Antique Spell Books Novels & Stories

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.

I say coldly. He steps back unconsciously, like the book might burn him just for looking at it, giving me a long hard stare. Then exhales. "This is one of the oldest book of the supernatural. This book shouldn't exist. It holds record of all the supernatural kinds and their powers. Known and unknown. It is called the Book of Spells." Alessia's eyes widens. "Spells? Like - magic?" Dathan nods slowly. "Older than the curse. Maybe the reason it exists. I've only seen symbols like this in the crypt of the Ancients, in forbidden records even the council doesn't touch. This, is why your father, Alpha Dimitris, sealed this place."

Going over seat back on his seat, he heard another minister speaking in a concerned voice, " But Your Highness! What about the ancient book? Is it safe to keep that in the castle or do you have plan of transforming it somewhere else?" The ancient book was left by a monk who secretly researched on Witches and Vampires for years. After he figured out that what magics could destroy them, he made a written copies of them. In a handly encounter with Cyrus, he managed to win the book from that monk. All this time, Cyrus was using those forbidden spells to capture those witches. In other words, the book not only contained the procedures of killing or capturing witches but also had the mention of ki

I smile admiring them. "Tomorrow is the day after a millennium of waiting, who is it going to be???" I was taken aback, since Nana spoke in Riddles, I don't understand any of the things she said "Err…..Nana..what do you mean?" I asked scratching my hair, "Tomorrow is the full moon, are you prepared?" "Yeah sure you said we are going to work at the Mansion tomorrow," I said "A heart exchanged for power, a soul sold to the devil, who will be mated to her?"

Make them believe that she was more? Annemarie held out a worn leather-bound book that had a surface etched with swirling symbols that seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly glow. An aura of power emanated from it that gave her the heebie jeebies. "This," Annemarie continued, "contains all the spells you need to familiarize yourself with. With this book, River, you can be anything you want to be."

“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.

“Is that not true?” I put my hand protectively on my belly, stepping away from him, not sure if he was stable enough to be around right now. He was furious and pacing back and forth; I felt like a caged animal. “Only those with the blood of the Red Oak Tribe can cast spells in those books,” he said through his teeth. “I kept it here for protection because if it fell into the wrong hands, it could be dangerous. It’s filled with dark magic and curses that could ultimately be our end.

More than once Gertrude fell into sneezing fits from the dust, her glasses falling off her face, and the faint scent of mildew was giving me a headache, but we didn’t stop searching. Finally, Gertrude let out a triumphant sound and pulled a large, leather-bound book from the shelf. Its cover was embossed with what looked like runes or maybe some ancient alphabet, and the pages were yellowed with age. She flipped through it carefully, her eyes scanning the text. “Hm. This might have something useful in it,” she said, handing the book to me. “It’s about ancient spells and curses. I don’t know if it’ll have any information on the spell you’re specifically looking for, but it’s a start, right?”

Magic they feared. I run my fingers across the cracked spines until I find what I’m looking for: Ancient Witchcraft of the Forgotten Era. Bound in deep green leather, barely holding together. The writing on the cover is almost worn off. I carry it to one of the heavy tables near the back and sit. The pages whisper as I turn them, the old ink uneven, some parts blurred by time or water damage. Spells of healing. Curses of madness. Rituals of possession. Nothing I haven’t seen before—