Novel & Cerita Witches Poems Spells

"It took me a long time to even start spelling the spells properly to start using them and then I began making all kinds of mistakes." "Really?" Now that had me interested. "Tell me about your witchy days." Her laugh echoed through the empty room. "Well, all my spells are actually Latin words with the literal meanings. Like if I want to set something on fire, I say 'Incensa'!" She held up her hand and a small ball of fire bloomed in her palm, which she then quashed with her hand. "It literally translates to 'set fire'." "So then…what if there are similar spells for Fae as well!" A light bulb suddenly went up in my head. "What if we had been doing this whole thing wrong and I need to read out

“It took me a long time to even start spelling the spells properly to start using them and then I began making all kinds of mistakes.” “Really?” Now that had me interested. “Tell me about your witchy days.” Her laugh echoed through the empty room. “Well, all my spells are actually Latin words with the literal meanings. Like if I want to set something on fire, I say ‘Incensa’!” She held up her hand and a small ball of fire bloomed in her palm, which she then quashed with her hand. “It literally translates to ‘set fire’.” “So then…what if there are similar spells for Fae as well!” A light bulb suddenly went up in my head. “What if we had been doing this whole thing wrong and I need to read out

I’ll keep looking. I glance at another book. The cover reads Spells and Hexes. I run my fingers along with the words and read out loud. ‘Casting spells or cursing ill-fortune on another comes with the cost of one’s own curse. Only spells that mean well will have no negative effect on the caster. Please proceed with caution.’ ‘What does that mean?’ Pipsqueak asks. I shrug my shoulders and continue to read the book. ’Spells and hexes can be cast through many sources. Witches are the most popular known to cast spells and hexes. Spells cast in a group with their coven are longer lasting and harder to break. Arcane Mages work the same way as witches.

“She is in there, * Fredja tells me. “Remember, you can't give in to her taunts, you must be the one in control, got it?” “Got it,” I reply and with a deep breath, I walk in, the both of them by my side. If I thought outside was oppressive, in here was a hundred times worse. It felt like all breath had been snatched up. From where I am standing, I can see Willow, hanging from thick black cords -definitely not chains- eyes closed and veins strained in concentration and effort. “I won't bother with trying to break through,” Fredja says as she walks closer to her. “These spells were designed specifically for witches like you.”

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.

I hollered when we ran through the garden. Beautiful flowers were grown there to attract any eyes with great attraction to beauty. Red and pink roses littered the floor and formed a huge 'M' shape representing the Marshalls. A large fountain also gushed out clean water which didn't only add to the beauty but also served as a way of feeding the plants. They ranged from purple lilies, white sunny flowers, tulips, Chery blossom, bluebells, and a host of others. Their beauty seemed innocent but it would cost an expert to realize that most of the flowers were wolfsbane and were shielded by magic called the glamour spell. Glamour spells help by using beauty to shield an object and sometimes even a

their hands rattling the bars as they realize they have been fooled, the veil of illusion slowly lifting to reveal the truth. Near the cages are moon wolf children. Dirty, bruised, and hungry, rhey are shackled to one another and crying as they wake and feel the pull of the spell taking the little bit of energy they have left. Surrounding me, at the center of the spell, are the witches in blue dresses chanting with their arms and faces reaching towards the heavens. My mother is at the head of the group, leaading them through the verses of the spell.

The monstrous being possessed a primal aura that seemed to seep into the very fabric of the night, casting a chilling shadow over the gathering. Gasps and cries filled the air as fear mingled with awe. The witches, undeterred by the monstrosity before them, began to channel their magic with unwavering focus. They moved in unison, their hands weaving intricate patterns as they invoked ancient spells of protection and banishment. Their voices grew louder, the power of their chants resonating with the forces of the supernatural realm. "Obscurum dispergo! Mala absumo! Aeternum exstinguo!" they cried out, their words piercing through the night.

The moonlight filtered through the dense canopy as Elara and I worked side by side, preparing protective charms for the werewolf clan. The witches’ sanctuary was a place of ancient magic, its energy pulsating through the air. Elara's calm presence and expertise were reassuring as we chanted incantations and infused the charms with protective spells. "These charms will shield your clan from Gabriel's dark magic," Elara explained, her hands moving gracefully over a small stone amulet. "But they are only as strong as the belief of those who wear them."

Astrid’s POV: My saviour witch, Helena, stood in the center of a circle of candles, each flickering with a different colored flame. With her eyes closed, she chanted in an unfamiliar language, causing the air around her to shimmer and twist as if reality was bending under the immense power of her spell. Suddenly, a burst of energy erupted from the circle, sending a shockwave through the room. When she opened her eyes, a small object materialized in her hand, glowing with an otherworldly light. She smiled, knowing that her little ritual had been successful.