Antique Witchcraft Books Novels & Stories

It contained rituals, spells, and objects that could keep various creatures like vampires, werewolves, energy shifters, etc. Eric had brought it about 400 years ago just to read it for fun. Most of the spells and rituals were useless but occasionally certain rituals and spells turned out to be right. We had been surprised by the author's ability to get them right, through a fluke. Eventually, we realized that the spells and rituals that were arranged cleverly in a pattern amongst useless spells so that none of the creatures that came across the book would suspect anything. We had foraged through the libraries destroying all the copies of this book. The one in my hand is the last copy. I went

I wasn’t here to make friends, and no one was going to stand in my way. I needed something… something only one particular witch could give me. A spell strong enough to compel a werewolf Alpha to do something against his will. It's time to make Nathan mark me. I stopped in front of an old antique store. The doors had symbols on them—humans would think it was just creative art. The energy coming from it was cold and unsettling. I pushed the door open and stepped in. The smell of herbs and burning sage filled the air. There were no lights, only candles—lots of them—giving brightness to this creepy place.

The entire left page was occupied by a complex geometric ornament based on a multi-pointed star. Lorenzo had been battling with the ancient language for an hour already, the lines blurred before his eyes from time to time, and when the sharpness was brought up again, the words were somewhat different, and the translation had to be started all over again. The book was the most ancient and most forbidden of all devoted to the witchcraft arts. One of a kind, unreplicable. It came into the possession of the sanctifier by chance, during the arrest of a magician, four years ago. None of the inquisitors then paid any attention to the old dusty little book lying on the topmost shelf, tattered and to

And by preferring to engage in a battle of bruised egos with me, he was playing into my hands and he had no idea about it. A few weeks after I found out the Mayerts had accepted my offer of help and that they were coming here to sign the deal like I wanted, I was fortunate enough to meet a witch here in the pack. She hadn’t been in practice for over a decade but she still commanded a great deal of power, one talk led to another and she assured me she had a way to solve my problems without the need for war. She gave a book passed down from the great witches from her coven, the Book of Impossible Tasks written by the first witch of the North. No supernatural creature had ever been able to pass

" She had too much excitement in her voice. So I nodded before I proceeded to ask her what it was. "What you're touching with your hands is a holy Grail of witches. It is too holi for you to behold with your eyes and that is why I asked you to close them. You can witness it by touch instead." Holy grail of witches? What was that? "This book contains all the secret spells and tricks that witches use. What's more is that you can use it as a werewolf?" I gasped. I had heard about such a book but I never knew the name was Holy Grail.

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:

Seeing the stack of books piled up high on top of the table I knew I had found the right table. “Alec, I think we should go look in the kitchen. No one is back here.” Savenia said. “That my dear is where you are drastically wrong.” Once we reached the back table I watched as Savenia looked at several of the titles of the books piled on top. “History of the Werewolves. Psychology of the Paranormal. Ancient Greek Mythology. Witches and their Divine Power. Fae and the Woodland Creatures. The History of Dracula and the Vampire Methodology. Werebears and Shifters of all Kinds. Whoaaa. Those are some serious titles. I wonder who checked all these books, then lifted them here.” Savenia said.

It has been too long since I opened the door. The drowsiness started to drift and soon I was able to think straight. I have been collecting valuables and various books since childhood. Since every battle. Some of them were relics, I gathered from the fallen alphas who once stood in my path. Others carries much more values as they carry the wisdom of millennia and some powerful spells I stole from Hecate before breaking our paths. I opened the lower most drawer knowing there were only two books, one with titled ‘The book of curses and potions’ and another I was looking for, ‘The book of Dead’. I didn’t open it and put it in my bag before walking out my study.

Practically a prisoner. “I have another reason for wanting to go to town,” she said suddenly. “Oh?” I asked. Internally, I smirked. Knew it. “In the library basement, I have a collection of very old books. Books that were smuggled out of the north during the witch hunts,” she said slowly. She glanced at me quickly and looked away again. “My mother and her sister were both witches. They were able to save some of the old grimoires and spellbooks. My aunt is the one who taught me how to use magic, after…”

Roger and Clarke said in unison. “News flash, I am not myself right now,” Miranda gestured, using her thumb to point at herself. Her body was a virgin, but the one she was stuck in was not. “Pure in this case doesn't mean a virgin status,” Lazarus scratched his head. “Why are you scratching your head? That makes me even more worried,” Nigel complained. “Well, the goddess Hecate wrote this book —” He hesitated. “Who's that?” Roger asked. “She's the goddess of witchcraft,” Miranda spoke up. “I read about her in the Vanderwolf's library. She is responsible for creating witchcraft. She is who the witches praise.”