29 Book(s) Related to spell defying

—Don't look at me like you want to eat me! - I yell getting up from my chair, in a sudden and unexplainable rage.
Alex stares at me impassively, swirling the wine in his hand a couple of times untill he drains it in one gulp.
— I look at you like I want to eat you. - He repeats amusedly. - You're absolutely right, little witch. I want to devour you and not only in a sexual way.
I step back in fear shaking my head.
—Are you some kind of cannibal or something?
His eyes sweep over me from head to toe, he lays the glass down on the table and stands up. With slow and measured movements he surrounds the table, coming closer to me.
—Oh no, baby. What I am is worse, much worse than that.


Yolie Bruzain was run over by a car and lives fighting against the constant panic attacks she suffers as a result of the accident. Her recovery is considered a miracle and the girl has always suspected that supernatural forces helped save her life.
Three years after waking up from a coma, she is kidnapped by an enigmatic Greek and she will understand that her suspicions are not unfounded.
Nothing is what it seems, not even she herself is who she thinks she is.

Sofia Flores thought landing a job at Mexico’s most exclusive club would finally be her fresh start. But her first day ends in disaster when Leandro Rossi—billionaire, club owner, and CEO of Mexico's most powerful empire—fires her on the spot.

Before she can process the humiliation, Leandro offers her a new position she dared not refuse: to be his personal assistant at Rossi Group headquarters, the empire he rules with an iron grip. Thrown into a world of luxury and secrets, Sofia is forced to navigate Leandro’s impossible demands and unyielding rules.

Falling under his spell could cost her everything. But resisting him? That might just be impossible.

Thorin had her pinned to the wall, her beautiful eyes covered with an elegant mask. But he knew her. After slowly removing the mask, he gasped, “it’s you!” His breath shuddered. The girl he had been searching for was standing before him.
He could not control himself and placed his mouth on her lips, kissing her with all the love, all the adoration he could muster.


Maeve, a human girl, had a difficult childhood, and then life gave her a chance to get out of that life. She met Thorin Blackridge, the heir of the Blackridge family and had a one-night stand with him. She got pregnant, but when she tried to get help from Thorin, she was met with humiliation and assault.
She made her life on her own and raised her child beautifully. But soon Thorin reappeared in her life. Can she forget the night she was humiliated for getting pregnant? Can she forget that men were sent to kill her child? Or will she fall for Thorin yet again?
But beware, Ozul is lurking in the shadows. He can make everything crumble like a house of cards.

Known by all as the child of traitors, and with no wolf to call her own, Alya's life has been hell.

She is made out to be a schemer by her foster sister who is determined to make her life hell.

When she discovers her sister with her husband after losing her baby, she decides to take matters into her own hands and escape the pack.

But would dare let her be?

Or would the secrets of the past come to find her… after all… nothing stays buried forever.

A future Alpha whose life begins to depend on her presence.

A god in disguise hiding secrets far older than the pack itself.

And a powerful witch who would tear the entire pack apart just to claim her.

They all want to monopolize her, but how could she choose when she could have them all?


In Blazing Moon Pack, fate is law.

Every wolf must obey the mate chosen by destiny. Even if that bond destroys them.

Tyra has hated the system her entire life. She watched it break her mother, and she swore she would escape before it could claim her too.

But on the night every young wolf receives their wolf, Tyra realizes something heart shattering.

She has no wolf.

Declared moonless, she is stripped of status and forced into servitude for the very royals she despises. A ritual is done to erase her ability to love, turning her into nothing more than a living tool. But it didn't work.

Soon Tyra finds herself trapped in the center of dangerous attention, caught between powerful forces that refuse to let her go.

The pack believes a moonless girl is powerless. But they are about to discover just how wrong they are.

Because even though Tyra has no wolf, she might be the most dangerous thing the pack has ever created.

Elena Marshall, the product of a dark lord vampire and a fierce Alpha is forced to paddle through her travails whilst fighting her attraction to Cassius.
A one-night stand between two synced yet different creatures awoken the long-buried curse that was chanted a millennium of years ago by the most powerful lineage of witches who got wiped out by the creatures of the dark.

Seventeen-year-old Elena is more concerned with school work and practicing magic spells behind her parents than pandering to quarter politics and quests for powers between the four quarters of the vampires, witches, werewolves, and humans.

