Wishing Spell Chris Colfer Novels & Stories

Dana didn't know what to react so she just smiled awkwardly but didn't made it obvious. "Eherm.. Your Majesty." A guard of him coughed, stopping him from staring at the woman. "Oh. Yes. I almost lost my concentration. Also, I forgot why I was here." The man said and chuckled. "About the wishing star named Cosmos, Your Majesty." The guard answered him that made him snap his finger. "Oh. Yes. Right." He said as he straighten his clothing. "I believe he's under your advisory, Deity Dana. I had known a report that he did so many things that disobeys the rules of how a wishing star should be, are those all true?" He asked that made the woman named Dana bow her head out of fright.

He was surprised about the kind gesture of them, but still happy about it. "Let's try it, then." The Chief nodded and moved to the fields of acid potatoes with the minions in tow, after reaching it, he extended his hands and prepared to cast the spell. "Well, i guess i have to be creative about the chant." As David's army didn't chant to release the spells they use, the Chief had to create one on the spot using the principles that they involved in their spellcasting. Two minutes later, the Chief softly sighed. "Will of the abyss, bend the nature's will to your servant's favor and grant us the gift of life. Voice of the forest!"

We did not fear the cold. I thought, “But Alex, I had traded all my power to make the second wish for your family.” I was as fragile as any human. My fingers were sheathed in frost. The world in front of me was blurring. When I looked up, I saw dark clouds gathering quietly in the sky. It was coming. “Ten… nine… eight… seven…” As soon as I finished the countdown, I burst into manic laughter. “Alex, I curse you! You will suffer miserably for the rest of your short life!”

“Please, don’t do this. It’s not worth it. Don’t pay the price.” Tears instantly blur my vision, blurring the terrible words on the page. I can barely speak. Isla screams in my mind, a chaotic, loud roar. "Don’t listen to the projections! Focus! Finish the spell!" I choke back a raw sob and force the final, burning words out, my voice shaking with grief and effort. The last line of the spell burns my tongue, bitter as the taste of blood. "...by shadow’s grace and light’s disdain, Return what’s lost, undo the chain.”

"I can only see it and make a calculated guess. Soul wounds are rare. They are powerful. But there are many reasons why one could have a wound on their soul, and I do not know yours." The disappointment hit harder than I expected. I'd been hoping for answers. Real answers. Not more questions. "Okay." I managed to keep my voice steady. "Thank you." I turned to leave, then stopped. "Can I borrow a book? For the holidays?" Cornelius flew in a small circle, clearly pleased by the change in topic. "Yes." "I want the strongest books Nocturne has on spell casting. And anything remotely about spellweavers." The gargoyle took off, wings beating the air as he zipped through the stacks. I watched him d

I couldn't help but wonder what had gone wrong, how our once unbreakable bond had shattered so suddenly. The room seemed to echo with my silent questions, the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the walls. I tried to focus on the spell before me, pouring my energy and emotions into its creation. It was a way to channel my pain, to transform it into something tangible and powerful. With each incantation and gesture, I hoped to find solace, to mend the broken pieces of my heart. The spell became a metaphor for my healing.

"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.

Frankly, after the dark spell she had cast during her last mission; Chiri had not anticipated ever setting her sights on him again and was not keen on doing so now. The spell in question being one she had come across in a hidden compartment of Xavier Crouse’s private library. It had been curiosity and rebelliousness, which had led her to commit the obviously forbidden destruction spell to memory. Already a powerful renounced witch, Chiri had never intended to use it. Until it became the last resort of a seemingly futile situation, when it whispered to her like a foul demon to employ it.