Book Of Shadows Charmed Spells Novels & Stories

His piercing eyes held a hint of mystery and intensity, drawing her in with their magnetic gaze. But this glaring creature was glaring down at her. His dark eyes were hostile, making her want to shrink to the floor and disappear. The way he looked at her was definitely the definition of the phrase, ‘if looks could kill’. “Who are you? A spy?” Roselia flinched at the displeasure in his voice. His dark cold eyes glimmered with a dangerous light and it made her shiver more than the dressing temperature. She couldn't help but think that this man was the perfect example of the inhumanely beautiful male she often read about in fictional stories.

He reached into the symbol, pulling out an old leather bound book. "This, my dear, is a very important grimoire, it's written in ancient Irish Gaelic. Duibhne will have to read it and explain what it says. The book contains all of your Shadowsoul bloodline spells and curses, including the remedies," he said solemnly as he slid the large book across the table to me. I was about to touch the old book when my mother invaded my thoughts screaming about the grimoire.

With these words, she disappeared again. The breath that I was holding left my lips as a gust of relief. It was better to get the book I needed as soon as possible and leave. If Valence found me doing something unexpected again, it wouldn’t bode well for me. I raised my right hand; palm open and chanted the spell to find ‘The Grimoire of tricks and lies.’ The moment I finished the spell and leather bound book zapped from the top shelf and landed straight on my palm.

The way to strip Lyra of her power, to make her vulnerable—just a girl with no divine protection. Holding the book tight to my chest, I peeped through to be sure no one saw me before running out of the library and bolting straight to my room, clicking the door shut. The moment the door locked behind me, I placed the book carefully on my bed with a wide grin on my face, pulling out my phone and redialing Aemond’s number. “I found something,” I whispered. “A spell. In a book called The Book of Shadows. It can disarm Lyra—strip her of her pendant’s magic.” My breaths came in quick, short gasps as I spoke.

"Vitam aeternam, doce mihi, lux perpetua. Lux solis invoco, exuro tenebras, ut ambulem inter lumen et umbram. Sol inter lucem et vitam me revocet." A gust of wind suddenly swept through the room, causing the pages of the books to flutter and the curtains to dance. Suddenly, there was a blinding flash of light, accompanied by a deafening crackling sound. The room seemed to shimmer and distort as if reality itself was being warped and manipulated by the forces I had summoned. I felt a surge of energy coursing through my veins as if the very essence of the spell was taking hold of me. The air crackled with anticipation, and I could sense the power building around me.

My hallucinogenic blend barely made him blink. But if that perfume is his weapon… I’ll turn it into his poison. I wrench open Margret’s old spellbook—my grandmother’s final gift. The pages are stiff, the ink faded, but the power sings between the lines. To unmake a shadow, one must feed it false light. To disarm the void, one must offer it a deeper mirror. Yes. Yes. The spell calls for roots soaked in moonblessed water, ashes from a cursed thornbush, and petals that bloom in grief. I raid every shelf in my apothecary, smashing glass, spilling powders, my hands flying with precision.

"I don't feel powerful. "But you are," she said firmly. "In your first incarnation, you wrote the Grimoire of Shadows. A book that contained all the supernatural spells and rituals. You used part of your own magic to enclose the creatures that could be invoked with the book. There is power inside those pages. A drop of its power, and it is already strong enough that only a human sacrifice allows the book to be read. Can you imagine everything that was left inside you compared to this drop?

Casting the spell that calls the air, Carol that represents the cold wind forms her crystal into a pendant with its distinct pattern of swirling wind. “Light, light, grant me heat.” With the flame that represents the order of fire, Charmaine smiles as she chanted the spell creating the image of her crystal into a ring that forms into an infinity loop that mirrors the flame fire. “Calling forth and caring, will the rain grant my wish.” Calling upon the elemental water as Mayumi chanted her spell, her crystal forms into a watch where time ticks endlessly like flowing water in the river. “Stomp and knock, rolling with life and glee, come for me the life of trees.”

Martha continued, her confidence growing. All the candles inside of the room went out. “What did I do?” Martha panicked. “Wait for it.” Inside of Martha’s palm, the pen glowed. A line of tiny runes appeared along the shaft. The brightness died out, the lights of the candle coming back to life. “Now that pen can kill a shadow,” Ava said. Nico and the other man came into the room again, carrying a box each. “Use this spell on the weapons,” Ava said, indicating the one Martha had just cast. Ava flipped through some pages. “Use this to recreate protective charms.”

Even if it ruins me. I open the book to the page marked with a black ribbon. The ink is faded, a dark reddish-brown that looks like dried blood. I begin to read the words out loud. My voice sounds small in the massive room, but the air starts to hum. The temperature drops until I can see my breath. The Living Shadow spell is short, but as I say the last line, the silence in the room snaps.