Descendants Spell Book Novels & Stories

It was old school, real magic, from achient times. Moon took the old book from the sideboard. Yellowed pages and beautifully written words graced the B.O.S, the Book Of Shadows, that had been in her family's possession for many years. It was from Maddie's distant ancestors. Moon hardly ever used that book, only in emergencies. Yet she read it regularly to keep up her wisdom. Moon knew where to find the spell and was already halfway through the book when she came across the page she needed. She listed the herbs and the coven got to work picking, cutting, and grinding them.

It was as if Levi had somehow managed to infuse the apartment with a sense of warmth and welcome, despite its lack of adornment. Kimberly's gaze wandered around the room, taking in the sparse furnishings and the compact layout. She felt a pang of curiosity about Levi's life, about the choices he had made and the path that had led him to this small, unassuming apartment. Moments later, Levi returned with an old, dusty tome, and Kimberly's eyes widened with curiosity. The book's cover was adorned with intricate carvings that seemed to dance across its surface, radiating an otherworldly energy. Levi's voice was calm and measured as he spoke, "This was your mother's grimoire, uhh… a spell book o

“Be patient, Mr. Alpha pants. I didn't get it either. Till I saw this triangle and looked it up on the last page of this book. It says: “The Spell of descent was created specifically for the destruction of the royal blood, that came from the primordial wolves (the first lycans that were turned). WARNING: The spell was to be carried out specifically, completing every detail. If not, it would separate the Lycan from its human body. Leaving the two wandering around searching themselves for eternity. The two could never survive in their past decade and three. The spell of descent bit back at the witches because if the human found its Lycan after separation. They became the greatest wolves ever k

They would talk about magic, zodiacs and other stuff. And well I guess today they were in the mood because they found something super creepy. Yeah, not my lucky day as creepy was the last thing I needed right now. The head of the book club Brea Woodlands brought out a very old big worn out leather book, she blew dust from its thick back and said "Behold my family heirloom, the woodlands treasure." she said and we all hid a giggle trying to take her seriously. "Focus girls!" she snapped and we got into character. "This is a spell book that has been passed down for generations in my family. My family has many relatives, witches, charm casters, heretics, sorcerers,enchantresses, mages and so on

“Both families faced many perils after discovering the Transcending Ice Crystal. Many kingdoms were jealous of such weapons and had sought to rob them of their possessions. Such a weapon is considered a god send as nothing could stop it. Everyone lusted for that power. There was little they could do to stop them. All the kingdoms slowly hunted both families were and killed. Some were tourched to give up the location of the mine. All of that and resisted had died.” She slowly continued with a slight pause. She knew for what she was going to say cause stirred emotions. “Many years later both families betrothed their eldest children and send them off in to a remote part of the world to continue

"Yes, there are a lot of things going on. I'm a descendant of a god, right? so, I don't have to keep my promise to the demon!" ***

“What the fuck is going on?” “Language Marley.” Absinthe warned, and she flipped him off, turning her head to Othello. “Who is it? Why does it seem like I killed a ghost?” “Because you did.” I said, standing up, walking to the shelf and I pulled out a large Tome. Walking back to the table, I dropped it in front of Marley, sending dust flying. She coughed and shot a glaring look at me, making me grin, which sent a flush across her cheeks and down into her blouse. Concentrate dude… I turned and pointed at the book. “This tome is full of our Elders—Past, present and their bloodlines. Direct descendants. This is the last edition, the newest one is in production.”

This confirms it. They are my ancestors. Jadeline watched me, “You did improve, huh? Where did you all learn this? In Helios?” “I guess it's possible they have more resources there,” she rambled to herself, thinking out loud, “Perhaps you found the lost spell book there.” She did know about my mother's spell book. The artifact passed down to the Crysmorras. However, she had the wrong information. I didn't say that the spell book is actually in Eviera. She doesn't have to find that out. It's one of her targets. It's better that Keldor didn't find it when she caught him.

Max asked, his anger mounting “This book was handed down to each generation until it came to me. One male or female is picked from our line to be guardian of this book. This book seems to expand and grow in itself. New spells, new information is added automatically. We don’t really know why or how except that when we really need information, it is there. Only one keeper is appointed at any one time until he or she dies. They say an incantation and the book reveals itself. It is only until the Astrid herself takes over the role from the books guardian until the rightful heir becomes her mate”

Hilda pouted and punched the bricks of the cemetery. "You know what they say about friends and enemies?" Dad cocked a brow at an indifferent Hilda. "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer?" I raised my chin and studied the environment of the cemetery. The gate was opened but we couldn't step in because of the boundary spell. Everywhere is eerie silent and there is no creature in sight. "Correct. I know you always inherited your smartness from me." Dad ruffled my hair and gave me a cheeky smile that revealed his deep-rooted dimples.