Witch Book Spell Novels & Stories

she gasped, looking up at the mother witch, quite overwhelmed. Abigail looked up at her, "of course I know that and relax,” she eased, “we are not doing any spells from it, but we need it as a reference for this other spell to work, " she replied before looking back down at the small book flipping till she reached the middle of the book.

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.

Her mind is a million miles away, and I leave her to her thoughts as I get lost in my own, remembering the day on the altar when Agatha tried to force us into mating. When Willow is done nursing Adare, she hands him back to me, and I change him in front of the fireplace, glad that Willow remembered to bring the nappy bag with her. I’m still busy dressing him when my mate comes back, carrying a very heavy and very old book. “I found the spell.” Of course she did. Why did I ever doubt her? “And?” “I…it’s written in ancient Latin. Breaking this spell…” she shakes her head and goes quiet.

The book landed right in front of the beast, who grumbled but signed. The witch drew an elaborate magic circle in the air. Valerie widened her eyes in curiosity to take note of the spells that were used but several of them were unknown to her so she could only make note of it. The language of spells were strange too. “This shall be their destiny and their unchangeable truth!” As she shouted that, she lifted the book in the air and infused her aura in it casting the spell binds. End is bleak and the rise close... The crimson Rukh and the guardian of the flame...

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.

Satisfied that there are no prying eyes, I take a deep breath and open the worn pages of the book, each one filled with secrets and possibilities beyond imagining. My fingers trace the faded ink, the words pulsing with ancient power as I search for the spell that calls to me. And then, there it is—a passage illuminated by the soft dappled light filtering through the canopy above. A spell of growth and renewal, of harnessing the very essence of nature itself.

Only then, beneath the gloom, Shall your true power bloom “Speak these words aloud on the night of your twenty-first birthday. Open your heart and trust what you cannot yet see.” I glance down at the parchment, then back up. “But I’m not a witch. I don’t do spells or magic. How will this work? What if it fails?” She shakes her head slowly. “Doubt is a shadow that follows all who stand at the edge of change. The spell will only last for your twenty-first birthday when the moon is fullest.”

Wendy said. “Damian, bring the spell book and search for the most potent boiling spell” she said and Damian moved quickly. “William, you are the lead caster of this spell because you are the portion witch and I will want you to be a great one” Wendy said as she continued grinding the mistletoe into a fine powder. “I got something” Damian said bringing the book back to the table. “Walk me through the spell” William said to Damian who paused to look at Wendy for her approval and she gave him a nod which he took as a yes.

’ she asks me curiously. ‘No, but maybe one day we might? Who knows what our future has in store for us,’ I smile, open the book of spells, and read over a few. Revito Sprouto means to grow. Dimulous, a spell to darken the light. Illumini, to create a bright light, Interesting. I flip through more pages to read more spells and chants. The back of the book has potion recipes. Suddenly, Kayla startles me as she stands very close, staring intently at my hair. She’s a bit odd, how she was reading my hand like a book and now staring at my white hair in thought.

Merlin held his hand out so that Arianna could grab it and siphon some of his magic to help with the spell. "Repeat after me - Phasmatos Siprum, Emnis Abortum, Fasila Quisa Exilum San." Both the witches, Arianna And Zachary Merlin continued to chant the incantation. Simultaneously, " Phasmatos Siprum, Emnis Abortum, Fasila Quisa Exilum San. Phasmatos Siprum, Emnis Abortum, Fasila Quisa Exilum San. Phasmatos Siprum, Emnis Abortum, Fasila Quisa Exilum San."