Novel & Cerita Antique Witchcraft Books

“If it is just once, can’t you accompany me?” “No,” flatly Edith refused. “I don’t feel comfortable there either way. Rather than that, let’s have you study this first.” Lady Edith pulled the chair for her to sat on before dumping a pile of thick seven-hundred-pages book in front of her. “This are the books to introductory to witchcraft and I— my dearest student— want you to study this all!” She chirped happily. Belle blinked at the pages that covered her face. She couldn’t even see the top of the pile, “You’re kidding.”

“It’s old, older than anything in the royal archives. It’s written in an ancient language, Greek or Latin perhaps, but there are annotations in a dialect none of us can fully translate.” Caelum brushed away a layer of dust and flipped it open carefully. The air filled with that papery scent of decay and magic, the kind that caused me to wrinkle my nose. The pages were filled with delicate, looping handwriting and sketches of sigils, and rituals, along with a few plants and herbs. “Yup, it's definitely a witch book.” I muttered, my eyes caught on a torn page near the middle, “Wait,” I said, pointing. “What is that?”

They were records that spoke of ancient wolf shamans and forgotten rituals. Back then she had merely been finding her roots, but now she was desperate. And desperate people often became dangerous. Her fingers brushed against the book's cover and the room immediately felt colder. For a brief moment, even Delilah hesitated. She was ambitious. Ruthless and Manipulative, but she wasn't foolish. Power always came with a price. Still… She opened the book and the pages shifted beneath her touch. Ancient symbols about dark rituals, binding spells and mind enchantments covered every page.

"Iris, you know they are banned. We can't go around looking for them." "Yeah, I know. But we may not have a choice. Most of the books on runes I found mentioned that they're used by witches. And none of the booka even had any indepth knowledge. Just surface stuff. And this is ancient magic, you know? So it makes sense that witches might be behind it. It hasn't been that long since witchcraft was banned, right?" "It's been over a century," Cassian reminded me. "Yeah," I agreed. "Not that long when compared to how long ago Wrath and Althea were alive."

Berilla gasped in realization, “So this is why she broke an oath on life after death!” The witch chanted, her voice doubled and echoed. Several things swung around in the heavy wind. The book was divided into three copies and landed in front of the leaders. Both witches' eyes widened in understanding. Then it must mean all of them had these books, as one book was with the witches, one will be with the beasts, and one in the Other World with demons. The witch kept her chants going and currents in the air grew fiercer. A whirlpool was born but the people in the room seemed unbothered.

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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."

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.

She dropped her bag to the floor and pulled out a stack of worn books, their covers frayed and stitched by hand. “But we didn’t come back empty-handed,” she said quickly, kneeling in front of me. “Look at these.” She placed them in my hands one after another. The pages were yellowed, the edges rough, filled with cramped handwriting and strange symbols. Some were notes on powerful witches from centuries ago. Others were diagrams of spell circles I had never seen before. There were markings about rare bloodlines, abilities that appeared only once in a generation, and rituals that felt both brilliant and dangerous.

The air smelled like old paper and moth balls. “This is the restricted section,” she said, gesturing to the shelves. “Most of these books are centuries old, filled with knowledge that’s been forgotten—or maybe even deliberately hidden. If there’s any information about the spell blocking your wolf, it’ll be here.” We spent the next hour combing through the shelves, pulling down books with titles like Ancient Curses and Their Remedies and The Lost Art of Mating Rituals. 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.