Antique Spell Books Novels & Stories

I flipped through her spellbook in hopes of finding a spell similar to the one used to attack Xavier. I doubted she had that kind of spell present, but I had to try. I browsed through the whole book and found nothing. There were glamor spells and spells that could be used to the detriment of a werewolf. But there was nothing related to the spells used against Antonio’s body to fight Xavier. There were no spells on necromancy, and I doubted the witch, Carmila, was a necromancer. “This is enough. Time to get out of here.” I dropped the spellbook back into the position where I found it and tried my best to cover up every trace of my getting to the book.

This is where the real work begins. Pushing to my feet, I step closer, reaching for the first book on the pile. Its spine creaks in protest as I pry it open, the scent of aged parchment and dried herbs rising to meet me. The text is written in the same ancient script as the spell I translated, its ink faded but still legible. I scan the pages quickly, searching for anything that might reference the werewolf curse, dark magic, or alternative rituals. The words blur together in long, winding descriptions, spells of protection, curses of binding, invocations to gods long forgotten.

I grabbed one book carefully but as I did, another fell out. I dropped the one I had picked and picked up the one that had fallen on the floor instead. I moved to sit on a chair with the book in my hand. I opened it up and began reading it and only then did I realize that it was a spell book, an ancient Vampire spell book for making certain types of potions. The writing was slightly different from usual and it was faded but I was somehow able to read it.

Slamming her against the wall and getting into a hot make out session probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do since she already had the wrong idea but I needed a distraction and the girl was hot. Heading home after school I found mum, reading at the kitchen table. “What’s that?” pointing to the book in her hand. “A new book of conjuring spells I acquired from a coven up north, I’m just verifying if its legit or a fake” she answered “So, which one is it?” I asked “it’s real and extremely rare, I will need to keep this one out of human hands and in my special collection, if in the wrong hand it could be dangerous” She answered

“Gavyn was forcing Fabian’s hands by using every trick he could from the ancient book.” My brows knitted in confusion. “What ancient book are you talking about?” The hairs on the back of my neck rose. There is only one book that I knew Warlocks possessed, but Fabian is guarding it with his life. That book is dangerous. It was not called The Book of Damned for nothing. The Book of the Damned contains powerful dark magic spells and is considered the most potent record of dark magic. If it fell into the wrong hands, who knows what may happen?

“There’s a spell in an ancient book. I had to dig deep for it.” Melissa was looking for praise, and the mood I was in made me give her that. “Witches these days rely on newer books and spells - simple things like lost lovers and fortune telling. But whoever these witches are, they’re powerful. They must have used a spell from the Grimoire. And there’s only two copies known to exist.” “So you found one?” “I did.” she smirked pridefully, “It will be delivered in two days. The pawnshop owner doesn’t know how valuable it is, so I managed to buy it from him.”

It was a ritual that could be performed without an Alexart but its effect lasted for only about an hour and it could be broken by the person who used the spell. One hour would be enough to find out the spells I needed. Being a vampire I could read complete books in seconds and remember it as it is. I didn’t know the spells in these books as Eric had forbidden me from touching his books but desperate times need desperate measures. I went to the library and unlocked Eric’s special shelf. Placing the ancient manuscripts on the table I set off to read. After browsing through a few books I got what I was looking for, ‘The Reincarnation Spell.

He moved with purpose, like he knew exactly where everything was without having to look. Six books landed on the table in front of me with a series of heavy thuds. "Advanced Elemental Manipulation," Cornelius announced, tapping the first book with one claw. "Theoretical Applications of Raw Magic. The Spellweaver's Handbook. Ancient Casting Techniques. Magical Theory and Practice. And Bloodlines and Power." "That's a lot." "You asked for the strongest." He flew to the front of the room, toward the platform where that strange spiral book spun endlessly. The one with no front or back page. No clear beginning or end.

“But fear is just the start.” Rising from his chair, he approached a grand bookshelf packed with tomes of ancient magic. My fingers trilled across the spines until I landed on the one I was looking for — a spellbook lost to most witches. I opened it up to a page that had a blood-red ribbon bookmark.

After I have heard Kruz and Clara talking, I was paranoid of my own shadow. I looClked through the shelves and found a steel box with a lock on it. The key in my hand heloed me expose the books to my sight. These were some powerful spell books and also a very detailed exolanation of the causes, symptoms and results of those spells and curses. I looked for the particular one, the one she gave me when I was going to perfrom the ritual for the first time.