Ivy And Bean Spell Book Novels & Stories

The whole me-being-the-Seal–and-destined-to-restore-magic issue. Cindy climbed off the bed and went to her backpack. Opening it, she took out her spellbook, The Eye of Abernathy. "See this?" she asked. "Yeah?" I responded sarcastically. I wasn't blind. She got back on the bed and crossed her legs. "There's a spell we can cast to make him ask you to marry him." I tucked a strand of hair behind my ears. "I don't want to make him do anything, Cin." She sighed, casually flipping through the pages. "Yeah, probably not."

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.

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

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.

But if these heirs were as powerful as she claimed, their arrival could bring chaos and danger to our pack. Finally, I made up my mind. "Ivy, I trust in your abilities. Cast the spell, but be cautious. We cannot afford any mistakes." She nodded, her gaze brimming with unwavering resolve. "Indeed, Leon. Consider it done," she affirmed, retrieving a petite vial discreetly nestled within her attire before extending it to me. "You are well aware of the contents concealed within this flask. Tonight, as the heirs convene, a spell will be cast to efface them entirely," she divulged.

"What if we just destroy the book? I don't have to know what is says and neither does Anika. Without it, she wouldn't be able to fulfill her desires." "And without it, we wouldn't be able to get rid of her too. She's been around for years and she'll keep living and trying until she gets what she wants. We need to put an end to her before she becomes a goddess. The book contains thousands of spells. There's got to be one in there that'll help us get rid of her." Ivy let out a sigh. She was clearly frustrated. "Hey. If you can't sleep and you're looking for a way to vent, how about we do something fun."

“See… I have good ideas too.” Ivy smiled and elbowed him. ⸻ The library was silent in that thick, sacred way only old libraries could be. Dust floated in shafts of evening sunlight. Rows upon rows of books towered around them, heavy with secrets. Kyle picked up a dusty tome titled “Herbal Remedies and the Curse of the Alder Witches” and flipped it open. “I think this one just tells you how to make soup that kills people slowly,” he muttered. “Useful for finals week,” Ivy said, scanning her own book.

With these words, she disappeared again. The breath that I was holding left my lips as a gust of relief. It was better to get the book I needed as soon as possible and leave. If Valence found me doing something unexpected again, it wouldn’t bode well for me. I raised my right hand; palm open and chanted the spell to find ‘The Grimoire of tricks and lies.’ The moment I finished the spell and leather bound book zapped from the top shelf and landed straight on my palm.

I blurted without thinking. “You would do that?” she gasped. “Rather than die? Of course I would… if I knew how,” I mumbled. “You do know how, m’ lady,” she said eagerly, “Even if you cannot recall the spell, I am sure ‘tis in one of these books. You have always kept a ledger of your spells performed. Surely the one you did on Vivian is in it.” I felt excited for the first time in I couldn’t remember when.

Epheba finally stopped when she got to a page. She carried the Grimoire and stood in front of Devon. "Please work" She muttered under her breath as tears escaped her eyes. Her eyes returned back to the book and sys started to the spell which was written on the page she had stopped in. Halfway through the spell a small wind came out of nowhere and it quickly escalated, the wind started to blow widely through the room. Epheba continued with the spell and didn't stop. "Sharta! Maltulra!" Epheba's voice became louder as she continued…