Books About White Magic Novels & Stories

“Well, uh, a long time ago, when I was looking into spells and incantations, trying to figure out how your father and I could be together without angering both sides, I came across a very powerful spell that I thought might be our answer. I didn’t even know if I’d be formidable enough to cast it. But more importantly, your father told me not to. And I had to listen, because of how greatly it would’ve affected him.” The thought of casting spells made Ru uneasy, especially after she’d been warned at the church on Holy Island that she could be in big trouble if she did so. “What kind of a spell?” she asked. “It’s white magic, Ru, so it isn’t evil. In fact, it was originally performed by the Nep

This has been the only reason why I never tried to summon my parents again, Nuna's Grimoire had a warning and so I didn't want to ignore the warning, I did what I was supposed to and did the spell only once. "She said that the we need to break the blood bond and that the book will come back to us. " Georgina said. "Blood bonds are created with blood magic, this means using dark magic, Elena is a white witch, she doesn't do blood bonds." She said. "What if the bond was already broken ? Can we summon the book then?" I asked them.

“I thought it might be a good place to write the spells and everything down? You can use a spell to hide them so that only those you allow to see it can see the spells.” Willow takes the book curiously. It already looks old but in more of a cool, antique way than a dusty attic way. Maybe this will help? Since that day she unlocked everything her mind has been overwhelmed with the amount of information she’s been told: spells, magic, potions, and everything else at that. Maybe writing them down will free her mind slightly?

Magic they feared. I run my fingers across the cracked spines until I find what I’m looking for: Ancient Witchcraft of the Forgotten Era. Bound in deep green leather, barely holding together. The writing on the cover is almost worn off. I carry it to one of the heavy tables near the back and sit. The pages whisper as I turn them, the old ink uneven, some parts blurred by time or water damage. Spells of healing. Curses of madness. Rituals of possession. Nothing I haven’t seen before—

“I didn’t know.” “Know that you brought a bigoted murderess to our door?” Magnus spat at her. “I didn’t know.” She said softly and hung her head. “I think we are done with witch mentoring.” He took off his clothes and burst into his wolf. The giant black wolf with a white stripe on his chest bounded towards me, yipping. He sailed over me at the last moment, turning in play. My wolf engaged and began to run towards the back of the property. A run was exactly what I needed. The wicked witch was dead by her own dark magic. Dark magic that tried to kill me. The monsters that hide in plain sight are the scariest.

Eleanor’s POV My heart skipped a beat as I spotted a book bound in black leather. Gold letters on the cover proudly declared its title: "Mastery of Magic." A shiver ran down my spine as I opened it, scanning its pages for any guidance on the powers that had both blessed and troubled me. There, written in simple and clear words, was a guide on how to control the very magic that now felt like a wild force within me. A surge of hope filled my heart. This book might be the key to mastering my gifts, to unlocking the secrets of my magic and understanding my past.

Epheba walked along the beautiful courtyard of Gwen's mansion, it was evening and a smile appeared on her face as she stared at the beautiful flowers that were in the gardener... she moved closer to a white rose and brought her finger close to it and the moment her finger came in contact with the rose it completely withered and affected the remaining flowers in the garden... the smile on her face widened as she stood there for a few seconds staring at what she had done... she had touched it with dark magic and had expected to wither when she did but a small part of herhaf expected something otherwise to happen.... could forbidden magic bring life into something... the sam fingers that she us

Countless shelves lined with weathered books and scrolls stretched into the distance, promising untold secrets and forgotten wisdom. They made their way through the labyrinthine aisles, their eyes scanning the titles and searching for any mention of Lycans or black magic. Dust danced in the rays of sunlight that filtered through stained glass windows, lending an ethereal quality to their journey. Finally, they discovered a section dedicated to ancient legends and forbidden knowledge. The books here were wrapped in worn leather, their pages delicate and yellowed with age. Rey's fingers traced the spines until they settled upon a tome titled "The Chronicles of Shadows: Unveiling the Secrets of

— We have a division in magic manipulation. I agreed, watching her close her hand, and some of the books from the shelf came towards us, piling up on the hidden table in the darkness. It was amazing to see, and I could hardly believe my luck. Now I was there, watching books floating in front of me. It was really quite a change. — Witches, Sorceresses, Wizards, Wicca, and Archmages. — Right.

"Everyone knows the Rivera girl is a rare white wolf. Her pups will be top-tier Alphas, every single one. Whoever mates her becomes the future Alpha King." "And look at her—the Moon Goddess must've carved her by hand." "A wolf like that, blood like that, Is Damian insane?" "Poor Rivera girl. Her own mate doesn't even want her." The whispers circled. Everyone was certain I'd name Damian—they'd all seen how badly I'd fallen for him. In my last life, I worshiped Damian as my savior. White wolves are rare, which means my life was never peaceful. I got snatched by rogues once.