Wishing Spells Novels & Stories

I mumbled. “What's a kissing spell?” he sounded curious. “Oh, that?” I laughed faintly, “Just a family curse… In short, I kissed you. Now, if you don't kiss me back before my 30th birthday, I will die… or I can give up on my magic…” I chuckled and looked at him. He became serious. He moved closer to me. “Is that all? All I have to do is kiss you?” he slowly leaned over me. “N-no…” I gulped seeing his face inches away from mine, “You… would have to feel something towards me… The kiss should carry equally intense emotions… as the ones I felt when I gave you mine…”

Deloris couldn’t help the grin that brightened her face or hide the pride in her voice when she responded to Ryan; ‘Damn, I love the way you think.’ She chuckled. ‘You don’t need a spell, honey. Your powers are above that of a warlock. Just will it.’ ‘Just will it.’ Ryan repeated. ‘Okay…here goes…’ And he willed his wish with all his might.

the queen was fast to say. The witches looked at each other. They all had their reservations, but could say nothing to her. The Neptune spell was something that, when done, needed no other spell's interference. It was a focus spell with very specific rules, but Marla was ready to break those rules to achieve her goals.

The witch asked her and didn't wait for her answer. "It's love." The witch added. "You can never cut anyone's connection when fate really wants them to be together again. You can't disagree with fate. You will never be successful." The witch added as she tried to sound like she's teaching Dana a lesson. "There is no potion, spell, or a curse that can break that connection that they have. The connection that he doesn't have towards you. Always put in mind that you will never make them apart forever so if I were you, I will spend all of my days with him meaningful because you don't know when fate will play with you." The witch said those words before disappearing from Dana's sight.

the leprechaun glared at him and Elias moved to lunge at him. "Wait do I have to make all three wishes now?" I asked and he shook his head. If I thought about it clearly and applied the wish to situations I could fix. It could work. I could use the wishes to protect Creed. "No, whenever you want to just call out my name and say your wish and it will come true." "Fine deal," I said sticking out my hand to shake the creatures. The creature eyed my outstretched hand strangely before placing his small hand in mine and shaking.

Rita replied. “So you don’t put some kind of… of spells? Hazel asked, lowering her voice. Her question made Rita laugh. “No my Lady, I would not do that, spells aren’t good, besides it’s not as simple as it sounds, there are always repercussions.” Rita replied calmly. “I see, so who taught you how to mix the herbs for tea, that made it this sweet?” Hazel asked, as her eyes narrowed. “My grandmother used to make us some tea every morning, she said it helps prepare for whatever the day might bring, she called it, “Good Luck Charm.” Rita said, while smiling.

“She was wearing one of the charmed necklaces you bought her.” “So, why didn’t it work?” she wails. “It had cost a bloody fortune to acquire that set. I spoke to Cary and had them all linked to the house on the island. The charm— it’s a teleportation spell. Whenever Willow is in danger, at the slightest hint of it, she’s supposed to be teleported straight to the island. No questions asked.” Oh. So that’s what it was. So, why didn’t it work? The guard I’ve got supervising the witch network appears in front of me. By the look on his face, I’m sure he’s got something for me.

“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.”

If he reached the expert level, he had the power as strong as any prodigy with a Divine Constitution. After Severin finished reading, he quickly stored the jade plague in his spatial ring. As the name suggested, the Wicked Spell was an evil spell. It was easy to learn and it also taught the practitioner many ways to escape in the case of an emergency or life-threatening situation and also many evil tricks and spells. Truth be told, the more Severin learned about the spell, the more eager and tempted he felt to practice it. Yet, he suppressed the desire with his strong mind.

When he finally pulled it out, the talisman had been soaked, and the symbols on it were now blurred. Keegan frowned and looked visibly troubled. "This thing is now wet. Can it still work?" Marshall's finger curled slightly, as he stared at the talisman briefly. He then slowly looked up and offered a faint smile. "We can only make a wish at the wishing well once a year. Overdoing it diminishes its power. Stella wished for your safe return, and it worked. As for me, I got her this talisman. We've exhausted our wishes for the year."