روايات وقصص ضمن You Might Die If I Cast My Healing Spell

She made it clear that the spell was a gift and also a burden. When she told them about the spell, she looked them both in the eyes, her voice trembling the way it never did, and she said— KAEL AND DANTE’S MOM'S WARNING: “If a member of your blood dies—you may call them back. But understand this: the spell will take something very important from either of you or even both of you. There are consequences because you are not witches so you have no magic. You may die casting a spell as powerful as this. You should never use this spell unless it's crucial...If you must ever use Sanguine sanguis servatur then prepare to pay. Nothing goes for nothing."

I was immortal, but that didn't mean I couldn't die. When using the resurrection spell and incantation, one had to be very careful. Any mistake resulted in instant death, be it immortal or not. The price of learning the dark spells back then was my family; this time, I was careful because I knew if I were to continue, another price would be needed. He moved his hand to my cheek and smiled sadly. I knew there was nothing I could do to make it better for him, yet I was ready to at least make him feel a little relieved.

"Yes, I did. Once. And I succeeded. I was that amazing. However, I don't want to guarantee that we will be lucky the second time around." "What? Is that how you will console your customers?" "No. I don't want to give you false hope or lie to you. I want to build my trust ratings, and if I lied over something, I'd not think my customers would like it." "The one who will receive the spell would be affected the most?" "It should be you and your mate who will receive the spell, actually. It will be useless if it's only you. Both of you should be in your best health for safety purposes."

"Her lifespan will be shortened to only three years and her powers will disappear, but she won't lose her memories if that's what you're aiming for." "Can't you just cast the spell-like last time?" I asked frustrated. "I'm sorry, but that spell can be cast to one person only once or they'll become retarded, or worse they'll die." "So what about the thing you said, about her forgetting everything about me once her memories come back?" "That obviously won't happen since the spell wasn't entirely effective on her. Isn't that a good thing though?" She asked smiling wryly. "Do you think that's a good thing?" I said in disbelief.

She had put me through it all and now, at the biggest of them all, she wouldn't be there. What if I messed up? What if I said the wrong spell? What if I did too much and hurt him instead? What if things seemed like they were fine at first and then he died? They would blame me for it even though he was bound to die. I couldn't do that to him.

He laughed and began waving his wand in his hand, casting a spell that I had no doubt was destructive enough to kill the boys. I fidgeted on my legs, torn between my desire to run to them and knowing that I couldn't help them. If the dark wizard was casting a spell that was strong enough to kill the wolves, I wouldn't stand a chance if I got in his path. I would be gone in an instant.

All that matters is keeping her alive, no matter the cost. Without hesitation, I begin to chant the ancient healing spell, the words of my ancestral enchantress echoing instinctively in my mind. I feel the magic pulse through me, weak and wavering, but still present. Beams of golden light form from my fingers and stretch toward Aria's wound, spreading across her skin like a web of life. The spell is powerful, but limited. It was designed to heal injuries in transformed lycans, broken bones, bruises—not deep cuts like this. Still, it is all I have. The magic spreads across her body, but I sense that it is not enough. Her face remains pale, her veins standing out, blue and purple, as though de

Memphis steps forward and allows his power to surface. I know that if anyone walked in right now, they would get the wrong idea, not that anyone would be able to, as I sealed the room as soon as I had decided to heal her. I knew that her body wouldn’t stand the pressure that the spell would put on it, and we would lose her altogether. I feel her heart rate increase as she freezes. I then whisper, As I touch you, I call upon the powers within to rise, By the moon's healing beams,

So I settle on the only thing I can hold onto. Logic. “You’re overreacting,” I say finally, looking back at him. “I’m fine. You’re fine. No one died. Problem solved.” His expression doesn’t change. If anything it hardens. “You were dying,” he says quietly. His thumb brushes my wrist like he’s checking my pulse again. Like he doesn’t trust that I’m still here. That stops me. I blink. “…What?” His gaze doesn’t waver. “That spell wasn’t meant to wound,” he continues. “It was meant to kill.”

" Fine. I'll listen to what you have to say. I warn you that I am not in a tolerant mood so this better be worth it." He snickered. " I might be a demon from he but I'm not as bad as you think. No matter. We will have all the time in the world to know each other better when the time comes. For now, I'll help you get back to your life." A day of hope sparked in me. I couldn't believe what he just said. He was going to help me get back to life? Wait. Does that mean that I am truly dead. " No, you are not dead. But if no one does anything, you will die. The spell you performed was dangerous. I didn't think you would go through with it. You are brave and determined but it almost cost you your li