Antique Spell Books Novels & Stories

Still the rain didn't look like stopping anytime soon so she thought she'd look around, maybe she could find a cheap copy of one of the classics she liked. Tara dropped this idea as she began to wander between the shelves, the books all seemed very odd. Those which she could read the titles of were things like 'The Occult Magick of the Amazon', 'Guide to the Dark Dimension', 'John Dee's Rituals', 'Demon Summoning' and 'Aleistar Crowley's Full Works'. Tara thought she'd heard of the last guy, some sort of mystic from before the Second World War. However the odd books didn't disturb half as much as the things which were dotted around the book shelves. All manner of weird items such as wands, a

She wasn’t the focus of all the attention. With a candle lit, April went about reading the spell from one of the many grimoires Betty had hoarded over the years. If April was correct, it was not hers, but belonged to an ancestor. She may have not thought to look through it for this spell. With two pins in her hands, she passed them through the flame three times. Speaking an incantation carefully. She didn’t want anything to go wrong with this spell.

She scoured ancient texts and scrolls, searching for any hint of forgotten power or hidden strength. Hours passed, and Lola's eyes burned from reading by candlelight. Just as she was about to give up, she stumbled upon a dusty, leather-bound tome. The title faded, but she could make out the words "Beast of Gévaudan." Her heart raced as she flipped through the pages, reading about an ancient and powerful creature that once terrorized the lands. The spells within promised immense strength and near invincibility, but they also carried dire warnings of the cost.

The antique shop was not far from our house on the west side. I slowly pushed open the door, which was dark as usual. The rusted door creaked, indicating that the shop had been neglected. It was quiet and dusty everywhere. "Hello?" I yelled out, but no one answered. I noticed a blue lighting bulb on a shelf facing the window and strolled up there discreetly, examining the titles of books on the shelf. The ‘Abracadabra of Spells’ was the title of one that caught my eye. "A strange name, Abracadabra is really a magical chant "I mumbled as I took the book.

We stopped in front of a particularly large shelf and he leaned against a nearby desk, his muscles flexing under his shirt. “There are some spells that all witches can do and then there are the spells that a witch can create themselves depending on their level of power.” he strides towards me all broad shoulder and muscle before he leans against one of the desks. “What I need to find out is if Odette created the spell or if it already exists. If it is written in these pages,” he surveyed the room, his hand gesturing to the countless books. “The anti spell will be written here.” I nod my shoulders dropping as I look at the thousand of books, thinking where on earth would we start as I imagine

Rama climbed up onto the table and sat there with his bright yellow eyes fixed intently on Raquel as she flipped through the pages. She mumbled, "There must be a spell or an incantation in one of these books that will work as well as his blood," as she flipped through the pages of the volumes. "There absolutely has to be!" After waiting another hour, she put the antique book away and reached for another one. Her moldy old tomes had taken her mother a lifetime to amass in her collection of antiquated books. There was no doubt that one of them knew how to cast the magic that she required.

he grabbed Jared in a headlock, ruffling his hair aggressively. Jared looked none too fazed, rolling his eyes slightly, as if he was used to his dad doing things like this, though I saw a hint of a smile on his lips. "The reason I brought you here was because of this," he went over to one of the shelves, pulling out a huge, emerald-covered book from it. "The witches left the book here, it is said to contain an extensive list of spells and potions in there that is not easy to find in other spell books. It's ancient, consisting of easy spells, to hard ones, and even some spells they conjured themselves," he explained, handing over the book to me.

“It was a childhood favorite of mine. She loves it too.” “Of course she does.” Jim carefully tucked the books back where he’d found them. He scanned the few movie titles Zoe had, a bit surprised by her eclectic taste before moving on to the wall-mounted organizer. Flipping through her sketchbook of drawings, he brushed his fingers over the pencils, markers and colored pencils that were clearly among her most prized possessions before landing on a small, tattered stuffed animal. Lifting it from the tangled covers, Jim ran his hand over its fluffy faux fur, straightened a floppy ear. He smiled. “This thing is cute as hell.” He held it out so Teri could see. “Who’s this?”

she murmured. That made my spine tighten. I followed her gaze to the book. It didn’t belong. The others were worn, faded, labeled in neat script. This one was darker, the leather cracked and uneven, its spine completely blank. No dust or markings. “Okay,” I said, keeping my tone light even as my instincts screamed. “Let’s not touch the creepy, unlabeled object in the ancient magic library” She swallowed. “It feels like it already touched me” I took another step forward. “Lyra, seriously…” I shuddered in goosebumps.

She would however change the topic whenever I probed. 'Scarlett. ' She warned when I stretched my arm to pick it up. ‘ If I am a warlock like you claim then I need to know. ' No matter how hard I tried to turn around and face Astra, my eyes remained glued on the book. It was as if it's presence was compelling me to open it and go through every page. A wooded box sat beside it, catching my attention all of a sudden. I closed my eyes to shove down the itch, to regain control over my emotions. ' Yes Scarlett, it is a book of spells, written by different warlocks over the years. '