An elder witch soon begins to mutter about a prophecy of doom that is bound to cause havoc and death. Her entire world is thrown into disarray.

Irrespective of the danger looming ahead, Elena is undoubtedly drawn to her mystery mate. An allurement is the last thing she needs but how long can she resist and deprive herself of that sweet magnetism?

'Omnia disponere!"

And the luggage suddenly disappeared.

"My stuff!" the girl said, scared.

"Keep calm, dear. I just sent it to your room. I put it in your closet."

"Do I have my room?"

"Of course ... you"ll have your closet and your stuff. In addition to the luggage you had, Mr. Knudlac asked me to prepare other things you would need. Clothes tailored to you, shoes for running, for soirées and parties, for climbing and for trips, supplies and books and more. Including magic stuff to make your stay more enjoyable."

"Now we will get to your room in a moment. Just wait for me to take my wand ... and in a moment we are there."

"Please…"

Elizabeth grabbed Miss Harmony"s arm and looked at her begging.

"Please, can we walk? I haven"t been outside for a long time. Needless to speak about such a magical ... superb court."

Miss Harmony, touched by the girl"s gaze, agreed.

"Sure, dear.It won"t take us long to tour the school. Anyway ... I have not walked in the yard for long. "

With her terminal diagnosis, Maya fled to Urvik in the north. She didn’t want treatment; she just wanted to find a quiet place to spend her final days.
Then she met Erik. This taciturn man always had burning-hot palms. He fed her wild berries, took her running, and taught her to row. Strangely, her pain faded away, even her painkillers gathered dust.
The days were calm until the night of the full moon when Erik stood in the moonlight, naked, with a lingering silver-gray sheen visible on his shoulder blades.
Maya saw him and ran.
If he was a wolf, then what were all the miracles she had dared not to question over the past two months?
Was their fate redemption or another kind of abyss?

When Braedon and I catch a glimpse of the future, I see the evil Archmage Edius destroying the world, but Braedon sees my death…

In order to gain Supreme status, my mates and I are transported to a new academy where we hope to master the five elements of magic.

But the sinister Archmage invades my dreams and robs me of my self-confidence.

Before I know it, all the progress I’ve made at the Enchanted Academy vanishes, and I’m back to functioning as a remedial level witch.

If we’re able to work together and master the five elements, Dash, Oliver, Braedon, Kyler, and I may be able to vanquish Edius and finally get the happily ever after we crave.

Spells of a Supreme is created by Evie Wilde, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

"You know my relationship with him," Jason growls, "You know how much he hates me and yet you decide to sleep with him?"
"Sleep with him?" I echo, incredulous. "Jason, we have been together for three years. And the first thing you think about my connection with your brother is not my work, it is my vagina."
Alex's eyes narrow, a dangerous glint appearing. "She is my woman," he whispers, pulling me close and slamming me against his chest.
Sara Jane thought she had escaped her past. After Jason's betrayal, she only wanted to disappear, take her boss's offer, dive into work, and leave heartbreak behind.
But fate has other plans. Her next big client is none other than Jason's cold and ruthless elder brother, Alex Ford, the dangerous heir to the Ford empire and a man feared for his power and cruelty.
He is icy. He is unforgiving. And for reasons Sara cannot understand, he seems determined to claim her attention, no matter how impossible she thinks it is.
Thrown into a family feud she never asked for, with a cold boss and a selfish ex-husband, Sara must navigate desire, revenge, and a game of power she did not volunteer for.
Can she survive the heat, the heartbreak, and the temptation or will this forbidden attraction consume them both?

In the seventh year of her marriage, her husband’s ex girlfriend was diagnosed with a terminal illness.

To make up for his regrets, he took the woman traveling across mountains and seas, celebrated her birthday, stole his mother’s final painting for her, and forced his wife to hand over the token of their love.

He even took wedding photos with his ex and made vows with her in a church.
A lifetime together. Never to be apart.

In seven years of marriage, she had never seen her husband so gentle and attentive.

Even their own daughter wrapped her arms around the ex girlfriend’s waist and said reluctantly,
“She is prettier than Mom and more talented too. Why can’t she be my mom?”

Then she turned to her and screamed,
“Mom, I wish you were dead!”

At last, she chose to let them have what they wanted.

Leaving behind a divorce agreement, she walked away without looking back.
From that day on, she cut all ties with them.

Later—

She picked up her paintbrush again and stunned the world.

