Werewolf Spells Novels & Stories

“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.

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.