Harry Potter Books Leather Bound Novels & Stories

She ran her fingers along the spines, the gold lettering cool against her skin. Drawn in by the sheer volume, she hesitantly pulled a book from the shelf, a slim volume bound in dark blue leather. The title was etched in silver: The Royal Grimoire of Sacred Oaths. She opened it, her eyes skimming the ornate calligraphy, the intricate diagrams filled with arcane symbols.

And there wasn’t any I hadn’t tried. Angry at myself, I hissed and threw the book to a corner, ready to leave. My eyes fell on another book down the shelf, hidden carefully away from view. I leaned over and brought it out. Dusting away the dirt on it, I glanced at the book. Its cover was black leather, etched with sigils that pulsed faintly as if alive. “Spell of forbidden magic,” I read out loud. Dark magic. Forbidden magic. It was the same kind of spell I was sure Darius used on me.

But the statement seemed to have given her just the strength she needed, as she rose from the bed, and headed for the bathroom. Thirty minutes later, Phoebe returned, looking so refreshed you'd hardly know she'd been in tears. She got dressed in a baggy polo and short pants. While she searched the room for a pin to adjust her shorts that was a little bigger than her at the waist, she caught sight of a novel, which made her lips curl up in a smile. One of the seven series of Harry Potter’s books _Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. She’d just finished with the first series back home and as luck would have it, that was the next one on the line. Her stomach growled but she ignored it, know

I realized that I was completely vulnerable and that I had no idea how to defend myself against this kind of magic. My heart racing, I turned and fled the room, not knowing where I was going or what I was going to do. I found myself in the library, surrounded by shelves upon shelves of books. I had always loved reading, and the sight of all these books was comforting. I could give some books a try. Hah, they are mostly English books and fortunately, I understand the English language. But as I scanned the shelves, my eyes landed on one book in particular. It was bound in black leather, with strange symbols etched into the cover. I reached out to touch it. The surface was smooth and attractive

If only her mother’s books were left intact then she wouldn’t have to work from the scratch, because the counter curse of soul separation curse wasn’t as easy to find as the other counter curses were. With her fingers carefully skimming through the hardcover of the books, Levy read the title of the books printed on the spine. Fire infused scroll of death, Heirloom of the cunning mage Gilford, Annihilation of souls, books on torment and Fangs of eternal bloodlust—— On and on the books went and Levy chose the one that had the title closest to what she was looking for —— Annihilation of the souls, this book seemed like what she was looking for. So, she stretched her hand and picked the books fr

Raven stepped into the library, looking at the mounds and mounds and stacks and shelves of books all around her. She could not remember one time ever seeing a library as boundless as this one. She walked alongside the stacks and started reading the types of books that were included in this library. She found there were books of all the creatures in the land. There were books about caster magic, human magic, the magic animals, the bitten, the history of the bitten and many many many other books. She took an interest in a thick, black, leather book, pulling it off of the shelf she noticed the dust being disturbed as the large book slid off of its place and her hands. Dust in the air as she wal

I led Harriet there and pulled out the whole ten boxes filled with heavy leather-covered volumes of ancient texts. "These are all the books we took," I said. "Good," she muttered, locking her gaze on the first pile of books, but then she shifted her eyes to me and asked, "Could you leave me alone for an hour or two?" "Yes," I replied, slightly surprised. "Thank you. I will let you know when I'm done," she announced, grabbing the first spell book.

All manner of weird items such as wands, amulets, funny little dolls, jars of unidentifiable items and even skulls of very weird animals which Tara couldn't tell if they were real or not. The whole place was freaking her out and rain or not she decided to leave. But as she passed the last shelf before the door a book caught her eye. It big gold letters on the plain black leather cover was the title 'Sex Rituals in Black Magick'. She giggled quietly maybe it was just a strange porn shop after all. Still her curiosity had been awakened so she picked the book up.

' Annabel’s face flushes with excited heat, completely in awe at the leather bound ancient book, and I’m warmed by her enthusiasm for our craft. 'You can keep it as long as you need it, then we shall return it to my library when you move onto another.' I go back to wrapping my glass bottles in rags and packing them into my ancient leather trunk. Taking great care with every precious piece and infusing the padding with protective spells as I go. Everything I own has a special meaning and I can’t lose a single thing.

Willow nods, she knows it will be. “I know; that’s why I’m putting several spells on it. One to hide the contents from anyone who hasn’t been given permission, one to bind the book closed so only I can open it, and another to make it invisible to everyone's eye when I’m not using it.” She has thought about it all, she will ensure no one can get into it.