Witch Casting A Spell Novels & Stories

he taunted. The wolves began to laugh again. For me, nothing was funny. Their laughter only made the hate I had for Derek to increase. To express my frustration, I decided to teach him a little lesson. While still caught in his laughter, I closed my eyes and began to make a spell, which will see him disgraced: “Let fly! Let it fly! Fly out of nowhere, the spirited liquid, out of abundance. On his face I command thee splash.” Unknown to them while I make my spell, the water in the cups placed on their table had assembled into one mass of greater volume. Their excessive laughter denied them from witnessing the transformation that had taken place.

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.

Breaking one takes time and great effort. I felt my chest tighten. “Tell me more. How can I fix it?” She sat across from me. “The spell requires a specific magic crystal to function. The crystal holds the power and it redirects the bond to another person. You must search for it." But breaking the spell is not within my power," she continued, "Only a stronger witch could manage that. It can only be broken by the witch who created the spell or someone with deep knowledge of dark magic and breaking one takes time”. She said,

I spat on his overcoat. “Do you see!” Mathis turned and gestured to the spittle seeping down his shirt. “She’s still possessed by the witch. She told me this one commands her.” He turned on Udora. “What?” Udora blinked in horror. “But I’m not a witch! I don’t command Saria. If anything, she tells me about!” "It’s true!" I cried. Trying to defend her. Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall.

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."

Convinced her figure was superior to mine, she moved closer with a seductive smile, her gaze brimming with allure. In her mind, all men could be won over with enough charm and attention. This was how she had lured Henry away in our past lives, flaunting herself shamelessly under my nose. Surely this dull professor would be no different. However, she underestimated Quinn's pride and sense of morality as a man. His face darkened, and he bolted out of the room without another word. He raced down the stairs, and ran straight into the street. There, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Whose old sow got loose and ended up in my house? Come and claim her now!"

Elegantly dressed in deep blue robes, he steps around the desk. “How can I help?” He questions. His voice was deep and soothing, and his greying hair was slicked back into a low ponytail, kept there by a rope. “The King wishes for you to activate the witch’s amulet and send this girl to her own world with it to be destroyed there.” The Wizard’s expression becomes alerted to the words and steps closer to me. This was the first time someone had approached me where I felt no fear, I just didn’t know why.

My voice cut through the hum of the mana-vein. The faceless student turned with a jerky mechanical motion. It didn't speak, but a low guttural vibration shook the floorboards beneath my boots. I didn't wait for it to lunge. Snapped my wrist, Winter Wand sliding into my palm. "Impulsus Vacui! Comprimo!" I roared, sending a wave of concentrated gravity toward the center of its mass. The entity shifted, body blurring like a glitch in a recording. My spell passed right through the smoke, shattering a marble bust of a former Dean behind it into a thousand white shards.

I imagined the water turning into ice cubes but the power was not being activated. I groaned and stretched my hands out again. I let out a deep breath and stared at the water this time. By the level I was in, I should not be closing my eyes to muster some spell but turning something into another form comes with lots of efforts and energy. You need to be stable minded. I muttered the spell and the water started moving, turning around. Then it started icing slowly, slowly, slowly but then something flashed in my head and the connection was disconnected. I grunted again and rested my head against the chair.

Around the hall, more pieces of equipment were neatly arranged along the edges. The girls gathered on one side of the stage, the boys on the other. Once Professor Rowan finished speaking, Miss White began explaining the process to the witches. Witches possessed magic and could cast spells, and the more powerful a witch was, the more advanced the spells she could perform. Werewolves, on the other hand, couldn’t use spells. But werewolves had special powers of their own. Some had only one ability, while others possessed more than one. It all depended on how powerful they were. I was excited to see everyone’s gifts but also a little disappointed as I wouldn’t be able to show any.