Ancient Magic Book Novels & Stories

It was dusty like all the others, it was the only book out of place, she kept it aside. “Grandfather, you wait here I will just go and open the windows”, as she did, the whole room lit up, blinding rays of sunlight crept in. “Okay pa, what are we to look for?”, she asked. Edgar thought for a brief moment, “A book on ancient magic or magic of the old times. The birth of magic…” She nodded in understanding. She placed the ladder against the shelves and proceeded to climb. “Cleopatra no, let me climb…”

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

To a hidden passage. "Here," he said, pressing a stone. It swung inward, revealing stairs. We descended. The chamber was massive. Shelves lined every wall. Books. Scrolls. Artifacts. And in the center, on a stone pedestal— A book. Leather-bound. Ancient. Pulsing with dark magic. "The Grimoire of Bonds," I breathed. Marcus nodded. "Everything she knew. How to create them. Break them. Control them." I reached for it. The moment my fingers touched leather, pain exploded through my arm.

The pattern on the front was of a wolf howling at the moon, encircled in intricate intertwining branches. Curling up in my favourite chair, I carefully lay the book in my lap and open the cover. “The ancient art of untamed magic, “I read aloud and took in the subject matter. Untamed magic was the old term used for dark or forbidden magic. My hands shook as I took in the magnitude of what I was reading. There were witches in this house channelling untamed magic, Alune was right, and it terrified me.

A mixture of light and flame exploded from my skin, circling Dain before his shadows could come to the rescue. The pull in my stomach was harsher now, strained from the advanced magic I was currently attempting. There were no instructions in the ancient book I first saw this technique in, only a few hand drawn pictures smeared and faded with age. An image formed in my head, to which my magic eagerly jumped to the task, prompting my body to move how it needed.

Ximena places her stuff quickly in a neat pile and I place the box on the ground before unpacking it. The thick books are all looking really old, with leather bindings, golden lettering, and thick yellow paper. I read the covers; Magia elemental, La historia de la magia, Un testimonio de la cacería de la brujas en la Espana, Guía de brujas, Libro de encantamientos, Libro de los muertos, Leyedas mágicas and book with no letters on its covers, just an upside down tree. I wonder what that one is about. For everyone wondering, here are the translations:

Her eyes fell to the book as well. “This is no ordinary book, Eliana” She muttered under her breath. “Not a lot of people can get through it” I furrowed my brows but her hands reached out to mine as she held it in a tight clasp. Nana closed her eyes and I could immediately feel the surge of magic rise from inside me. I took my eyes off the leather-bound book and closed them. The air crackled around us as the book suddenly but slowly lifted into the air. “Illusionum Invocatus” Escaped from my Nana’s lips. ‘The Ancient Spell shall be sworn’ was the meaning. I surrendered my hands to her as I slowly opened my eyes and they watched as she steered the incantations from the tip of her lips.

Noticing what she was looking, her dad smiled. "That is the symbol for alchemy in magick. This book is called Bnane's Book of Potions." Her dad said as he kept patting it as if the book was a little child or a favorite pet. "And only people with magick can open this book. All the special books can only be opened by the magick in our blood. Other normal books, about magick, about wiccan culture and symbols, now anyone can open it."

she announced quietly, placing a heavy tome on the table with a thud that sent dust swirling into the air. I stood, my heart pounding with hope and apprehension. "What is it?" "It's a spell book," Meredith explained, flipping through the aged pages with careful reverence. "Ancient magic, similar to what Gaius used. It might have the answers we need." She scanned the intricate text; her finger tracing lines of arcane symbols and chants. "Here," she murmured after what seemed like an eternity, pointing to a passage illuminated by the flickering candlelight. "I think I've found a spell. I'll have to try it out, but I don't really know how it would react to this frail body".

The room beyond was dimly lit, and the air was thick with the scent of old magic. "Be careful," the librarian warned. "The books in here are not to be trifled with. They contain powerful spells and dark secrets. Use caution in your search." With that, she left them to their search. Amanda, Hannah, and Rajan combed through the shelves, searching for any mention of Marcelyn. They found books on ancient blood rituals, dark magic, and even necromancy. But there was no mention of the woman they sought. Just as they were about to give up hope, they stumbled upon a dusty old tome hidden in the back of a shelf. The book was bound in black leather and embossed with strange symbols.