Descendants Spell Book Pages Novels & Stories

“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

I find it strange that there are no notes or marked pages. I pick up the second book and am surprised that there are notes, but not in my hand. The handwriting is that of a man and seems old. Curiously, I follow the directions for the hand motions and see a pink smoke illuminating from my hand. Concentrating on a medical terminology book on a shelf, I call it to me, then stop it before it reaches me. “Page 75,” the book opens to the page, and I hear the words in my head. “Stop,” I say, then, “Page 283.” The pages turn, and then I hear the words again. “Stop, go back.” The book goes back to its place on the shelf. My attention then goes back to the spell book. Everything is handwritten and it

The edges were worn, and the pages were slightly yellow. "This," Morane began as she set the book on her lap, "is a tome of dark spells and ancient curses. What I mean is that this book carries information about dark spells and ancient curses. It carries explanations, advantages, disadvantages, what it does, and many more." "So, this book," she continued after pausing to let what she had told them settle in, "holds the answers we need."

Lyda flipped the book over to see if she was simply looking at the wrong side, but there was nothing on the back either. Curiosity getting the better of her, Lyda opened the book to the first thick parchment, blowing away the dust and dirt that littered the yellowing page. She wondered how old this book really was to have collected so much filth. Lyda slid the candle closer until she could make out some faded writing on the center of the page. It was written in the common tongue, but in a style that was almost too difficult to read. That did not stop Lyda, and her eyes lit up in astonishment. She had to read it over and over just to make sure she was seeing it right, squinting as she read th

"Use this spell book Ariel" Ariel jolted back as she finally made out those words written. But her racing heart calmed down after a while and Ariel took the book and it opened up it's pages again. This time, Ariel seemed to find the words more easier to read. On this page, was written: The healing spell. Below it, were some strange words written. Ariel figured out that this page was actually for her at that moment because her hand was already bleeding from the cut.

I did try and fight against doing this spell but if there was a time for mistakes, it was now with Aunt Celeste by my side. "Okay, let me prepare," My lungs expanded and processed my stretched breaths. I placed my Grimoire into my hands and let my mind communicate with the pages the type of spell I wanted to get us to Aunt Celeste's home in Oregon. The book pulsated small vibrations into my palms. The tingling sensation on the top layer of my skin became stronger as time proceeded and the Grimoire flickered finally revealing its off-white pages. The small wind created in the process brushed the distinctive scent of an aged book right into my nostrils.

Sarah gave birth to two children: Dante and Evelyn Vanslord. Jo nearly dropped the book. "So that arrogant prick," she muttered aloud, "is the Moon Goddess's direct descendant." She shook her head, dazed. "What awful luck to end up mated to me." But just as she turned the next page... It was missing. A ripped seam, an ugly tear right through the story. The next surviving words chilled her: "Doomsday. Deaths of thousands. Never meant to be." Before she could make sense of it... "You know that’s a forbidden book," came a voice from behind her.

Sierra came here as a child to learn about her gifts too but as she was the last of her bloodline, it was left to sit quietly alone and wait for a new purpose. I take my book to one end of the roughened, stained, dark surface and lay it down carefully. A huge old somewhat unidentifiable book, bound expertly, and strangely ornate. I flick it open to reveal the pages inside which are yellowed and worn along the edges, some are splattered with drops and smudges that hints at a great many uses. Handwritten in black ink in a beautiful scroll, mostly English, but it varies. My Spanish sucks and this is a bilingual spell book pushing more to the other language than my own. “I can’t read this.” I po

Unfortunately, I couldn't read. "What the?" I exclaimed. The writings just moved! Not just a slight motion but rather dancing. I heard a chuckle from the three making me tear my gaze right off. Planning to focus on the elder's face instead, the big door at his back was pulling my interest. I'm tempted to ask. Were they hiding something? It triggered my curiosity again. Everything in this place. "The writings were made by our ancestors. It's an antediluvian magic that tells about the history of our being and the origin of this kingdom. As long as this sielo was passed from elder to elder, the writings shall remain alive."

I sit up a little more in the bed, take a deep breath and whisper, “My Bloodline's Book of Power, My bloodline's book of spells. I call you to me.” I smile as my bloodline's book of shadows appears on my lap. I open the cover and slide my hand over the first page. I take a deep breath in and close my eyes, letting my magick blend with the book. As soon as I lift my hand, the pages start to flicker, knowing what I need and not stopping until it reaches the spell incarnation I need.