Book Eating Magician Novels & Stories

Suddenly, Jack sat down next to granny, ran his fingers through his hair and said calmly: “we have to get the book to destroy that thing before it’s too late” “What book?” I thought to myself as I saw Kevin nod his head in agreement and look at granny asking: “are you sure granny about what you want us to do? Do you think Mia can do that? She still knows nothing about magic or witchcraft. What if she loses control?” Granny sighed anxiously replying: “I don’t know. But we have no other way, she will have to go through it and I am relieved that she has you by her side now”

I almost feel like Sasha is pressing forward a little to help Ari get past her fear of the unknown. Our food comes out moments later. There is so much food on our table that there isn’t even room for our drinks. We eat quickly, though, and slowly pile the plates up, making more room. I tend to eat bigger meals as channeling magic takes energy. We stay quiet while we eat as we both take in the information.

“That is why we are here, to get information about the raven magic. We must first know what your powers are before we can think about what your task is…” She ate quietly for a while, “Don’t you need any help Pa and by the way you need to eat breakfast…” “I can manage Cleopatra”, he answered, “Give me some time…” “Father, I insist you should eat first…” After a moment of hesitation Edgar joined her at the table and ate his meal. “Why don’t we use magic to find the book?”, she asked. “These books about old magic are not ordinary books, they have been made and sealed with magic, to protect it from those who seek to do evil. Our powers are useless against it”, he explained.

"Since you have made your choice, I will set my new rules among the four of you!" "Four of us!" Exclaimed Mr Smith in surprise. For the first time after a long time, he began speaking. "Why the four of us, my good Mistress? Or have you forgotten that I have nothing to do with this? I'm not against you and I have never done any wrong to do." He bowed slightly before Magaritha. "To prove my innocence, didn't we make some business transactions, not long ago? Of course, we did! I sold you one of the most sophisticated magic books, that you have read in your whole life, didn't I? Yes, I did!"

It was hand written. She went on, flipping the book and stopping to read through some parts of it. It was a book about spells and she found herself laughing at the silliness of the thought that magic was still in existence. Some of the spells in the book made Matilda to shake her head and conclude that the book had been written during the time that witches existed. Some of the recipes in the book had ingredients like a two day old crow's blood, the crushed bark of a cider tree, four leaved clovers, mint leaves that had bloomed in the summer and many other bizarre ingredients.

I feel my face cringe. “Oh Kas, honey, you don’t have to worry about that. We have the magic of television on our side.” She motions her arm to the side of the set. A man comes out with a cart with plates of perfectly cooked Beef Wellington. Ramona waves Bronx up to join us. He comes on stage and stands next to me, placing his hand on the small of my back. “Kas, Bronx gave us the phone number for your personal chef. A delightful woman named Mrs. Miller. She told me you don’t have a recipe written anywhere, but she did her best to tell us what she believes it is.” “Oh, well, if anyone is going to know, it’s Mrs. Miller. She’s the best.” I clap and nod.

“You’re so....easy to scare. It’s adorable.” “A-adorable?” I stammer, tugging at the bacon grease soaking into my robe. “I’m covered in food, my heart is about to explode, and you think that’s adorable?!” Her grin only widened. She leaned forward, her elbows on the table, biting her fingertip like she was trying to contain herself but failing, because she was clearly enjoying every second. Then she snapped her fingers. In a blink, the bacon and eggs vanished from my chest, the floor, everywhere. And reappeared, neatly, back on the plate that had magically reformed in my hands.

Celeste grits out, struggling to keep her grip. Nate curses loudly. “She’s a little too—ooompf!” Nate stubles back. “She kicked me!” “Nate, get help!” Celeste cries out. Just then two kitchen staff members rush in, panic on their faces, and a familiar voice bellows from somewhere else in the room, “Enough!” Mr. Len storms into the cafeteria, his expression grim. Magic radiates off him like heat from an open flame. He slams his palm onto the floor, and a sharp pulse of energy bursts outward. My body locks, muscles trembling, vision blurring as the spell weighs me down.

Zane smiled with good humor and stood on the right of the magician, with me on his left. “This next trick is one I learned straight from the lips of Harry Blackstone himself,” the magician said, and though I could clearly see the werewolf wasn’t old enough, I smiled and nodded. “Many years I studied under him, and this he told me: practice until it becomes boring, then practice until it becomes beautiful! With that, he conjured a little box from seemingly thin air and then, with a little bow, invited me to open it. I did so, then gasped.

Tiled black from top to bottom, the latest and best appliances gleam atop grey and white marble counter spaces. A delicate scent fills the air. I have no idea what it was, but it makes my mouth water. “I hope you eat meat. Mildred never touched it.” “No,” I say. “Meat diminished the power of her magic.” “She was a light caster, right? We didn’t discuss her magic much.” “Yes.” I put the wine down, and lean against the counter, watching him chop celery into very small chunks. It is mesmerizing, the way his long fingers handle the vegetables so delicately.