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Alexi said. We finished up our dinner I cleaned up the dishes and went into our bedroom and took the pages with the exercises and went into my office. I looked at the pages on my desk. I looked at the spells Klara left me. I said the first one out loud. A sphere of light appeared in my hand. Curious to see if I could control my fire magic at the same time. I focused on my fire power and a ball of fire appeared in my other hand. Fire is another form of light. I put my hands together and a great fire arose my hands. It flowed beautifully around the room. Like a majestic dragon.

He countered as he turned the pages. "Why do you have it if it was supposed to be burnt? And what type of book of spells is this?" She asked. "It has been passed down from generation, my great-great found it under a burnt house 150-200 years ago. It is said to hold powers, but up until now I've seen nothing." He hesitated, "This is the Ginnak book of spells," "Ginnak? What's that?" She asked, totally confused. Robert raised his head from the book and glared at her, "I can't believe you haven't been paying attention these few days," Lexi put on a fake pleading expression and Robert scowled.

And horrifying. “T-That goblin is using magic!? Goblins can’t do that!” She hid behind a boulder with the level-headed boys who contemplated throwing her out. “Not unless they’re taught” calmly replied Hector. “But the textbooks”- “The text books don’t tell everything, especially text that can exploited”. She shut up after that, deciding to think up something before the batch of goblins come along. “I’ll create a hole, Hector can summon fire beneath it” she offered, staring wearily at the approaching goblins, their hands frozen as if they couldn’t control the magic they had.

After setting everything up and putting the cauldron into a boil, she then also took her most prized possession; an ancient hardbound book containing all her magic spells. She skimmed through its pages looking for something in particular. "Eureka!" She uttered when she finally found what she was actually looking for. She chanted the spell written on her book and as soon as she said the first line, her cauldron puffed out a big amount of smoke that almost covered the entire place. Each line of her spell were accompanied by a jar of unpleasant specimens. She poured its contents one after another into her boiling cauldron and the more she added, the more smoke came out as well, to the point tha

My heart races in dread when it became clear this isn’t part of the game. The hand lit by orange flames makes my eyes widen in trepidation, and I slowly crawl backwards on my hands, a tremble on my lips as the image of the figure with a large hood over his head suddenly becomes familiar to me. Only, instead of a sword, he’s wielding fireballs instead.

Uncle Zeb says. Uncle Zeb moves his hand across my neck, and I watch as beautiful colors dance through the air. "NOW!" Uncle Jeb screams. Uncle Zeb grabs the amulet when Uncle Jeb screams at him. The amulet illuminates and begins to float off of my neck. It moves around the room as colors escape the amulet. The amulet seems to turn inside out and then moves quickly back to my neck. Uncle Zeb and Uncle Jeb touch my amulet, and something begins to move into my body. I am not burning or hurting as the magic from the amulet spills into my body.

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

"The court was evasive.” Luke reached into his pack and withdrew a leather portfolio. "The Archmagus gave me this privately. It contains accounts of similar magic dating back centuries." Philip seized the portfolio, opening it with eager hands. He scanned the first few pages, his expression growing more intense. "Phoenix fire," he read aloud. "Capable of reducing any living thing to ash in seconds." Rebecca moved closer. "Phoenix fire? That's just a legend. A story to frighten pups." Philip turned to the next page, reading rapidly. "Originating from Dawnspire Castle. It lies beyond the Eastern Mountains, shrouded in magic to hide it from mortal eyes." He slammed his fist on the table. "That'

I learned to love stories while still at the orphanage, as they always soothed my fears. I start looking for something interesting to read and I find the book Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I always wanted to read this book. I go to the small sofa that is located in the center of the library and sit down. I won't even say how the decoration is here, because everyone already knows that everything is in golden tones. It's just enough now that their underpants are golden. I laugh when imagining the daring of the five boys. Would they be that bold?

It felt heavy in my hands, the weight of it somehow more than just physical. I flipped it open, the pages rough beneath my fingertips. The text was handwritten, the ink slightly faded but legible. Symbols, diagrams, and strange words filled the pages, their meanings just out of reach. I skimmed through the book, my gaze falling on a spell that seemed simple enough - a basic levitation spell.