dual

In fact, he was more of the silent and mysterious type. He was more of a fierce warrior and protector. “Damn it,” I muttered as a hot shudder wracked through me. Elvira’s spell had activated again and now everywhere was swirling with a sapphire mist. The Sapphire smoke or mist were primal werewolf energy transformed by a witch’s spell into hardcore sexual energy. It was an aphrodisiac magical spell and it was a powerful one at that.

’ Some of the wolves growled as they charged at the rogues. For the werewolves present, it was a beautiful show of superior strength. Although the rogues fought with brute strength thanks to Mary’s spell boost, they were no match for the pack’s trained warriors and assassins. The pack wolves fought with skill and finesse, making their alpha and all gathered proud. When one rogue charged towards where Deloris, Ryan, and the high priest stood, the high priestess quickly pointed her wand at it, instantly turning the angry wolf into a cockroach. “Seriously?” Deloris couldn’t stifle her laughter.

I bellowed in my Alpha voice. “I thought you would succumb, but guess what? I am not surrendering either.” At that, he shifted back into its human form and stretched out a hand towards my wolf. I saw a red lightning ball forming on his palm. It’s like a crackling sphere of raw power, pulsating with an ominous intensity. It danced and swirled around on his palm, creating an aura of both danger and awe. My eyes widened in my wolf's head as I tried to figure out what he was doing. Is that a kind of spell he is using? Do werewolves use spells?

After all, the land beyond the great borders of the Crescent Pack was filled with terrors of curses and attack spells lying dormant, relics of the war of the werewolves and the witches from long ago. Some curses could blind anyone or could put anyone to eternal sleep while some spells could turn even an alpha into a toad. But the higher the rank of the werewolf, the heightened the senses were, so they could sense a wild curse or a stale spell from a mile away unlike the omegas and sometimes the epsilon-ranked werewolves. Because of this, merchants and travelers always traveled with a werewolf who got a rank higher than an epsilon like the gammas and deltas. But for her, the spells and curses

Her pendant—two wolfsbane branches circling opposed helms—snapped and skittered across the gravel, spinning to a stop in a coppery smear. They dragged. She changed. The growl rose first—wet, subterranean—before the body followed. Bones unzipped and reset; sinew braided and surged; fur erupted through skin. In a breath, where Sara had been, a towering brown werewolf stood, eyes molten gold. Her left arm tore free. The blond didn’t even scream as her claws opened him face to gut, a red curtain dropping in one stroke. “The—fuck—RUN!” the big one choked. Three bolted, boots collapsing into slapstick panic. She didn’t chase.

"What?!" Erebus exclaimed. It was lucky they have moved the planning to the roof top where there was no other around. "Calm down," Kitty reached out to his hand and took it in hers, "Hear me out please." Erebus pursed his lips in silence. "This is why I have been hesitating, and thinking if there is any better option." Kitty said, "There are now three spells, LARGE spells, put on the werewolves." "Mind control, soul link and... superpower?" Erebus was not quite sure about the last one, "The werewolves doesn't have eternal life."

“But I hope whoever she’s using this for understands the cost.” “What kind of consequences?” I ask. “This spell is costly for werewolves. Unlike the limited protection spell Andrew used on Zach, this one has no limit. It continues working—until it starts draining the wolf’s very essence.” I blink. “Draining how?” “Their speed. Sight. Smell. Healing. Even the ability to mind link... and eventually, the ability to shift.” I stare at him, stunned. Why would anyone ever cast something so self-destructive? What would possibly be worth that cost?