Ancient Magic Book Novels & Stories

But the questions in my mind are relentless, and I know I won’t find peace until I start looking through the stacks for some kind of solution. I reach for one of the books on the table, a heavy tome bound in deep green leather with silver lettering on the cover. It’s a book of magic, one that I’ve studied before, but never with the urgency I feel now. I flip it open, my eyes scanning the pages for any mention of the barrier, of the ancient fae who first created it, and of the Ones who were with her.

Might as well read through what Marcus brought her and try to distract herself. As she sorted through the books and made a list of what she wanted to read first, she found a small leather book with no title or decoration. She opened it, and discovered the pages were handwritten. There was no title, no author listed. The handwriting was very neat, but it was a calligraphy style she wasn't entirely familiar with. She was able to read the first few words, but it took some time to decipher. The opening lines read, "What follows is a close examination of the properties of Blood Magic and how to perform such works. This instruction is most important for the Children of Lilith, and it can only be u

There was a tall white candle and two polished obsidian stones. "So what kind of magic is this?" Cassius asked observing over my shoulder. "It is called scrying," she said matter-of-factly. Selene stepped between Ares and Magnus to light a piece of kindle in the fireplace. She then walked her flame to the candle and lit the wick before shaking the tinder out. "What does it do?" Kole asked curiously. Every one of us was fascinated by the witch's current actions. "If I do it right, then I should be able to see where Damion is located," she said as she settled herself in my chair directly in front of the candle flame.

It was the only night powerful enough to fuel the ritual I needed to break Ethan’s hold on Paige. My hands curled into fists as I looked down at the ancient tome laid open on the weathered altar stone. The ink was faded, the symbols strange and twisted, almost alive beneath the pale light. I had spent days tracking down the book, following whispers of old magic I was never meant to touch. The moment I found it, the weight of it felt wrong in my hands, like it knew the kind of price it demanded. But none of that mattered. Paige was worth it.

“It’s old, older than anything in the royal archives. It’s written in an ancient language, Greek or Latin perhaps, but there are annotations in a dialect none of us can fully translate.” Caelum brushed away a layer of dust and flipped it open carefully. The air filled with that papery scent of decay and magic, the kind that caused me to wrinkle my nose. The pages were filled with delicate, looping handwriting and sketches of sigils, and rituals, along with a few plants and herbs. “Yup, it's definitely a witch book.” I muttered, my eyes caught on a torn page near the middle, “Wait,” I said, pointing. “What is that?”

The ancient library beneath the fortress had been sealed for two hundred years. When Elder Morgana suggested we open it, I balked. But she was insistent, and when I saw the books piled inside, volumes about Moon Healers, Primordials, ancient magic, I understood why. "These were written by the last Moon Priestess," Elder Morgana explained, carefully handling a leather-bound tome. "Before she disappeared. Before the Primordials supposedly won their war and were banished."

Steven told her to look in the paid books as well if she saw any that interested her and since Carol had left her some money she nodded and decided to look without worrying about the money because Carol had told her that she would be able to resell her magic pills. She easily found the books she was looking for, there was one on all the level 1 magic herbs with sketches and their characteristics, another one that explained in detail every step of making magic pills and tips on how to avoid failing. There was another one that gave the formulas of all the level 1 magic pills and there were 20 of them, and finally she found one about the 8 flames and what a mage could expect to accomplish when

They thought of one possibility, and they all together blurted out the same word “ Bringer “. Once Earth arrived at the altar, he saw instructions carved into a stone that says, ‘ Poke your thumb finger with the knife on the altar and drop three blood on the table and write your name using your blood ’ Earth followed as instructed without any hesitation. After he wrote his name using his blood, the letters came alive and levitated above his head then it burned. As the blood burns each letter started disappearing, then he felt a searing pain in his left shoulder. The pain felt like someone is carving on his flesh. After the pain disappear, he saw that there was indeed carved on his shoulder.

He had been in the dungeon, forgotten and left to rot all these years but then somebody took the effort to silence him so surely his words should have an ounce of truth atleast. Hence, I was determined to find the answers to my questions. Positioning the ladder under the huge desk, I climbed up and ran my eyes through the spines. I read through the titles, the ones that I could, and scratched my chin, wondering what to pick up first. ‘Mages of the ancient’ A title of a book caught my attention, and I wondered if this could be it. Reaching for the giant tome, I slowly pulled it out and struggled a bit to hold it in my hands.

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.