Her life should have been lonely, yet she unexpectedly found a sweet and thoughtful little angel who cared only about her.

One stormy night, outside her door, a man and a child knelt in the pouring rain.

Her ex husband was full of regret, and her daughter’s eyes were red.

“I was wrong. Please come back.”
“Mom… please don’t abandon me…”

She stood beneath the porch when a tall, noble man pulled her into his arms and kissed her until she could barely breathe.

Smiling faintly, he rolled up his shirt sleeves.

“Sir, if you keep coveting my wife, don’t blame me for being rude.”

In the terminal stage of cancer, my only life-saving chemotherapy opportunity was bought out by Patrick for Laura, who only had early-stage cancer.

I gave up the treatment plan that doctors said could save my life and swallowed strong pain-blocking medication. The consequence was organ failure and death within three days.

During these three days, I gave up everything.

When I gave all my hard-earned achievements to Laura, my parents smiled with relief.

When Patrick presented the divorce papers and I signed them readily, he sighed and said I was very sensible.

When I pushed Anna to call Laura "mom," she said excitedly that mommy was the best.

Even when I transferred all my properties and assets to Laura, they didn't notice anything wrong.

They just looked at me with relief and said: "Our sensible Flora has finally come back."

But I'm also curious - after I die, will they ever think of me?

A paramedic with no knowledge of what she is touches a dying man in an alley and reignites something in him that hasn’t burned in centuries. He’s the last pureblood Dragon King, running a corporate empire above ground and a dying court below it. His race is six months from extinction as the last fertile eggs won’t hatch without a Hearthblood carrier, and the bloodline that created the dragon-human shift pact died out generations ago.
Except it didn’t. She’s the last one. Her father was a dragon who abandoned his court to die in human form. Her mother was the human woman who sold his identity to a rival faction before disappearing.
Two people running out of time. One bond neither of them chose. And the only way to save his dying race means she has to become something she didn’t know existed.

"You're nothing but a replacement."

My husband said it with his eyes every time he looked through me to see her face. His mistress said it with that slow, satisfied smile. My own brother—the one I would have died for—proved it the night I saw him looking at her like she hung the moon.

I married a man who never once saw me.

I worked myself hollow for a family that used me like a tool and called it marriage. I gave up my career, my research, my dignity. I even gave up the right to be sick—because I have stage-four cancer and I haven't told a single soul.

I'm dying. And nobody knows.

But here's what they didn't count on: I'm not gone yet.

Before I go, I'm taking everything back.

Some women burn quietly until there's nothing left.

I'm done burning quietly.

I am my sister's poison taster, and my husband is her executioner.

My marriage was a transaction. My body, a laboratory to test drugs for the woman my billionaire husband truly loves. For years, I endured the agony, clinging to the hope that he might see me. But when the doctors said the poison had left me only three months to live, his response was to demand my last remaining kidney for her.

I died on that operating table, a final, unwilling sacrifice.

But death is not the end. I've been given a second chance, and this time, I will not be their victim. A new man stands with me now, and together, we will watch the world they built burn.

The question is, who will be left in the ashes?

My birthday was never truly mine.

Everyone was busy making sure she was comfortable, happy, and protected.
When she deliberately handed me chamomile tea—knowing I was allergic—they told me not to hurt my sister’s good intentions and forced me to drink it.

My brother accused me of being jealous and locked me in the basement.

They all forgot about me to celebrate her birthday, even my fiancé.

Lying there, I realized something worse than pain—I was replaceable.

That was the day I understood the truth about my family.
I was dying on “my” birthday, and no one chose me.

Sophia and I fought over who would wear that emerald ring to change our fate.
In my first life, I claimed the emerald ring, thinking I would become a billionaire heiress.
That was until late at night, when I accidentally opened that underground iron door and he strangled me to death with a piano wire: "Your pathetic wailing isn't her at all."
Given a second chance, I backed away and let Sophia take it.
A few days later, she died in the ice cellar with her tongue severed. Right before she died, she let out a blood-curdling whimper: "A true devil is hiding behind that door!"
Waking up for the third time, we trembled in sheer terror as the ring was offered to us once again.
Just who exactly is the daughter he is looking for?

When I called my husband with trembling hands, clutching my cancer diagnosis, all I heard was his sweet laughter with his young, hot influencer girlfriend. Ten years of marriage, and when I needed him most, he chose betrayal.

