Witch Words Spells Novels & Stories

Standing up from the ground, Sia walked up to Diana, and placed her index finger on the crown of Diana's head, directly above Diana's nose bridge. Sia muttered a short spell and Diana gasped at the feeling it left on her head. It felt like a memory popping up in her head; a memory that wasn't hers, a memory she could not recall experiencing. A memory that looked like it was written in a different language that should not even exist Diana blinked twice. "I have no idea what I am hearing and seeing. Wait, is this in even English?" Sia laughed. "All spells are written in ancient witch language. You would not understand if you did not study it."

“Can it bring me home?” “I’m not sure dear. It brought you here, but you’ll need to speak to a wizard.” “Wizards are a thing? I thought it was a witch’s amulet?” Corvu provides his answer with distaste, “Witches have been hunted almost to extinction. There aren’t any left, at least not ones anyone is aware of.” My head spun. For maybe the hundredth time today I feel my heart race. I try to breathe but my throat feels like ice. A voice echoes in my ears. “Hey? Girl?” My vision comes back into focus. Corvu is standing in front of my face holding my shoulders. Clearly, whatever this place is, personal space is not a common courtesy.

It’s exactly how he’d grabbed me in the woods. Holding me by my jaw. *** “What have you to say for yourself?” Mayor Marx asked him. “She’s possessed clearly.” Mathis drawled. “Look at her. She’s sweating, her pupils are dilated, she’s clearly been bespelled.” Me? Possessed! “Bespelled?” The mayor reared back. “That’s why she’s talking nonsense. A witch has cursed her. Willed her tongue to be their voice.” “Who would do such a thing!” The Mayor was now looking at me as though I were a sullied creature.

The charm is often referred to as the Obliviate spell, which is a powerful and complex magical incantation that can alter a person's memory. The spell in the world of witchcraft and wizardry and is known for its powerful memory-altering effects. To perform the Obliviate spell, a witch or wizard must have a thorough understanding of human memory and how it works. The spell requires a significant amount of magical power and concentration, as well as precise control over the wand movements and incantation. The caster must be able to visualize the specific memory they wish to remove from the target's mind and then focus their magical energy on that memory.

I walked into hell by myself, knowing there was no other way but to keep moving. "Spells. We have been at this topic for a month and I would be happy if we concluded it this week. What other name is a spell called in ancient Egypt"? Mr. Gregory was astonished by the character the students portrayed while in class. Some were sleeping while others were busy pressing their phones. I could have sworn that I saw my classmates kissing. I knew the answer to the question for sure but that didn't mean I was going to answer the question, just the same way I never answered any questions Mr. Gregory asked.

I then say the words needed to ensure the magic comes to life. “Gada prati vadha. Sarve.” Sickness to death. Everyone. “What fuckin’ language is that?” Grizz huffs from his spot back in the chair. I suppress my growl, annoyed that he’s interrupting me. “Sanskrit,” I grumble. “Aren’t spells usually done in Latin or somethin’?”

Only a sect with incredible heritage could possess such advanced spell compression techniques. Usually, even shortened spells contained hints of the original incantation if you listened carefully. Hence, when Chase used his technique a second time, Paul paid close attention, hoping to figure out the complete spell. Yet Chase really had said just one word, and somehow that single syllable unleashed devastating magic! This made no sense at all. How could one word do so much? Paul stood frozen in shock as countless tiny Silly Huskies swarmed toward him. Within seconds, the black and white wave completely overwhelmed him.

“Yeah, Selene really made us the perfect predators, didn’t she?” “Well, hopefully it helps us. Phoenix and I are supposed to meet before we head to the Seelie Court. Right now, the witches from the three covens are making all kinds of amulets and potions for us. Did you know they can embed part of a spell into a piece of jewelry and unleash it with a specific phrase?” “So magic words are real?” I ask, turning to him with a pepper in one hand and my knife in the other. That finally brings the humor back into his eyes. He chuckles. “Apparently.”

Before I could finish the thought, he nibbled my earlobe and said in a husky voice, "Digging and digging in the little garden…" At first, I was confused, wondering why he was speaking so quickly and suggestively. Then, my eyes widened in a flash of realization. "Quinn Green!" He quickly covered my mouth. "Shh, keep your voice down—my parents are asleep." My heart pounded wildly, and the mood shifted from intimacy to astonished delight. I looked at him in disbelief. "Are you… Did you also—" He nodded. "Yes, I was reborn too." It all made sense now!

Merilyn whispered, the words like a curse in the air. Aekeira struggled to even pronounce the words. "W-what does that mean?" "The words translate to 'The giver and the taker.'” Merilyn's voice was barely above a whisper. “Hav'zie de Baah is a potent and dark spell. Its incantations are known only to a few. It is one of the forbidden magic of our people, deemed too dangerous to be practiced. Some have dedicated centuries to studying the book of spells, yet cannot master a single spell. But on that dreadful night, Vladya, consumed by desperation, uttered the incantations."