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Belle sat up in bed, using the buttons on the side to adjust the positioning as the nurse had shown her. The book, white with a pentacle on the cover, described the basics of witchcraft in terms even a layman could understand. Her older sister had been kind enough to drop it off, along with a change of clothing and a box of Thornton's continental—her favourite chocolates. According to this book, the spell Damien cast on her would be returned to him threefold.

Instead of smiling I yawn and go to my room. 000 It may not be Athens, but the fishing village at the northern side of the island of Spiros is quite lively. In the open-air market the islanders sell a large number of products, most of them are homemade or handmade. When I discovered the little bookstore, I almost expired with happiness. I was looking at the copies for sale for more than half an hour. Patrick was grumbling and bored- looking behind me, but I ignored him. I still had some pocket money left and I settled on the first three books of the Harry Potter saga. Thank God that the bookstore sells many copies in English, apparently its main clientele are tourists who pass on very freque

"The price of a basic spell book for Witches is the same as for Mage. It costs 1 silver coin. The price is expensive because to be able to save spells into books, the book materials must use special materials." "No problem, I can pay for it." Wilma immediately paid the money needed to buy the spell book. "Alright then, please wait a moment." The receptionist went straight into the office through the closed door inside the reception counter. Soon the receptionist came out carrying a few thick books covered in brown leather with soft fur. Wilma could feel the mana radiating from the book even though it wasn't big and threatening. Wilma was curious about the materials used to make the spell boo

I never thought that doing an enchanted craft can be this hard but how can a respectable school accept someone like me who only knows how to release her magic and knows nothing beyond it? “Practicing alone?” I was startled by the sudden voice who came from Lena. I never noticed her presence until she spoke and it seems like she’s been watching me for some time. I immediately shook off the dry leaves and dust that went clinging onto my dress and walked towards her. I told her this place so it wasn’t unusual to me that she came here looking for me. No one knows this place except for me and Lena so it is the safest place for us to use our magic. We’ve been practicing here since last year and Le

But cross her, hurt someone she loves, and the toy poodle turns into Cerberus. “I’m going shopping later today,” she says, coming back behind the counter and pulling a notebook out of the drawer under the register so she can start making a list. “Shopping” is code for she’s traveling to another coven to purchase magical supplies. “Do you need anything?” “Black salt and mandrake root,” I tell her quietly, eyeing the couple who went right to the romance section. We’re the only independent bookstore in the area, and after the last big chain retailer went out of business, things really picked up for us.

The title was also written on the first page. Annabelle Hale;this is my book of shadows. Book of shadows. What did that mean? She began to flip through the pages and her mouth dropped open in awe. It was a book of spells. Magic spells, healing spells, invisible spells, spell of curses, teleporting spells, spells of the past, spells to break a curse... "So many spells and incantations",she said softly. "Yeah. That book belonged to the world greatest Sorceress",Caleb said. "What happened to her?",Layla asked.

I mumbled with a full mouth. "There's extra in there. Let's keep moving." We turned the corner into another street lined with low brick buildings. One had a dusty window and a sun-faded sign that read Dog-Eared Pages. "This place is a little gem," Robbie said. "If you ever want to read up on modern stuff written for wolves from the old packs—this is where to do it. They even have books on magic you won't find in human shops." That piqued my interest immediately, but—

“Yes, I just wanted to let you know we found one of the answers we were looking for. You had mentioned that you would do your own research, and I didn’t want you to waste time trying to figure out how someone might not know they magic until adulthood when we already figured it out.” I lazily scrolled through the list of books on the computer screen that my search had pulled up. “Oh, splendid! So, let’s see then, you’re still wanting to find out how to prove who cast a fake mate bond spell and how to reverse it?” “That’s right.” A title in my list caught my attention: Crowns of Shame – A Complete History. “Alright, thank you for letting me know. I have to attend to some runaway sheep now, but

"I can only see it and make a calculated guess. Soul wounds are rare. They are powerful. But there are many reasons why one could have a wound on their soul, and I do not know yours." The disappointment hit harder than I expected. I'd been hoping for answers. Real answers. Not more questions. "Okay." I managed to keep my voice steady. "Thank you." I turned to leave, then stopped. "Can I borrow a book? For the holidays?" Cornelius flew in a small circle, clearly pleased by the change in topic. "Yes." "I want the strongest books Nocturne has on spell casting. And anything remotely about spellweavers." The gargoyle took off, wings beating the air as he zipped through the stacks. I watched him d

She was being flagged down by at least three different groups. I finished my meals and ale after about and hour of musing in the main room. I passed the time by bringing out the black leather-bound book out of my pack. It was my personal gift to myself. My own spell book. It only had two cantrips inside of it right now but I was excited about the space I would be filling up. There was plenty of room to add as many spells as I wanted. I could easily add in a hundred spells before I was tapped for space.