In divorce court, I was painted as the "crazy ex-wife" while the entire internet mocked me. Everyone took their side. No one knew I was fighting for my life.

Until the day he finally learned the truth.

Our engagement has gone unfulfilled for ten years.

My parents saved his family in that yacht accident. With their dying breath, they asked his family to look after me. In return, we go to city hall every year, trying to fulfill this obligation.

Ten attempts. Ten failures.

Elevator malfunctions, food poisoning, home invasions, car crashes... Every single time, I get hurt at the worst possible moment while he walks away without a scratch.

This makes ten. A truck slams into the passenger side, my head smashes against the window, and he's already running across the street, pulling that woman into his arms.

On my way to find him after they stitch me up, I hear his assistant's voice in the hospital corridor:

"Mr. Ashford, the truck driver's been taken care of. Money'll hit his account like we agreed... but is this really fair to Miss Bennett? It's been ten years, every single year—"

William's voice comes out low and tired. "I don't have a choice. Her parents saved me, but I'm in love with Emma."

I look down at the diagnosis. ALS. Late stage.

Turns out I've been trying to marry a lie this whole time.

I spent five years loving Beckett Calloway.
When his ex-girlfriend died saving his life, I held him through every nightmare. When he said he "wasn't ready" for marriage, I waited. When he whispered "soon," I believed him.
Then her sister showed up. Crying about some terminal illness. Begging him to take care of her.
He let her move onto our private island—the one he promised would only ever belong to us.
He introduced her at the gala where he was supposed to announce our engagement.
He got her pregnant.
And when I told him she was lying about everything, he looked at me like I was the monster.
Then came our wedding rehearsal. She walked down the aisle in my dress. He slid his ring onto her finger. The chapel caught fire. I collapsed, bleeding.
He scooped her up and ran. Didn't even glance back.
So I burned my vows, deleted every trace of myself, and vanished.
This time, I wasn't coming back.

My younger sister, Freya, was preparing for her advanced training in New York the following week, so she dragged me to the dance studio to help her correct her movements. I put on my dance shoes as usual and stood in the center of the floor, ready to demonstrate a turn.

The moment my foot slipped, I didn't even have time to react.

My body hit the ground hard, and the sharp pain from the back of my head nearly made me lose consciousness. I lay on the cold floor, my throat tight, unable to even cry out for help.

When Mother rushed in, she didn't spare me a glance.

She immediately helped Freya up and took her to the hospital. I missed the critical window for treatment and died on the way to the hospital.

Two weeks before my due date, my husband Ethan is racing out the door into a stormy night.

All because his childhood friend Scarlett's apartment lost power, and she says her claustrophobia is kicking in.

I'm clutching my belly, telling him my water broke, begging him to look at the blood on the floor.

"You pulling this again? Last week wasn't enough? Scarlett's actually in danger."

He shakes off my hand. The door slams shut.

I'm standing in a pool of blood, watching his taillights disappear into the rain.

My baby won't have a father anymore.

The agony of dragonfire tearing through my flesh still seared my memory.
But I had been reborn.
I touched my reflection. No scorch marks. No melted skin. My eighteen-year-old face stared back.
The door burst open. Zephyra swept in, her dragonfire pendant gleaming.
"Megan, don't be nervous." Her voice dripped honey-sweet. "Even if you can't sense dragonfire, the Dragon God won't judge you harshly."
My father's legitimate daughter. Pure dragonblood. The family's pride.
And me? The bastard. A half-blood who couldn't even conjure a spark.
"The prophecy bond isn't set in stone." Her hand landed on my shoulder, grip too tight. "If Lord Roran feels overwhelming, bond with a lower-tier knight. I'll support whatever you choose."
Support me? The word tasted like ash.
Roran was the empire's youngest Dragon Knight Commander. In my past life, I'd believed her lies and married him.
I thought it was salvation. Instead, I became his shield while he slept with Zephyra.
At Zephyra's ascension ceremony, when a wyvern lunged for her, he shoved me into the beast's path.
The wyvern's claws tore into my abdomen. My unborn child died inside me.
Then came the dragonfire.
Roran unleashed it to save Zephyra. The flames swallowed everything: the beast, me, and the dragon egg I'd carried for months.
Through the agony, I watched him scoop Zephyra up. "Save Zephyra! The child—"
My child was already ash. He mourned hers.
"If I hadn't been pregnant, Megan wouldn't be so jealous..." Zephyra whispered.
"If there's a next life, I'll make this right." Roran's hollow guilt.
Next life?
Your dragonfire burned my child alive. You let me bleed out. And now you want redemption?
Not a chance.

