Books Like The Spellshop Novels & Stories

I knew most of the spells, starting from binding to healing, even cleansing spells. The book had this sweet musty smell that seemed to waft and linger in my nose. It's appearance was powerfully and mysteriously alluring. It's as if there was a magnetism I couldn't explain that pulled me into it. Curiosity began to brew deep inside, the need to go through every drawing and writing grew in minutes. I was however after a specific spell, the channeling spell.

Elizabeth said. When Elizabeth entered June’s room, she was ready with the book of shadows. This was a secret book that the three girls kept for writing down spells as they came across them. Most of the spell in the book had been copied from Northstar’s spell book and of course, he was unaware of this. “This spell is quite vague and not tested,” June said. “Remember we didn’t find any log-entry for this spell. Records say that no one has used this spell before so there’s no way we can tell it works.”

Countless books lined the shelves. Leaning forward, I picked up an old, rusty spellbook. After brushing off the dust and cobwebs, I opened it to find potions, magics, and spells of all kinds. “But how do I know which is the right one?” I wondered aloud. A brief silence followed. Then, a noise came from the back. My heart skipped. Moving closer to investigate, I spotted a small, aged book on the floor. Picking it up, I skimmed the first few pages. The book focused mainly on werewolves. Opening it further, my eyes widened—there, written boldly on the middle page, were potions, spells, and a cure for werewolf illness.

Normally, the coven would be the best place for it, except for the fact that the Supreme witch had never been interested in teaching me anything aside from healing magic because that was how the coven used me to earn big money. Fortunately, my one and only friend in the coven told me about a few bookstores that were selling genuine spell books for witches. Those stores even had their own online shops. All I had to do was answer three easy magic-related questions, and then I could choose from thousands of centuries-old books. I felt like a child in a candy shop. Not to mention that I could now afford most of the books I wanted.

After I have heard Kruz and Clara talking, I was paranoid of my own shadow. I looClked through the shelves and found a steel box with a lock on it. The key in my hand heloed me expose the books to my sight. These were some powerful spell books and also a very detailed exolanation of the causes, symptoms and results of those spells and curses. I looked for the particular one, the one she gave me when I was going to perfrom the ritual for the first time.

I reached for the shelves tagged Spell Books on Curses and took out one that caught my eye. It was a hardcover book. The cover was black, and on it was a gold imprint of a spell bottle. "Is it not funny how we keep meeting in unexpected places?" Prince Daryl's voice was small, careful not to enrage the librarian whose hawk eyes followed every movement of the students in the library. But even when it was a whisper, it still sent stills of caresses down my spine. "Perhaps you are stalking me, your Highness," I said, struggling to keep a blank face.

I say, without mentioning how this all relates to her being my mate. Harper just shrugs, still confused. “I don’t understand… but that's okay! I’m still so happy to have this magic book! I can’t wait to try all these spells! Oh! Which spell should I learn first?” My back straightens like a well-educated coach, ready to teach a very important class. “The cleaning spell would be a good place to start! And then the room expansion spell.” “Hmm... Why?” “Because I can’t stand this terrible living environment anymore!”

"The Grimoire of Imogene Greenreaver. Only those in my line shall read the words upon these pages. So mote it be." A shiver ran through Saffron as she read her grandmother's words. She turned the pages and found that this was indeed a book of spells, not just one of traditional remedies. Her eyes widened as she flipped through the spells. A tingle ran through her fingers as she read one for casting light in the darkness. Confused she looked at her hands. They seemed to glow slightly. She flexed her fingers experimentally. A spark of light shot from them.

She scoured ancient texts and scrolls, searching for any hint of forgotten power or hidden strength. Hours passed, and Lola's eyes burned from reading by candlelight. Just as she was about to give up, she stumbled upon a dusty, leather-bound tome. The title faded, but she could make out the words "Beast of Gévaudan." Her heart raced as she flipped through the pages, reading about an ancient and powerful creature that once terrorized the lands. The spells within promised immense strength and near invincibility, but they also carried dire warnings of the cost.

Chapter One A lot of things changed when I reached the age of fifteen. On the night of my birthday, my mother gave me a box she said it's her present to me, for the first time in my life my mother gave me presents on my birthday. It was wrapped in red cloth with a black ribbon tied on it. There was the excitement I felt as I started to open the box. I was almost amazed at what I saw. It's a spell keeper necklace that features a beautiful deep, blue cock topped glass vial containing a blend of herbs and its vial is suspended from a Tibetan triquetra charm that was hand made from their ancestor and a spellbound bracelet filled with a mixture of hand-blended magical herbs.