Antique Witchcraft Books Novels & Stories

And I know of a way to produce the necessary amount of magical energy: the Blood Ritual. It is a banned ritual, highly taboo. I would have never even known about it, if it weren’t for all the books Ann used to smuggle from the Forbidden Section of the library. The ritual needs blood of two magical beings. It also needs to be performed when both the Altairain moons are full. I will of course be offering my blood. And I’ll have to ask Aldrich if he's willing to offer his blood.

I finished, clutching the book tightly. He looked surprised at first, then understanding flooded his eyes as he nodded, allowing me to do my thing. I walked over to one of the tables in the library, placing the book on top of it. I can't lie, I was really excited to see what she has written in this book. Out of all the spell books I've read, especially the big one Dan gave me, written by ancestral witches, none of them were really written by Ameris. The only exception was some of her "creation" spells she had inputted in the book. Other than that, there was nothing else.

I just had to fine one for this. I have tried three cloaking spells from three different Grimoires and none of them worked. I think that it's because all of them are dated a thousand year back. I found one that dated two thousand years back and took one cloaking spell from it. The books in general have been helpful a lot. I now even know that even though I have my own power, I can still get more power, before we had witch wolves, we had witches. They were all just humans with incredible power.

The handsome Alpha really had a nice and warm side to I'm contrast with his I sat up abruptly and stretched my tired hands, a sense of determination filling me. I rolled up the sleeves of my nightie and tied my head into a bun as I turned to the book on the shelf that was under a camouflage spell. I needed to study the Book of Witch Mysteries because it was the only possible way I would be able to find my way around managing my dark magic. I walked over to my bookshelf and flicked my hand tiredly, I had been feeling weak and drained out. Once the magic spell was released and an ordinary looking book was changed with a light puff of cloud and I pulled out the ancient tome, running my hand ove

“It’s normal, Gina. I have gotten that face so many times so I do not find it offensive. I have heard a lot about you, Gina. Gina? Why was he calling me by my first name, we just got to know each other. He sighed and passed a book across the table and Alaric grabbed it with apt. I got closer and tried to see what was in it. It was a picture of a human who had a spiral scar. The one Alpha Geri told us about. “This is an ancient book that was written in blood by one of our ancestors who also happened to be a witch. These things occurred about four hundred years ago and now they are back,” Lucas said. “What do you mean they are back?” I asked. One of the men at the table slid three papers in my

I said pulling three thick books from my bag and slamming them on the table. He rolled his eyes and looked at me with a bored expression. "You think the answer is in some musty old books?" he asked. "Trust me, I've looked." "Just listen," I ordered. "I spent hours in the Alpha's library trying to find something...anything about witchcraft. After scrawling through almost every book I was beginning to think I was going mad but then I realised something. The books I was looking through were stories and historical facts about the pack- not top secret information concerning magic. A long and exhausted story involving a thorough search for a key no bigger than my thumbnail later I had access to th

I press my lips into a thin line and move on. The third grimoire is thicker, darker, filled with the more obscure records I’ve gathered over time, rituals and warnings, fragments of older traditions. My pulse picks up slightly as I flip through it, hoping to stumble across some half-lost truth. I even find references to cursed wolves and blood-bound shapeshifters, but still… no mention of that name. No mention of those red eyes. I lean back, exhaling hard. Just as I’m about to give up, my eyes land on a fourth book, small, unassuming, bound in dull gray hide. One I almost never open. It’s handwritten and filled with anecdotal entries from witches who lived long before my time.

There were large leather-bound books, most of which looked shabby due to dust or old age. An old gold-bound book with foliage ornaments was located on the topmost bookshelf. It looked the thickest of all the books there. I was curious and looked at the contents. This book explains everything about witches, from rituals to how to fight with them. It was probably written by our predecessors. But some of the pages at the back talked about potions from plants as well as treatment steps using magic spells. I guess it's more similar to the rituals of white witches. I closed it and put it back on the shelf. Then I heard

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

He guides me back towards the main street and into the crowd. Some streets away, just as he said, stood an old house with a sign at the front that stated ‘Practitioner’, and then I assume the same is written in other languages beneath it. We went inside and I was immediately taken aback. From floor to ceiling stood shelves filled with mixtures and concoctions, herbs and books that glowed and moved. It was the most miraculous thing I’ve ever seen. The shelves that held everything along the walls were made out of a dark wood with etchings that reminded me of runes from television shows about witches.