Good Fantasy Magic Books Novels & Stories

The sensation vanished when Breyona leaned forward and cooed, “…oh, this is beautiful.” “It is, isn’t it? It was a gift from the little girl I grew up with, one she would’ve been beaten for if her mother had caught her. Luckily, I’ve always known how to keep a secret and appreciate an incredible gift.” Her smile was the color of rubies and matched her newly painted nails. She trailed it along the slender script that filled almost the entirety of the page. “I loved this book as a child. It broke everything down in a way I could understand at the time. Consider this book the foundation of your training. It’ll tell you the seven types of magic, but not how they are manipulated, or the endless w

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.

” Sofia rose from the table and went into the other room, “Follow me.” I rose and joined her in the next room, which was packed floor to ceiling with shelves of books. “I hate to see you stuck between your word and your destiny.” She said, cryptically, placing a few musty-smelling books in my arms. “Let’s postpone your decision until you’re more sure of your own mind, shall we? Take these, look them over. They will help you understand more of how to use your magic.” I looked at the titles of the books curiously. ‘Under a Full Moon’, ‘Selene the Blessed’, ‘To Ride A Wild Hunt’, and one enigmatic tome titled ‘Panacea Obscura”.

“You are pathetic.” Her body flinched at my words, but another wave of shivers covered her arms. “Dirty little doll.” The more I talked, the more her nipples were standing at attention, the more her breathing was getting heavier, the more her hands were gripping the fabric they were tied with. My fingers traced her leg. “I bet you are one of the people who like reading p**n books in public.” I moved to her other leg, gripping her ankle. “I bet you keep a straight face while your panties are getting soaked.”

So he started searching its bag for any anti-spells portions while the Centaur’s arrows were randomly flying towards their direction without hitting anyone in one in particular. Dike finally found the portion that can be used to destroy enchantment on the Centaur. This portion is made of some special leaves that destroy divinations and enchantments. The oracle gave them in case if a spell was cast on any of them by any witch or mysterious creature during their journey. So the first time they are to use the anti-Spell was on a Centaur though they still have a long journey to go. Some of the warriors argued that it would be a waste of their portion to use it on the Centaur when they could just

Before her sat a stack of books that seemed to hum with their own internal light. The cover was a masterpiece of Aetheric printing - a shifting, iridescent swirl of sapphire and gold that moved under the reader's touch. "The Color of Magic" was not a textbook. It was a love letter to a world that had finally opened its eyes. "For ten thousand years, we called the dark 'evil' because we couldn't see the spectrum within it," Emma told the packed room of reporters and scholars. Her voice was bright, her presence a beacon of the "Visual-Harmony" she had spent years perfecting. "Magic isn't a weapon. It’s the highest form of light. It’s the way the universe breathes. This book is for the child wh

When the whispers from the room beyond the foyer swept across his thoughts, Daniel lifted his chin that way. “When we first took the castle, Agi and I found a room that was sealed with a spell. It’s filled with old books. Agi said they’re dark magic.” An amused snort left her nose as she rolled her eyes away. “Agi’s being silly. There is no dark magic. Magic is just magic, only the witch can be good or bad. In the right hands, even those terrible spells can do good things.” He rubbed his nose in Sigrid’s fluffy hair and it tickled his lips making them curl on the ends. “I thought dark spells couldn’t be used for good.”

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

It not like it’s normal see someone on fire was normal but he said nothing. I will think about that later not now. I do not go to my dorm. I go straight to the library. The forbidden section smells old and heavy, like dust and secrets layered on top of each other. I search shelf after shelf, pulling out books on elemental magic, ancient bloodlines, cursed abilities, fire wielders, forbidden hybrids. Nothing matches. Nothing talks about blue fire. Frustration claws at my chest until my fingers brush against a thick, worn book shoved far back on a lower shelf.

Both the pre-ruin and the post-ruin, I wasn't ready for any of it. My movements came to a halt when my gaze flitted across the street and landed on the poster of the new Fantasy series I had been waiting on; All the Beautiful Things. It was a trilogy. All the beautiful things are red, All the beautiful things are gold, and All the beautiful things are black. It was more like Romantasy actually. A wide grin crept up my face and I looked sideways, before slipping towards the bookstore even though I knew there was no car in sight. Volxe bookstore.