Wishing Spells Novels & Stories

I asked them once they all managed to sit down again. Oro's hands shook as he took a book from the table in front of him and opened it. He coughed and arranged his collar a little bit. A nervous tic. "Emm. My King and Queen" he started "since we realised about the prophecy many years ago. We have actually had several special wolves who dedicated their lives to the cause, investigating any shift in the balance of the realms. And that way would be able to inform us of any change in case the prophecy came near. We do not know if we have an enemy yet, we do not even know if there is an enemy.

Aloha's innate fearfulness lingered, though her recent experiences in the southern pack had begun to instill a newfound boldness within her. Upon reaching the center, their destination, Aloha and Ximena meticulously arranged the required items and set the stage according to the instructions in the spell books. The time had come to summon the magic, to bring forth a change that would liberate those they held dear—Ragnar, James, Jessica, Marcus, and Grandma Maria. It was a wish imprinted on Aloha's heart, a fervent hope that their intentions would infuse the spell with the power it needed.

Nothing could ever compare to this. “Anyone ever tell you that you taste like cherries, Red?” Bo’s words are heavy as he breathes against my skin, sending a shiver through my body straight into my core. The ache between my legs is too much. How do people not live like this? Wrapped in each other’s embrace twenty four seven. I never want to feel anything beside the pure unadulterated bliss that is coursing through my body right now.

Some of them can actually be used to protect myself, or fight, if I need to. Ever since I started practicing with spells, the magic in me seems to be growing stronger unpredictable. I still haven’t come to terms with being a wolfless werewolf and a witch. But I try to push the thoughts away and focus more on my practice. Today, I’m ready for something bigger. I raise my hand and speak the words from the spell, “Pa vanos.” The air around me shivers, and the window in front of me suddenly shatters, disappearing into nothingness.

I asked the question which was on my mind. “Unlike you, I'm not a witch from a pure bloodline. So I have to say spells. Only a witch like you from the pureblood lineage can do magic without saying spells. All you have to say is wish or inwardly say what you want to do and channel your powers. Then boom! It’s done,” She answered. I understood what she meant because back when I wanted to detoxify Zander, I didn't say any spells, I just set my mind that I wanted to detoxify him, and then it happened.

It had been a rough fight, and she let her emotions take over, but she knew too that it was destiny, and there was almost nothing she could do about it. “You must know the dead werewolves and witches have mixed with the living,” she said. “I need you to start the spell again, and this time we will try to get it right.” “Your wish is our command,” a witch said to Halle. Then she tossed the globe to Hazel.

They looked surprised when they noticed the scene before them. Without hesitation, they raised their hands and started to cast spells. In that moment, a deep well of power within me stirred. Without fully understanding how or why, I raised my hands and focused on the swirling energies around me. A surge of energy coursed through me. And then, with a sudden burst of intensity, I cast an air spell towards the group of witches. The force of the spell hit them like a hurricane, knocking them off their feet and sending them crashing to the ground. I watched in surprise as they struggled to regain their footing.

“What kind of spell?” “I want to see who was here. It’s a divining spell. I have to be very specific about what I want and then it will show me. In this case, I’m going to ask it to show me who was here. It’s a bit more complicated than that, but that’s the gist.” She says, moving to the center of the room.

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"Terms have been updated, Bee. Nothing in this world comes for free, even the help you think is free. So, I won't be a hypocrite, I'll come right out and tell you." She sighed. "What do you want then?" Damien held his hand up and slowly, his fingers curled, leaving behind only three fingers. "3 wishes," he said, gazing at her. "Grant me three wishes." It sounded like such an easy demand. But that was the thing about wishes, they sounded easy at first, but turned out to be much harder than you think. Especially when the wisher is someone unpredictable like Damien. Yet, even though Bellatrix knew this, she didn't shy away from it.