Harry Potter Books Leather Bound Novels & Stories

Two months went by and we were also a week away from Matt's 18th birthday. The man loves to read, so I decided to buy him the complete series of Harry Potter. He loves the books more than the movies. He couldn't afford the whole series, so this is the perfect gift. And also, the wand. He is a Potter head. I saw him walking to his locker, I ran towards him and jumped on his back. "There she is." He chuckled. "You're almost eighteen." I said while hugging him. He's older than us for a few months.

She didn't know who he was then, but she had noticed him, and she had wondered what was it about him that made him stand out from all the other people. He was too mature for his age, too cool and calm. "We have a lot of time to learn more, okay? I can find you some books to read." Dad said with a soft sigh. "They have books for this?" Her eyes widened. "Yes, and it is not the ones you can find it in the library, either. Ok, some of them you can find it in the library, but others... the spell books, the book of potions... everything is a family treasure. It would pass from one witch to the other, for generations. These are like heirloom for witches. Quite precious." Dad explained, finally eas

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.

she asked, picking up the book. "Pureblooded Potterhead," I replied proudly. "You're looking at someone who's reread Harry Potter so many times that I’ve started cramming what happens on what page." Her face lit up as she said, "You're kidding, me too. I love those books. But Chamber of Secrets is my favourite." “How can you say that?” I gasped. “Deathly Hallows was the best.”

Cain flips open the green book in his hand and Safira opens the one in hers. They stare at me and I smile sheepishly before walking over to one of the shelves and picking up the first green book I see. I smirk as I walk back to my seat. “What are the odds that I picked the book the librarian was telling us about?” Cain chuckles. “There are over one hundred green leather-bound books in here, different shades and different sizes, so let’s say the chances are pretty slim. The book is probably thicker than that.” Safira nods. “A history of Lycan and werewolf magics sounds like something that lives in a thick tome. Probably weighs a few pounds.”

There were large leather-bound books, most of which looked shabby due to dust or old age. An old gold-bound book with foliage ornaments was located on the topmost bookshelf. It looked the thickest of all the books there. I was curious and looked at the contents. This book explains everything about witches, from rituals to how to fight with them. It was probably written by our predecessors. But some of the pages at the back talked about potions from plants as well as treatment steps using magic spells. I guess it's more similar to the rituals of white witches. I closed it and put it back on the shelf. Then I heard

She tore the box open. Inside this box were a dozen books. Most looked the same—typical bindings, mostly classics. But one book stood out immediately. It didn’t look anything like the others. It was thick, overstuffed and weathered, with leather binding. It looked as if it had been through a war. And it looked ancient.

So we stood up from where we were hiding and roamed our eyes around the cramped room. “He almost got us,” I said and wiped the sweat on my forehead with the back of my hand. “I am truly sorry for that.” “No. No need to apologize.” I shook my head and scanned every bookshelf. “Now all we need to find is that spell book.” As soon as I mentioned it, a loud thud caught our attention, causing us to flick our eyes toward it. A worn-out book flew out of the shelf—the same one as I envisioned in my head. Leather cover, with some witches’ symbols etched on it and the pages, almost looking as though it was almost burnt to ashes.

Belle sat up in bed, using the buttons on the side to adjust the positioning as the nurse had shown her. The book, white with a pentacle on the cover, described the basics of witchcraft in terms even a layman could understand. Her older sister had been kind enough to drop it off, along with a change of clothing and a box of Thornton's continental—her favourite chocolates. According to this book, the spell Damien cast on her would be returned to him threefold.

He just grins and munches on his bread. Smiling, I unwrap it carefully. It’s actually two books, housed in a red slipcase. The books are bound in what I think is red Morocco leather. The spines have raised bands and are lettered in gilt. One isAlice’s Adventures in Wonderland, the other isThrough the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There. Both the copies bear a dedication: ‘Margaret Evelyn Hardy from the Author, Christmas 1871.’ One of them contains a piece of paper that explains their origin.