While I was being kidnapped, tortured, and murdered in the horse stable of our own family farm, my all-powerful chaebol fiancée was helping my green tea younger brother try on wedding attire.
Before dying, with my broken, blood-stained finger, I dialed the last desperate call for help.
On the other end of the phone, her tone was filled with scorn and impatience: "Vincent, can't you even tolerate a little grievance from your younger brother? Let's just cancel the engagement, and I'll replace you with him as the groom."
Later, I truly died.
My soul drifted in mid-air, watching coldly as the whole family thought I was faking death to make a scene. My older sister even kicked over my disfigured body on the haystack in disgust: "Get up right now, stop pretending to be pitiful here!"
Until the flashlight's beam completely illuminated my ghastly, rigid face, and the shattered phone screen, still stuck on the moment she hung up, clutched tightly in my dead hand...
That forever aloof, arrogant female CEO finally went weak in the knees, kneeling in the foul-smelling, blood-soaked filth, and utterly lost her mind.

I'm a folklorist. Folk traditions are my field.
At first, I thought it was just an ordinary rhyme, a scrap of oral history set to a tune.
"A rag doll in the mire, swinging high up to the sky..."
We all thought it was just a prank.
Until the first person drowned in the bog. Then the second fell from a tower crane. Then the third somehow drowned in a bathtub.
I stared at the black symbol surfacing on the back of my hand.
And then I saw the dean—the one who was supposed to be dead—standing outside my dorm window in a long black dress, smiling at me with impossible tenderness...

Detective Aria Kane tracks down a murderer who decorates each corpse with flawless origami cranes. There were eight victims. identical cut. The same position. The same bird. Home is indicated by the clues. This killer is the subject of a thriller written by her fiancé, Ethan Cross. While she sleeps, he folds cranes. He is aware of details that only a murderer should know. Like a signature, he says, "Love you." She lies beside him every night. She checks the locks every morning. She discovers the pen in the hand of a deceased woman. Silver. engraved. The one she handed him. He claims to have lost it. She locates the pictures. victims in his life's background. months in advance. Grinning. alive. He was present. observing. Awaiting. She looks at his schedule. gym. Back off. book release.
There is a body for every date. Each alibi is a present. At three in the morning, she looks through his desk. discovers a drawer that is locked. locates a box. Nine birds of different colors. For every life. Two remain blank. Now he leaves cranes on the counter. She pretends to sleep as she unfolds and refolds them. He is aware that she is watching. He wants her to locate it. As she lies beside him, she can feel his weight causing the mattress to dip. His breath has a coffee scent to it. He whispers to her. As if it were the final thing Aria would ever hear, good night. The crime scene is the marriage. His desk contains the proof. The next victim has already been selected. All she needs to do is decide to arrest him. or turn into the last chapter.On the nightstand is the next crane. Yesterday, it wasn't there.

“Liz, you may be the light in my soul, but I won’t think twice, before I turn into your darkness if you dare to disobey me again. I will not lie, dragă. I was so furious with you, I wanted to bend you over my knees and slap that beautiful round ass of yours!” My confession caught her by surprise, but what she said after took my breath away.

“Do it then, I’ve been bad...” I didn’t think I heard it right, and when she unbuttoned her jeans, I saw the gold in my eyes reflecting in her violet ones.

“Don’t you give me ideas, Liz…” A low growl slipped my strained lips.

“I mean it, Vlad.” My blood rolled in thick waves in my veins. “I’ve been disrespectful to you, Grizzly. I deserve it.”

“Take your pants off and come to me.” I sat on the edge of the bed and waited...


Everything he dreamt for was torn from him in a time when you had to choose between kill or get killed, and he learnt it was much better to be feared than loved. Fate had other plans for him. In a last attempt to save his soul, he was blessed with unconditional love. A love that didn’t ask questions or judge, but his duty to his land and vengeance came first, and his rough ways granted him a curse.

She promised him then, he’d never be alone and just like the prophecy they met again, but she was different…

Now, she was the one in need of saving…

Will she learn from his past mistakes?

Will she choose him over her duties and vengeance?

Will their love rule over time and death?