Wishing Spells Novels & Stories

She is our anchor, our strength, and our weakness rolled into one. He nodded at me and continued reading one of the files in front of him. “Uhm, Nate?” He raised his head to meet my gaze, “Hmm.” he acknowledged. “What do you know about wisps?” I asked reluctantly. He put the pen down on the table and relaxed his back on the chair. “I know that witches use them to confuse and distract enemies. But…….” he sighed. “It can also be associated with bad omen or death,” he continued.

- the words that come out of the witch's mouth seem to have an echo, reverberating around us. — With blood and fire I Thee send ...With blood and fire I Thee send ... —To the place where you belong… Where you belong... — Hoping that my future bends ... I see shooting stars fall, they descend like raging balls of fire. The world convulses, the walls of the Villa seem to close in on us, thunder, lightning and sparks rain down, the witch and my lord writhe in pain as the fire is replaced by a blinding red glow. — Se agapó mikrí mou mágissa . – I hear my lord whisper and my vision blurs.

She trembled as Eros's warm smile greeted her. “Why, Kanya? Didn't you come because you missed me?” Every step, Eros got closer to her. He sprinkled red rose petals with every step he took that fell from his hand. Kanya noticed the same thing over and over again, and soon the thing she feared would happen. “I said, don't come closer!” she shrieked in a loud voice. Eros purposely shook his head in disapproval. “Make a wish, Kanya.” Kanya's heart seemed to sink into her stomach as Eros's dreaded sentence slid from his lips.

We watch as Miss Baker turns around and walks to her desk. “So – so what are we looking for?” I question him. He has to tell me now so that I could help him look for it. “Okay so the myth we are looking for is most often called The moonlight wish” he says , already digging into shelves. “The moonlight wish?” I say to myself softly while placing my bag on the ground so I can start looking through the shelves content too. “Yeah , I will explain it to in greater detail when we find something about it – mainly it’s back story” he looks to me with a serious face. I am actually quite excited to learn about it , he is keeping me in suspense and it is stirring up my curiosity.

Jess wished she were standing closer to Caine but reluctantly took Kiaan and Damien's clammy hands when they reached out to her. "Say these words three times," Damien ordered. “Shadows lurking in the night, I summon you, come to us tonight. Give us the revenge we seek, Twist the strong and make them weak. I call on you to make this spell magick, so mote it be." After the third iteration, Jess looked about the room and noticed the others doing the same. Brows raised, Kiaan asked, "Is something supposed to happen?" "Not now," Damien assured him. "But it will. Trust me."

My father asked, making me look at Azrael again as I waited for her explanation. "A sacrifice spell is a spell performed by witches that they perform to gain something big from the outcome. It includes sacrificing the life of a living person. The powerful the person, the more is the result, thus, humans are never used for such spells. You said it was Patrick? How this can be possible, he is not even that old. And by were, I mean you were under a spell earlier. But it looks like someone took the spell upon herself for you." Azrael said, looking pained.

“Moon above and shadows deep, Bind the heart and bind the sleep. Twist the path that fate has spun, Turn the many into one. Let desire cloud the sight, Let false love replace the light. By blood offered and power claimed, Let the chosen soul be chained.” As the spell was chanted, Aurora instantly noticed Nythera subtly changing a few words within the spell as though she were secretly sabotaging it.

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!”

“So, what you and Roselia are doing in the cabin…?” “We had to take the people you tattooed with the Clover Wish,” he explained. “Roselia and I are working on draining the magic to keep the witches from targeting them.” She opened her eyes and glanced at Gildeon. “What will happen to their wishes?” “Best guess?” He brushed his fingers along his bristly chin, eyes focused on the table. “If the wish has already materialized, it’ll simply reverse.” “But they will be safe?” “Yes.” Arah stared off into space, lost in thought. She barely noticed the dull thud as the knife slid from her grasp and hit the carpet. After what felt like forever, she gave Gildeon a skeptical look.

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.