Books About White Magic Novels & Stories

Grandmother takes me to the dungeons, and the guards already know why we are there. My grandmother, in a mind link, tells me to look up. "These are ancient rocks; you could also say they are living rocks. They protect themselves from harm. They consider magic harmful, so they use electricity to stop it. It is funny, really their kryptonite is rubber. Then, of course, every king has witches put wards of protection, keeping people out. Back to the rocks. Witches keep the rocks' weaknesses a secret, otherwise they would be useless as a protection against evil magic. I had already put on rubber shoes before coming into the dungeon. My magic will be unaffected.”

“The last three pages talk about how this man and his brother had bitter arguments on their beliefs. He had expressed his wishes there hoping that his brother would know the ways of God. Not the pagan way nor the family beliefs that giving offerings to the long gone dead white witch will make them live long. According to the old folktales, the first practitioners of craft magic were called ‘white witches’. They were one of the primitive people. They gave support to the community and were loved by the people, but then later on, they were hunted.” Marianne processed what he just said. “Hunted… yes I kind of remember my mum telling me a story about the white witches that were once good people b

Ximena places her stuff quickly in a neat pile and I place the box on the ground before unpacking it. The thick books are all looking really old, with leather bindings, golden lettering, and thick yellow paper. I read the covers; Magia elemental, La historia de la magia, Un testimonio de la cacería de la brujas en la Espana, Guía de brujas, Libro de encantamientos, Libro de los muertos, Leyedas mágicas and book with no letters on its covers, just an upside down tree. I wonder what that one is about. For everyone wondering, here are the translations:

Gabriel mentioned that Heath was suspected of using it. "You see, my dear Estelle, there are two kinds of magic. The light and the dark. White magic is that which you perceive in the air. You have the ability to take it and do many things with it, but only if the magic accepts your request or not. Black magic is the opposite. It is the type of magic that is within each person. To take it, it is necessary to make human sacrifices. And unlike white magic, this one controls you. Dark magic is very dangerous, Estelle. Very few have dared to try to use it. You have to be very careful if you want to use it."

She raises her hand high to the sky and a black dust hurl in circles in her hand, materializing into a large book with covers made of skin and leather. “What is it?” I asked. “My book,” the White Witch answered plainly. “It gave me some insights on what sort of magic we are dealing with.” The White Witch wondered off into the forest again, reading. “Where do you think she is off to now?” Conrad asked. “I don’t know,” I replied. It was getting cold but cold was nothing to wolves especially under the full moon. “What do you think she mean by ‘intriguing and shocking at the same time’?” I asked Conrad.

Might as well read through what Marcus brought her and try to distract herself. As she sorted through the books and made a list of what she wanted to read first, she found a small leather book with no title or decoration. She opened it, and discovered the pages were handwritten. There was no title, no author listed. The handwriting was very neat, but it was a calligraphy style she wasn't entirely familiar with. She was able to read the first few words, but it took some time to decipher. The opening lines read, "What follows is a close examination of the properties of Blood Magic and how to perform such works. This instruction is most important for the Children of Lilith, and it can only be u

Noe, release it with Marakata stretching at Harper" I instructed. She followed and released it into her. The power engulfed Harper, taking her above her feet and dissolving into her. Her eyes were showing emanating green fire and she came down and her eyes turned back to normal. "Destroy the knife and send the demon back to hell" I said, saying a spell and she followed by stretching her hand at it and releasing light into it. The dark power started coming out from it and then the knife exploded with the table. "Wow.. Mara is very powerful" Harper said in awe. "You both are.. I am getting a new dining table, '' I replied. I made a spell and a magic book that belonged to my mother appeared in

At least, not until it was necessary to do so, which was never going to be the case because I was not going to allow it. One of the villains remarked, "Well look what we have here, the royal family is back together!" My father confronted me with this question, "Michael, what are you trying to accomplish with my family?" The fact that the white wolf had been assigned to be my betrothed prompted me to pose the following question: "Well." "What is he talking about, Lucifer?" Michael questioned. "Who are you, anyway?" My mother gave me this response: "Well, you see when Lucifer and I were younger, he promised me that if one of his children was blessed with the powers of the white wolf, they wou

‘Fine, I am giving you another chance, but before killing Caleb, get rid of her mate, she needs to die first otherwise, she will keep causing troubles for us’ three witched looked at each other in horror, he was asking for something impossible for them, was he testing them? ‘But Master, we told you that she can absorb our magic, it is beyond our capability to kill her with magic, do you want us to poison her or kill by physical weapon?’ Cecilia took up the charge and asked like the deal was in process. ‘She is white wolf; it won’t be easy for you guys to kill her. Not even by poison or any weapon, you have to find the way to kill her, and I am sure you will find it’ the man only needed the r

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.