Book Of Spells Cyberpunk นิยาย & เรื่องราว

the book opened again to that exact page, and I screamed a little. “I’m going to prove it to you,” I said to the book like I was talking to an actual person. I read one of the spells, stretched my hands towards the shelves.” Phasmatos Motus Liber! Bring me the book I want. Phasmatos Motus Liber! Bring me the book I want.” I said it again, but nothing happened. “See, I told….” I was cut off with a book flying towards me and landing in my hands.

I sit up a little more in the bed, take a deep breath and whisper, “My Bloodline's Book of Power, My bloodline's book of spells. I call you to me.” I smile as my bloodline's book of shadows appears on my lap. I open the cover and slide my hand over the first page. I take a deep breath in and close my eyes, letting my magick blend with the book. As soon as I lift my hand, the pages start to flicker, knowing what I need and not stopping until it reaches the spell incarnation I need.

They were pretty, but they were destined for the bin. "I see you've come to grovel," she gloated. "Good luck with that." "Pardon me?" he asked. Belle rolled her eyes. Was he stupid or what? "I've been reading about witchcraft," she said, holding up the book in her good hand. "I know the spell has been deflected back onto you times three." "Oh?" Damien asked. "It says that?" Belle shook her head, wondering why he was playing dumb. "You know it does. You're the expert in this stuff. How does it feel, to be on the receiving end?"

I wished I could ask Grandma what should I do, it was the first time that I had to find a magical solution on my own. Suddenly, I realized something obvious, there were tons of magical books in my Grandma's house, most of them at the attic. I got upstairs and went through them searching for something like “Magic – a manual for idiots”, or “How to use magic only when you mean it”. Surely, there were no titles like that, but I found something that didn't look dramatically complicated, it was called “The book of spells”. I decided to go with that. I sat on the floor and started going through the first chapter. It described how the magic became a living force of every witch. Later, I read about

MIA'S POV As I delicately turned the worn pages of the Book of Enchantments, my eyes widened in disbelief. Each incantation revealed a darker secret, a more malevolent power than the last. The ancient script described spells that could rend the very fabric of reality, summon creatures from the shadows, and manipulate minds with a mere whisper. My heart quickened as I stumbled upon a page filled with vicious curses, each word practically dripping with malice. The realization struck me like a physical blow – this book, revered for its enchantments, was a weapon of unimaginable destruction.

Ruslan was sitting with Owlyn and the sleeping serpent. Halfway through copying the spell she stopped and stared, checking her writing several times to see if she got everything down right. It was strangely beautiful handwriting, not as ancient as hierography but strange and delicate and fluid, reminding her of the Voynich's manuscript. Now she understood why this grimoire was among Vasilisa's great treasures. "I'm done." Cassandra held up the sheet of paper covered with her own imitation of the sorceress's handwriting. Vasilisa floated quickly to her side and took the paper then read it:

Rather than succumb to the anger that sprouted when they refused to answer my questions, I began flitting through the stack of spell books Cordelia left outside. There was one in particular that caught my attention, mostly because of it’s cover. It was made from a pitch-black leather with an odd texture I’d never felt before. Each individual page was lined in silver so that they caught the light each time I turned to a new one. Just as I found the first spell in the book, and realized what type of magic this one depicted, Cordelia was taking it from my hands and snapping it shut. “Oh, no you don’t.” She shook her head much like Grandma did when she caught me gearing up to steal one of her sw

I’m trying to stall and avoid him from noticing so soon, so I can accomplish it without and disturbance, or without dying. I rushed back to the middle of the bridge, avoiding the steaming hot flesh that coated the mucky, blood, grounds and picked up the oldest and most fragile Dark Spell book Bahm had in his bookshelf. Avoiding this book for a really long while, for it had Hiliana's signature printed on the first page in old English letters, I was worried it would be too much for me to handle, but my sould is also purified by light, unlike his deranged birth mother, but last night I discovered a hidden spell to destroy....

Elias nodded and sprinted off. I stayed beside Selene, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You’re stronger than this,” I muttered. “Come on, fight it.” Elias returned a moment later with the thick, ancient spellbook. Its leather cover was worn and pulsing faintly as if the spell was still active within it. He opened the book carefully and flipped through the pages until he found the right one. “There,” he said, pointing at the incantation written in crimson ink. “It’s a disappearance spell. Meant to send the victim to a limbo or a location chosen by the caster.”