Wishing Spell Chris Colfer Novels & Stories

I whimpered softly as Chris pulled me tightly against his body. "You can get rid of him now." He whispered with a cocky smirk. I smiled back, staring into the eyes of my love as I turned and looked at Kris, who wore an identical smirk on his face. He leaned over, wrapping his hand around my neck and kissed my lips passionately before I whispered the spell, and with a small puff, he vanished. I turned back to Chris, who was smirking cockily, running his fingers down the curve of my hips. "Well, that’s something I wouldn’t mind doing again. Seeing you taking two dicks… Really fucking turned me on." He whispered in my ear, making my heart skip a beat.

So, maybe this was the witch who was helping and manipulating Chris. “You BITCH!” Chris spat, his anger boiling over as he yanked my hair. “I trusted you, even when Lilith told me you wouldn’t understand. I thought you would understand me, my mate. But your spell has rendered you stupid for that Xander. It’s time to show you how ruthless I can be.” He yanked my hair tighter and threw me onto a nearby table, which had a wine bottle on it. At that moment, my powers took over, and a strong shield protected me. The bottle shattered on the ground, scattering it into millions of pieces.

She turned to them. “ This ritual consumes a lot of energy. I need to channel someone strong. Someone that matched his strength and possesed the same traits” she said to them. “Let me do it. He is my son and i was once an alpha” said Christopher as he stepped forward. Marissa nodded her head. She drew a circle and put four candles around it then she asked Christopher to lie down inside. She closed her eyes and started chanting. The spell required a full moon to work but it was a half moon that day.

I also sensed that Caspian did not like me being near Chris. "Lazarus will you do the spell now." Caspian's father said in a kingly voice. "Yes my king." Lazarus answered while standing up and took my hand for me to stand up with him. While holding both my hands he closed his eyes and a small glow of red light appeared between us. It got bigger and bigger then went straight for my heart as Lazarus opened his eyes. I started feeling like a small part of my soul that had been trapped was being opened. I then felt an overwhelming rush of power causing me to become dizzy from being overwhelmed.

The lines etched on the wizard's forehead seemed deeper, a testament to the immense power he possessed, and the knowledge that burdened him. With a voice that resonated with both wisdom and compassion, the wizard spoke, his words laced with reassurance yet tinged with caution. "Darren, fear not. The spell that had plagued Lucy's mate bond has been broken, and she shall regain her strength in due time. But be aware, the healing process will take time, and patience will be your greatest ally."

That couldn’t be, could it? I reach up and pull his hood off his head and he closes his eyes and lowers his head. “Look at me.” I tell him as I move my hand to his cheek, and he finally opens his eyes, and his dark orbs are glassy as they look back at me. “We will figure all this out when we get back. I promise you that you will be happy whether it is with me or someone else.” Christopher closed his eyes and it looked like he was going to say something but stopped himself from saying it. I reached up and placed a gentle kiss on his lips and grabbed his hand and said, “You are needed if this spell is going to work.”

I reach up and pull his hood off his head and he closes his eyes and lowers his head. “Look at me.” I tell him as I move my hand to his cheek, and he finally opens his eyes, and his dark orbs are glassy as they look back at me. “We will figure all this out when we get back. I promise you that you will be happy whether it is with me or someone else.” Christopher closed his eyes and it looked like he was going to say something but stopped himself from saying it. I reached up and placed a gentle kiss on his lips and grabbed his hand and said, “You are needed if this spell is going to work.”

“Gabriel’s plans have gone too far. He’s lost sight of everything, blinded by power. I may be many things, but I won’t stand by and watch him destroy Silverwood Falls.” Nathanial and I exchanged a glance, both of us wary but hopeful. We needed all the help we could get. “What do you know about the spell he’s trying to complete?” I asked. Marcus led us down a series of winding passages, his voice low and urgent. “The spell Gabriel seeks to cast is ancient, one that binds the very essence of werewolves to his will. With it, he can control them completely, using their power for his own ends. But the ritual requires a significant sacrifice—Gabriel needs the blood of a chosen one to complete it.”

Sam Caflin and Chris Hemsworth have. Why does he have to be so perfect? Can’t he have at least a single flaw? Even the cut from his eyebrow makes him perfect even more. I shake his hand firmly, and I swear his pupil dilates, and I feel like I have been charged by a thousand volts that ignite my entire body to full comfort. I feel my blood rushes to my brain, and my heart beats erratically. I’m still holding my breath, and my lips dry instantly. Did he feel the same way too? He looks shocked as me, and he looks more confused. He instantly releases his hand. His smile fades, then he clears his throat once more. I feel like I’m in heat, and my pulse is throbbing.

TO PERFORM THIS SPELL, SPILL BLOOD FROM YOUR HEART ON THE GROUND AND CHANT THE ABOVE WORDS THREE TIMES WHILE LOOKING AT THE MOON. I felt a chill run down my spine after reading that and I shuddered. That’s creepy as fuck.. My heart even began to race. I don’t think I would have use for such a spell anyway. Thinking I should forget what I read, I flipped the pages and tried to read something else when Lewis came to seat next to me with a piece of chocolate cake and a hot water bottle. I felt my heart swoon…. How could he be so sweet? I don’t know how much I’m going to say that in my mind but I was just so happy. “Baby… how is it going?” He asked, placing the plate in my hands as I closed the