Fiction Books With Magic Novels & Stories

She wished she could believe that. "Seems to be some general split between fiction and nonfiction," he announced from the other side of the big room. "Fiction's on that side, everything else is over here. I've found sections on botany, biographies and archaeology so far, so I guess it's more or less alphabetical. Let's see what we can find in M for magic." Get to work, girl! Shelby started opening desk drawers. Bottles of ink, quill pens and stacks of paper. No big surprise.

The hum of energy beneath my skin intensified, and for a moment, I felt a strange pull—an undeniable connection to the book, to the magic within it. It was as if Nyx herself was reaching out to me, her presence a whisper in the back of my mind. The memories I had seen earlier returned with greater clarity, the emotions intertwined with them sharper, more vivid. Her love, her fear, her pain—they all seemed to resonate through the pages, through me. I closed my eyes, letting my senses stretch outward. The warmth of the magic enveloped me, not threatening but beckoning, as if urging me to delve deeper. I felt an odd sense of familiarity, as though the magic recognized me, welcomed me.

For now, this will suffice. I settle into a leather armchair, the cold material beneath me offering a comforting contrast to the warm vibration of magic emanating from the five grimoires spread across the coffee table before me. Their titles, etched in silver and gold, gleam softly. As I open the first of them, the almost electric touch of the enchanted pages beneath my fingers transports me instantly to another place, another time. I feel my kingdom of Syltirion alive in my memory, as if I am there again—the familiar scent of magic filling the air, pulling me back to those distant days when my sisters and I would gather to study for magic exams, competing to outshine one another.

The talisman’s burn in Killian’s chest had dulled to a steady, searing throb — like someone had nailed a star into his ribs. Every beat of his heart sent waves of heat crawling down his arms, bleeding into his fingers until they tingled. The shadows inside him pressed against the invisible walls the magic had thrown up, like wolves clawing to get out. The stairwell was choked with smoke from the dying Bloodforged. Somewhere up the steps, the clash of steel and shouts of the guild fighters drifted closer — but not close enough.

Like the book knew me. I pushed that thought aside and turned the first few pages. Most of the entries were familiar types of magic—herbal mixtures, minor warding spells, protection charms, and potion recipes. The kind of practical witchcraft that most mages learned during their years at Rosewood. But I wasn’t looking for those. I flipped slowly through the pages, searching for anything that felt even remotely familiar. Anything that might explain the wings. Or the blood. It took several minutes before I found something.

A blacksmith swore loyalty to the crown— And the metal in his forge softened like wax without heat. None of it catastrophic. None of it violent. But undeniable. The laws of magic were bending. Not because Lily commanded it. Because her existence was recalibrating the field. Luke stood in the war chamber staring at reports spread across the table. “Spontaneous manifestation,” one general muttered. “Localized distortions,” said another. “Divine contamination,” whispered a priest. Lily stood at the center of the room, silent.

I folded my hands around my chest, watching as she brought out a pale orb of hazy reddish light and kept chanting, the orb changed into a crimson-red glow before changing into a black light that displayed Asher’s castle. She took out a dark book of magic, flipping through the pages while I watched her in silence. The pages looked paper-thin as if held together just by a spider web thread that would tear at any instance. She closed her eyes and seemed to be doing something with her mind. Her hand hovered over the book while she held one of it in her other hand and began chanting again.

I smiled when I found the book that would help me in my quest. "The book of Mythical creatures" I pulled it out of the shelf. It was a big one but I managed to take it to my seat. Is there sort of a spell or magic that can do stuffs like moving heavy items from place to place? I am going to inquire about it from Narek, maybe tomorrow. I sat before the big book, hoping to find what I seek. "Creature whose eyes glow in the dark" I kept muttering to myself as I flipped through the pages.

I sang at him as I continued reading. I closed the book shortly after saying that. This book was about dark magic, but not how to stop it or filter it. I grabbed the next book in the pile, reading it quickly. After about 20 minutes I had gone through all the books I had pulled out. They were all useless. I'll have to sneak to the library at home and try to see if I can find something better than what's here. "Thanks for showing me this." Dex slammed his book closed as he got up to put it away. He grabbed some of the books I had taken out and started to put those away too.

It's a shame that I don't have the tamer skill or taming ability; otherwise, I would have made them my familiars and become a slime master. Sitting under a large tree, I open a basic magic book. It feels incredibly comfortable, even though I'm sitting on slightly dewy grass. It's such a stark contrast to sitting at a monotonous office desk every day. I have ten books on magic that I bought from Mr. Hector. Seven of them cover the seven basic attributes in the world's magic system, one book explains the fundamental knowledge of magic, and the other two are additional books discussing various types of magic beyond the seven basic attributes, along with additional information about the abilitie