Which Spell Causes Objects To Swell In Size Novels & Stories

“An illusion spell, Alaric, when I woke up and saw my stomach I freaked out. I knew others would too so I used an illusion spell; it makes it look like my stomach is growing at a normal pace.” Standing, she closes her eyes, slowly lifting the spell and hearing his gasp as soon as the spell is complete. “How? Willow, how?” She opens her eyes and glances down. She’d even used the spell on herself, and her eyes widen seeing how big she is now.

The vampire paused to let that sink in, and I asked, "How would using that spell tell people that someone like you is here?" "Good question," the vampire grumbled. "Magic of all kinds leaves a signature that lasts a variant amount of times. Small spells? A few days. Large ones? Several weeks. Not only that but the amount of power in a spell can be detected by those who are good at measuring it. Think of it like ocean waves. Small ones go unnoticed. Large ones, though, from a particular source? Very much noticeable. What I just did was send out a tsunami."

“See, how his blood is black with toxin. But don’t worry, cure of this spell is pretty simple.” A vial of some orange liquid was poured into the drip, she explained the puzzled audience in detail. “This particular sorcery is often used to intensify or accelerate the process such as freezing or melting. The executer was smart enough to use this for enhancing the outcome of the poison: mixture of toxic mercury, wolfs-bane and silver.” Then she placed three more vials on the table and instructed to use them carefully. After this quick healing session, that witch was about to leave when Elijah wrapped his arm around her petite waist.

Yes, I wrote it because my memory was terrible, but at least I was conscious of my weakness and trying to counter it. And who could remember fifty different spells all at once? I could not even remember the different strains of bacteria while studying. The spells were not too big though and had mostly three or four words in Latin. I chanted the spell which gave me the control over matter in any kind of state—solid, liquid or gas. I saw the liquid on the floor slowly pool at one place and form like a puddle in the center. Sighing, I walked over to where Candice stood and dragged her over to where the pool was.

As soon as I finished casting the spell, I felt the power flew from within my chest to my arms, then transmitted to the viglet I held. In the next eye blink, a wisp of wind formed at the tip of this black-colored stick. Formed a dense ball of wind as small as the palm of my hand. I focused and concentrated again quickly. The wind ball expanded several times rapidly. In one fell swoop, the magical flow I emitted instantly struck the giant insect in front of me. The Esze effect produced by this viglet was so strong. The spider monster was bounced a few meters back, the grass around it was ripped apart.

"This is iron fillings, mostly from Morgan Silver. It can weaken us too and make us easy to capture. An average of it can keep a changeling weak for weeks, unable to get up from bed. Werewolves are more susceptible to this. A lot of it can kill a werewolf changeling." He instructed before dropping it and picking up the last bottle. "These are called Russian giant garlic. This one is not dangerous to us, but our animal forms hate it. The smell of it can force our animal form to retreat and when that happens, the male comes forward. That means it can practically force a shift when the animal is in charge."

"Oh, this?" She held up the glass jar. "You've got some wonderful fungi growing on a few of these pine trees. Its scientific name is Croartia Quercuum. Most people call it Fusiform Rust. In Wiccan circles, it goes by Heart Skin. Deadly to the trees but incredibly useful for attack potions. Poison, essentially. If you administer it to someone and perform the right spells over the mixture, their hearts will literally burst right inside their chests. Like pop, you know?"

“Could you translate the spell books?” Immi nodded. “It seemed as though she was searching for a cloaking spell that was effective on a larger group of people. Typically, a standard cloaking spell can work on a couple of people at once but you have to be with them to cast it. The witch was trying to cloak dozens of people at once, binding them all to the same spell without having to be in their presence. Frankly, if she pulled it off on her own, I’m impressed. It would have required a great deal of strength.”

I whispered, almost to myself. The healer’s eyes softened as she met my gaze, her expression one of both pity and professionalism. “Wolfsbane can mimic the symptoms of pregnancy. It affects the body in a way that makes it seem as though a child is growing inside you, but in reality, it is a dark magic, a spell that messes with your body’s natural rhythms.”