Books About White Magic Novels & Stories

Lark said. Earth released his grip and he can't see Lark anymore. “Why? Where did you go?” Earth asked. “Oh, you can't see me now, that's because you are seeing me for the first time, it's just temporary. "So only by physical contact can I see you" he still couldn't believe it. Now that there is somebody he can speak to, he no longer felt lonely. "Do you know what is the name of this house of the academy?" he asked and continued asking more questions such as where can he find the books that contains information about the academy of magic and the like.

But perhaps she had some books on witches as well. I needed to do something. Briana was in school most of the day, even though I told her she was more than welcome to stay home. I think she needed the distraction as much as I did. I walked to the library and saw some books that might be helpful. They discussed the difference between white and dark magic and how each type of magic changed someone. Performing dark magic required massive amounts of anger and evil, the more you performed dark magic the darker your soul became. Some spells even took some of your soul. I think that Jade’s spell was one of those, seeing as she said, "take my soul to bring him death."

I closed my eyes and concentrated, but I was betrayed by my mind, which was filled with the concerns of my wolf, anxious for the Alpha, whose distance I could feel. “Is this what you call light?” Elara's voice brought me back to reality, and as I opened my eyes, I realized that the plants were starting to catch fire. “Light doesn't burn, it doesn't cause harm. White magic is pure. Think of something you love deeply and want to protect, and try again!”

As Sable delved deeper into the book, she discovered a section dedicated to elemental magic—a topic that resonated deeply with her. The pages were filled with intricate diagrams and instructions on harnessing the power of fire, water, earth, and air. Eager to put her newfound knowledge into practice, Sable ventured back to the sacred grove where she had obtained the pendant. With the crystal of eternity pulsating around her neck and the Book of Ancients clasped firmly in her hand, she stood facing a mighty oak tree.

“Since the rest of the library was empty I assume that the necromancer walked to the abandoned house, took the books off the shelves and forgot this one behind” Elizabeth opened the book and rummaged through the pages “This is a harmless book for the most part, it is mostly cabalist magic or ones based on bending nature…nothing too sinister, with some exceptions, but significant since a lot of people practising magic use the book as an initiation” the enthusiasm on her voice was contiguous, it was definitely a clue. She smiled as she perused trough the tome while she reached a page that was titled invisibility, the book suggested it was a ring there was a footnote about it being more of a cl

“Gavyn was forcing Fabian’s hands by using every trick he could from the ancient book.” My brows knitted in confusion. “What ancient book are you talking about?” The hairs on the back of my neck rose. There is only one book that I knew Warlocks possessed, but Fabian is guarding it with his life. That book is dangerous. It was not called The Book of Damned for nothing. The Book of the Damned contains powerful dark magic spells and is considered the most potent record of dark magic. If it fell into the wrong hands, who knows what may happen?

Like the book knew me. I pushed that thought aside and turned the first few pages. Most of the entries were familiar types of magic—herbal mixtures, minor warding spells, protection charms, and potion recipes. The kind of practical witchcraft that most mages learned during their years at Rosewood. But I wasn’t looking for those. I flipped slowly through the pages, searching for anything that felt even remotely familiar. Anything that might explain the wings. Or the blood. It took several minutes before I found something.

I carried it back to the table and placed it beside the listening device. Another cry came through the speaker. I looked toward it. Then back at the journal. I opened it. I had read these pages so many times that I knew some of the entries by memory. But tonight I wasn’t looking for the White Wolf. I was looking for the curse. I turned several pages, scanning my grandmother’s handwriting until I found the section I remembered. My finger traced the first line. ‘When the White Wolf carries the children of the cursed bloodline, the unborn may draw the curse from the affected before their birth.’

Tears of sorrow ran down her freckled cheeks as she pulled at her red hair. Mom was extremely unwell. It’s not okay to have extreme mood shifts within minutes. “No, Mom,“ I said, taking my phone back. “Elaine is a friend, and she only practices white magic.” “White magic is Devil’s worship in disguise. It’s unholy and unclean. Magic destroys lives and souls just like it did to our family,” said Mom. She was not ready to calm down or listen. “Okay, Mom,” I said, tossing my phone onto the bed. “Relax.”

I was well aware that my respond was too fast and too forced, but there was nothing I could do about it now. “This is ritual magic.” she tapped a finger on the paper, right where it said nightshade oil. “Everything here, and I mean, all of them are dangerous stuff. Some of these aren't even sold openly anymore, which brings me to ask, what exactly are you trying to do?” “It's not like that.” I laughed, a little too nervously. “It's just…. I'm trying to learn for myself. You know, I'm just trying to study. To grow too.”