You Put A Spell On Me Hocus Pocus Novels & Stories

“And you were about to let our first time be on a desk in an nightclub!” I chuckle again. “In my defense, you are quite persuasive.” Anna rolls her eyes. “Okay, how do we break the spell?” I run my thumb tenderly down the side of her cheek. “It seems like a basic lust spell...” I chuckle again. “One that turns you into a wild s*x kitten.” Anna purses her lips together, obviously not liking the fact she didn’t notice she was under a spell. “I believe, I can break you out of it if I enter your mind.”

I didn't know where I was but I noticed the houses seemed to have changed, I knew I wasn't hallucinating. Inside of me was unstable as my mind kept trying to collect what had happened, but I didn't want to recall the incident, what I had done, what I had let happen, and the power that got unleashed once again. My hands got cold and my calm breathing began to grow harsh again, as I knelt holding my chest. The image of Jeffrey was stuck in my head, at some point it went blank …. I couldn't believe it, but it wasn't there any longer. I had fainted the moment I felt the control of the spell letting go and slipping away. The last thing I could remember was their faces.

Suddenly, in the middle of the green mass I noticed magenta and pink spots. I run to the garden with my heard pounding and stopped at the rose hid bush, the same one I was trying the put the spell on the previous day. There were rose buds… beautiful rose buds everywhere! “The spell worked! My spell actually work! I can control flowers!” I started screaming and jumping for joy.

"Why is he acting like this?" His shrugging shoulders contain sarcasm. "Because you cage him." "No, I mean," my voice lowers in dismay, "he's been like this ever since he died." Gradually, I sat in front of the cage, sticking my eyes at Hessuel who's been glaring at me like a powerful prey. I unleash my spellbook and with dear compassion, I recite the spell. A big enchast appeared underneath our feet and the rings of its light levitate around us unsteadily. This spell feels cold but the wind it blows whistles a certain melody that would tame the wolf.

There’s usually a spell for anything, and I sometimes like to dabble. I reach the bottom of the stairs, where Paul awaits me. I have to say that this spell has taken a real toll on him. I had to employ a glamour spell so people wouldn’t be able to see how worn out he really is. We won’t have to keep this up much longer with any luck. I’m putting my pieces into position to get what I want to live how I need. “Let’s get this night over with.” ~Nikki~

An idea came to her. "Would you like to hold onto something for me?" Veronica asked. The girl nodded her head. She seemed to perk up at the idea. "Very good," Veronica lowered herself to gaze into the little girl’s eyes. She began to utter a spell. It was a attachment spell. It attached Veronica in some way to the young girl. It also allowed the girl to tap into some of Veronica's powers. If she should ever need it.

Suddenly, a tiny burst of colorful sparks erupted from the tip of her wand, and a small scroll materialized in her hand. "This, my friend, is the 'Rhyme-Rite' spell," she explained, unrolling the scroll. "It's foolproof, guaranteed to make anyone rhyme for a day!" I marveled at the intricate symbols and enchanting words inscribed on the scroll. "This is incredible, Sophie! So, how do we use it?" With a mischievous grin, Sophie whispered the instructions. "We just need to recite this incantation and point our wands at the person we want to rhyme. But remember, we must use our powers wisely, and only for the sake of mischief and good fun!"

She’d planned to fight dirty, trusting too much in the dark witches’ nasty spells. “If you use those spells on anyone else, they’ll achieve your desired effect,” I told her. “But your naughty spells can’t harm me.” “Freak!” she cursed and hissed. “How’s this one! Die!” She tossed a black spell at me that looked like a tiny pin. I opened my mouth and ate it. That was the wrong move, and now my eyes stung with tears.

Harold releases her. "Hahahaha. What shitty luck is this? First your daughter, now you." She scoffs and Continues with scorn and mockery. "Do your worst grandpa dearest. After all this is not the first time I have gone through this." Harold is visibly enraged and unleashes the paralysis spell. I rush in to dispel it but a fraction of it hit her. She howls in pain and passes out. I am beside myself with anger. I take out my staff and strike the Wizard. He stumbles, raises his wand then disappears.

The witch’s reception when she met us was odd, she seemed suspicious of my intent but it didn't bother me because I was determined to get exactly what I’d come for no matter what. “Why have you come here?” Her aura reeked of disapproval as she inquired about my intentions. “I need you to give me the spell for a potent spell no on an escape,” I told her as I looked around her abode stealthily. “And which spell might that be?” She prompted as though she was in a hurry to get us out of her space. “The most powerful spell there is for madness, the one that instantly makes a person run mad when it's cast” I watched as her eyes lowered as a strong frown caused huge creases on her forehead.