Fiction Books With Magic Novels & Stories

Sitting in the dim light of my apartment, I heard the distinctive sound of a door closing from across the hall. A sinister smile crept over my face. Clay was leaving. I slid the glass door to my balcony open and peered down to see his black car pull out of the parking garage, heading north. He's going home, I thought, how convenient. I returned inside, my fingers itching to pry open the book that lay on my coffee table. It wasn't any ordinary book—it was an old folklore tome filled with rituals, spells, and hidden amidst cryptic language, and dark magic.

I go through each, flipping through pages of what seems like strange concoctions that look like potions, how to cook a pig in less than five minutes, how to draw flames from your bare hands. There's every possible thing pointing at the kind of lifestyle they lived, and it all seems like it's taken straight out of a fantasy book, all of them pointing toward the existence of magic. Like they were actual witches. I skim through more, hungry for more, wishing I could read all of them, learn from each of them, but that's clearly not possible. I draw closer to the end of the shelf until my hand stops at the very last book, wrapped in old paper. I pick it up, unraveling it slowly while my curiosity

— We have a division in magic manipulation. I agreed, watching her close her hand, and some of the books from the shelf came towards us, piling up on the hidden table in the darkness. It was amazing to see, and I could hardly believe my luck. Now I was there, watching books floating in front of me. It was really quite a change. — Witches, Sorceresses, Wizards, Wicca, and Archmages. — Right.

Yamiko asked. "Yura, but he insisted he has seen no one." Yamiko's face twitched, a sign of skepticism. "Do you speculate he has something to do with this?" "I dare not say," Merko responded. Yura had this good guy effect to anyone who had been associated with him. I couldn't think of him plotting something evil. But now, everything had probabilities of happening whether we like it or not. "However, it is implicit that the culprit belongs to Faro. No residuum of magic could be felt in the area. Not a single trace. No matter what we do, we are left with nothing. It is like the book just vanished then appeared again," he added.

“You are right. But I'll stay up late to see who's sitting in my room without my will.” “We’d better see your books.” Johnny checked the books in Elizabeth’s hand. In the pile of book prepared for the girl there were: Encyclopedia of magical eras, from the beginning to the present day, Find out what others have done ... and become a better wizard, by Mark Zitter Geography of magical places and unknown fantastic areas, Beaten tracks ... and uncommon roads, by Julia Simens Beasts rarely seen ... or never met, Seen in dream ... in dim mindset, by Hans von Kilberg

He snapped his fingers to indicate how swift my change was. My pulse quickened. “What are you saying, exactly?” He tilted his head, studying me for a long moment. Then, almost casually, he reached out and touched a strand of hair that had fallen loose from my ponytail. His fingers brushed against my cheek, sending a jolt through my body. “I’m saying that it’s only magic that can transform someone in the blink of an eye..” I stiffened,. I couldn’t tell if he was being metaphorical or not.

"She didn't think anyone was in here." I lick my lips, feeling oddly drawn to the book. "What is it?" "Something really rare," Alice says. "There are only a few like it in the world. It's called, 'The Secret History of Magic.' It tells the real story of magic. It helps you to understand that there are many ways to look at everything." "Okay," I say. It's starting to feel like I'm stuck in Alice's fantasy. Next thing I know she'll be telling me she knows how to fly.

Elijah and Mina were sitting on the guest stool, while I was picking books to buy, All the books here were old, hard cover made from wood and hard leather, as for the papers, it was yellowish paper, some even use parchments and all of them were handwritten. I don't really have any preferences in picking the books, o I just pick anything that piques my interest, History books were mainly for information, and magic books and Spell tomes for my Maidens to learn spells and magic. I piled up at least 20 books only 5 of them were history book, the rest was Magic books, right now I was reading a storybook or Tales, why? because the pictures inside were alive, kinda like a harry potter book which ma

Obviously the library. Frost wandered around the library. Trying to find a useful book to read. "World of Mages and Supernaturals. This one." "Royal Family of Esperanza Kingdom." Frost brought the two books she has found towards the brown couch. She sat down and started reading the first book she found.

I really wanted to ask her that. As I read further, more and more revelations continued to surprise me. Apparently her soul wasn't properly settled in the body due to the after effect of the forbidden magic, and it ate away her life force somehow. She didn't really care though, she didn't really have any will to live after the hard realization. It was not until I reached the part when Bella found a book about ancient magic that I was totally caught off guard. 'The Door To Another World.' My heart was beating wildly. Could it be... my world?