Antique Spell Books Novels & Stories

My hand drifts toward one of the volumes. The title alone makes me draw back. The History of Witches and Warlocks. I nearly drop it. Such books are forbidden within these walls, condemned as dangerous, heretical. Even Father, stern though he was, would never have permitted one in his library. How then is it here, in the attic, with others like it? For when I look again, I see more titles lined along the shelf and strewn upon the table. The Book of Spells and Witchcraft. Witches and Courts: The Battle. Battle of Magic. Witches and Their Origin.

The enormous doors opened with a whine, Amethyst felt incredibly victorious. Soon as she got in, her tiny nose was pervaded by the smell of ancientness. The books were neatly placed on their shelves—the room was entirely clean as a whistle. Inaudible voices whispered shortly after Amethyst had walked along each of the shelves. She took out her spellbook and then began to chant a spell. "Éadrom!" A tiny yellow flame came to life on her right palm. Looking around was a layer of mendacious dust-covered everywhere on the surface of the objects in the library.

Caitlin summoned her knowledge of Latin, and knew that translated to: Three Books of Charms, Spells and Sorceries. Intrigued, she turned the cover, and saw that it was all in Latin. Luckily, her Latin was still good enough for her to translate in her head. The long title page read: “In which all the species and causes of spells are described and explained with the Philosophers and Theologians. With the ways to fight the illusions of Demons, and the refutation of the causes behind the power of Witchcraft. 1589. Venice.” Caitlin dove into the book, scanning through, turning the pages as fast as she could, looking for any mention of vampires, of how to heal or cure one, how to bring one back to

“Are you sure about this?” Emilia asked one final time. She held a book, large and heavy, full of flying specks of dust that would’ve had a human coughing fits. It was a spell book. Full of ancient spells that were pretty forbidden… and also illegal. But what greater hypocrites are there than the ones who hold power. Right?... ‘Ugh… if Alastair finds out about this…’ “It’s be convenient if you just told Alastair about this”.

"Freda, what knowledge do these books hold? Are they filled with spells or perhaps ancient rituals?" Freda's eyes gleamed with wisdom as she nodded. "Indeed, Sandra. Those books contain a vast wealth of magical knowledge. They hold spells, rituals, and incantations passed down through generations. They are a treasury of wisdom, offering guidance and insights into the realms of magic and the supernatural." I absorbed the information, my mind buzzing with the possibilities that lay within those ancient tomes. With my questions answered, I felt a sense of fulfillment in my exploration of Freda's sanctum.

She quickly moved on to the next step. “Spellcasting is more than just throwing energy around. There are words, incantations, and movements that enhance the power.” She walked over to a book resting on a wooden bench and flipped through the pages. “Here. Try this one. It is a simple energy manipulation spell.” I took the book, scanning the ancient script. The words felt foreign, yet familiar, as if they had always been buried somewhere deep inside me. Luminare exanthis, feron voltara.

The book landed in my hands with a satisfying weight, its leather cover cracked with age, its title etched in fading gold. A Compendium of Ancient Witchcraft and Binding Laws. Good. Very good. This wasn’t light reading. This was the kind of book that bit back if you skimmed. Spells layered atop spells. Margins filled with warnings. Cross-referenced disasters. I carried it to a long wooden table and opened it carefully, the pages whispering as they parted. If Selene had created the curse, then she had followed rules—even if she bent them. And if there were rules, then somewhere in this library, in these forgotten texts, there had to be a crack. A flaw. A way in.

Once fully dressed, she stepped silently toward the desk and pulled the black book out from under the pile. Her eyes widened. The cover had no title, but as she opened the first page, she froze. "This is it..." she whispered. The book was full of ancient spells, rituals, and incantations written in both witch language and the common tongue. There were spells for shadows, binding magic, blood rituals, and energy transfers-everything Bruce had refused to teach her. Everything she begged him to show her. She flipped the pages faster, her hands shaking. "This... This is everything."

That was all, but I had been wary of the knowing smile he had given me for a split second. "Yes." I muttered, waiting for him to leave before I opened the book. "That would be all." He bowed, leaving the room. The librarian wasn't an old man with a face covered in grey hairs. He was young, older than I was, but younger than the stereotype and definitely weirder. I scanned the book and realised the order of druids contained spells translated to English. These were too useful to be locked away and forgotten inside this dark, cold room. The book listed the spells numbered in ascending order. A few of them had symbols next to them and a how-to-use description attached to it.

There must be a reason she reacted so shocked. "Not anymore as far as I know. It became extinct many long years ago. There's no way it could be it." "Tell us Rhona, everything" Rhona sighed. She moved to the shelve housing different sort of witches spell books, including ancient ones. " Per menta mi cor tillate ulaz" An ancient looking book fell into her palm. Rhona brought it to the round table. "What's this?" Esther pulled the old, dusty book opened. "Everything I know of that magic." Rhona started.