What Does 'Come To Me Spell' Mean In Witchcraft?

Faythe​ My father died and my world turned upside down and inside out. Silver Pack is nothing like our old home. Alpha Hunter watches me intensely, almost like I’m an addiction he can’t kick; his sea-blue eyes track my every move. Whenever I am attacked by the Pack for being an Omega or for being wolfless, they all know I can’t defend myself thanks to my inability to shift; Alpha Hunter always steps in to protect me. I started to believe Alpha Hunter might take a wolfless female like me as his mate, but then he gives me a breeder contract. On the one hand, I get to be with an incredible Alpha; on the other, he will never be fully mine. I must guard my heart while he claims my body. No matter how I try, I cannot stop the coming fall.​ Hunter​ She is my mate. She is wolfless. She is an Omega. Two strikes against her, but I can’t stay away. Trouble keeps finding Faythe. So despite my effort to keep my distance, I’m pulled by fate to protect her, no matter how often I’m reminded the Pack will turn away from me if my mate is wolfless. My Beta’s warnings fall on deaf ears and the Pack witch is concerned. When Faythe turns twenty-one and still doesn’t recognise me as her mate, I do what I must to keep her close. I bind Faythe to me with a breeding contract. The last thing I expected was for her to bloom as a witch instead of a wolf. A wolfless Omega cannot be my mate, but a Blue Witch, the most powerful creature in the world, can stand shoulder to shoulder with me and anything that comes our way.

As the tittles says, I summoned him, expecting to be loved, worshipped, taken care of. What I received was a spanking to my bum and a scolding for my attempts. But I did win a daddy, a really strict one that I would always choose no matter what. This is our story. Warning this is a cgl story, filled with fluff. Apologies for any misspelling and grammar mistakes.

When she learnt that she is a witch her life turned upside down, yet she never wanted magic to control her life. It all changed once she found out she accidently began casting a spell she needs to complete before her 30th birthday. Now, she can either make her fated one kiss her, or she will die… The problem is, her destined person is immune to magic, which will her uneasy task even more complicated. Find out where the ill fate will lead a beginner witch and a cold man in expensive suit…

A generational magical spell has passed through centuries right down to the descendants of Ramsey the conqueror and now it's in the depth of cassie parker's life, born in the eastern part of the world called Bloomsville. Little does she know that Bloomsville is the gateway to hell. She doesn't realise the spell is still governing her with much power, a spell that could uncage the dark king and make her queen. Let's see how she faces her fears in this journey of knowing who she is.

I stood at the edge of Ironwood territory, boots sinking into mud as cold seeped through my coat. I hated being this close to their land. It smelled like wet dog, testosterone, and trouble. “You’re late, witch.” The voice hit low and deep, vibrating through the ground before it reached my ears. I didn’t flinch. I refused to give him that. I turned slowly, amethyst eyes narrowing as I found him at the tree line. Guilermo Santander. He stepped into the gray light, rain sliding off his broad frame. Six-foot-five of pure menace. Dark hair plastered to his forehead, silver streaks catching the gloom, and those amber eyes—burning straight through me. “I’m not late,” I said calmly, though my pulse spiked. “You wolves just don’t understand patience.” He stopped three feet away. My skin prickled as the runes along my ribs flared hot, reacting to the dense magic rolling off him. Suffocating. Intoxicating. “And you witches don’t understand territory,” Guilermo said. He didn’t sound feral. He sounded tired—like a man carrying a century of weight on deceptively young shoulders. He leaned in and sniffed near my neck. I stiffened. “You smell like sage and burnt sugar,” he murmured, voice dropping, darker now. “It’s giving me a headache.” “Then stop breathing,” I snapped. One corner of his mouth lifted, a flash of sharp canine. “Make me.” The air between us snapped tight. My magic stirred, violet haze curling from my fingertips without permission, brushing the leather of his jacket. He didn’t pull away. He leaned closer. And standing there in the freezing rain with a man who could tear my throat out, I realized two things: Elder Sibal was wrong—Guilermo wasn’t a monster to be chained. And I was in serious trouble.

Coming to Brytin wasn't all bad. I met him, even though I didn't recognize him at first. He was the one in my dreams. Yes, I could perfectly see that, but I had to hide from everyone for me to be close to him. He doesn't want me near him. He despises me no matter how hard I try to please him. He warns me to stay far away from him. They also warned me too, but my heart and soul does not listen, and I'm a curious girl who follows her heart. She's a witch, he's a vampire, they are enemies but she's his mate. That's an abomination, but she doesn't give a damn. She wants him to mark her and claim her, but that's formidable. He disagrees but she isn't going to stop until he acknowledges her. Find out what happens when she realizes the real reason behind the clash of witches and vampires, will she be forced to leave him or will she stay with him no matter what happens?