Wicca Spells Novels & Stories

I told Cassandra, "Don't unlink your hand from mine before the spell is done. If you do, you'd die." She nodded, looking somewhat excited. "Before I proceed, Cassandra. Are you sure about this? You can still back out." "Stop asking questions Lucian. Are you going to do this or not. The moon won't stay full forever." I took deep breath and started my chants in old wolves language. "Rheva Reine, na’khai sahrin, "Veshtar nivral, "Nivral’kesh, mor’kan veshtar, rheva solvar,

I had no other choice, I had hoped that it wouldn’t come to this. The wolves couldn’t enter the circle and they were hurting themselves trying to get in. I focused all my strength, all my power into one final spell. “Brenna bikkja.” I screamed with everything in me as the blue flames erupted from my hands and enveloped me with such a fury that Sabine started burning both on the inside and the outside. She screamed with such ferocity that the two other witches stepped out of the circle as they tried to get away from the flames.

She stated grimly. The witches chose that moment to arrive, their collective power held around them like a forcefield. The elder mage extended his bony hand, pointing it at Shadow, and incanted, "mynda tengsl í kringum hjarta sitt, þegar Hann sefur reiði hverfur." (form a bond around his heart, when he sleeps, anger departs.) To Lucian's surprise, Maeve stepped up to the place on the mage's right, incanting the spell again, and then the rest of the coven recited it for the third and final time.

Then Natalie's voice rose as she chanted the spell aloud: "By blood betrayed, by fire fed, Let enemies fall, their magic dead. From breath to ash, from heart to bone, Let all who've wronged be left alone. Spirits of shadow, heed my cry, Let Bruce and witches now all die. Their power fade, their voices cease, Send their souls to final peace. No shield, no charm, no prayer defend, Bring their cursed lives to end. Where they walk, let ground reject, Where they breathe, let sky forget. Bind this spell with pain and flame, And crush them all by Natalie's name!" As the final words left her lips, the red candles flared-shooting flames upward for a second before dimming to small, steady glows again.

one of the witches asks. “Look over there,” another says, pointing to a group of six witches in the centre of the circle. They are having sex, deep in the throes of passion, and from what I can tell they’re close to the end. When they release their sexual energy, the spell will be complete. “I suggest you start with them, Lady Willow. Whatever this spell is…it’s pure annihilation.”

Merlin held his hand out so that Arianna could grab it and siphon some of his magic to help with the spell. "Repeat after me - Phasmatos Siprum, Emnis Abortum, Fasila Quisa Exilum San." Both the witches, Arianna And Zachary Merlin continued to chant the incantation. Simultaneously, " Phasmatos Siprum, Emnis Abortum, Fasila Quisa Exilum San. Phasmatos Siprum, Emnis Abortum, Fasila Quisa Exilum San. Phasmatos Siprum, Emnis Abortum, Fasila Quisa Exilum San."

That led to the diversity of witches. Reading further through it, I discovered some simple spells to try. Qorie Deter - Moving objects with your mind. Note: it requires a high level of concentration and enough mana reserve. Luper Prist - A simple water spell. Requires not much concentration and is one of the basic spells to learn. Kazum Aesta - Hypnosis. Note: It requires an extreme level of concentration, practice and a high mana reserve. Duperia Santum - Duplication/Copying spell. A fairly simple spell. Requires some level of concentration and mana.

"But we need to be careful. These spells require meticulous precision." They move into Demika’s ritual space in her room, candles lit round a circle and all manner of ancient Wiccan ritual calligraphy drawn around the circle—the air thick with the scent of herbs and incense. Demika begins the binding spell, her hands weaving intricate patterns in the air, chanting softly under her breath. A dark mist begins to swirl around Selena, enveloping her in its protective embrace.

Gecko releases me and stands beside Corvu. “Oh come on.” Jade groans, “Don’t tell me you hired these clowns to prank me. Am I on a show of some kind? Is that what this is? Are these things even real-” As she pulls on Gecko’s ear he yelps and she lets go almost immediately. Now she was stunned into silence. “How are you both here?” I ask. This time, Corvu responds, “Well, it took awhile for the word about Witches to circulate, then we had to go find one that was strong enough to send us here.”

The air shimmered as she began the incantation, words infused with ancient power that resonated through the very fabric of the supernatural realm. "Elvie, daughter of the moon, ensnared by unseen forces, let the veils that bind you be lifted. Return to the essence that defines you," Morgana intoned, her voice carrying the weight of centuries of magical knowledge. The incantation wove a tapestry of arcane symbols in the air, unseen threads that sought to unravel the mystical bindings ensnaring Elvie. The room, bathed in an ethereal glow, bore witness to the delicate dance between magic and fate.