Love And Magic Book Novels & Stories

Their magic could be disastrous. Well, this time she would use it in her favour. She had come across the love potion in one of the books that she had stolen from the pack’s archives, during the first time of the shadow warriors attack. In uncertainty, the readers had opened the archive, looking for answers on what the creature was, and that had been when she had snuck into there, clothed with her magic such that they couldn’t see her, something that she hadn't learnt from anywhere.

I'd gladly shoot the ones who'll tell her otherwise. I busied myself by answering some emails as I sit on the couch in the Great Room, trying my best not to bother the people going back and forth to decorate. It was coming to life now, the wedding. Several flowers and lace and lights. I should feel sick to my stomach now, knowing that in less than three days, I'd be a married man, be Boss of two business, and have Mari as my wife, have her enemies as mine, and mine as hers. It wasn't scary though. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know that this marriage is real. Somewhere deep inside the rubble of distrust and hate, bad history and vendettas, Mari and I have something real. Sure we might

“We will accept the spirit, Ditiori and the soul, Maga…Arcani spiritus, Ditiori et anima, Maga, accipient…Become the scroll of entrapping spirits…Erit magicae captandi spirituum.” The glooms swathed the lovers in repose. A gasp and sigh were heard. “Maga and Helia, I love you.” Was it Maga and Ditiori’s last breaths? Black dusts and shadows warped unto the scroll in the goat-head servant‘s hands. Maga and Ditiori laid no more on the frigid floor. They had left their baby sleeping peacefully, wrapped in their velour cloak. The incantation written in the arcane scroll had become red like it was written in blood with an image of a lily of the valley and grain had intertwined.

So, I just nodded my head and he handed me the spell to read. I looked at the horseshoe positioned on the ground and surrounded by the candles and felt more determined to get rid of it. I have been through hell because of that thing. I almost lost granny and Kevin but I also had to be grateful for it. If it weren’t for it, I would have never discovered my deep love for Kevin or knew that I was a witch, or met Marie, and found the book of shadows the most powerful book in witchcraft. I took a deep breath, summoned the purest form of energy from deep within me, I let my whole body fire up and glow as blue as the moon.

Ximena places her stuff quickly in a neat pile and I place the box on the ground before unpacking it. The thick books are all looking really old, with leather bindings, golden lettering, and thick yellow paper. I read the covers; Magia elemental, La historia de la magia, Un testimonio de la cacería de la brujas en la Espana, Guía de brujas, Libro de encantamientos, Libro de los muertos, Leyedas mágicas and book with no letters on its covers, just an upside down tree. I wonder what that one is about. For everyone wondering, here are the translations:

Theodore laughed nervously. "So, what is the main reason for you bringing me here then?" Joseph asked. "You see, these yellow dandelions represent hope, love, and happiness. And since this is our third data, it's finally time for you to decide about me and about us," Theodore sounded nervous, "And I wanted you to ell your decision with your whole heart. Just like these yellow dandelions mean hope, love, and happiness, in the same way, I've brought you here with the hope of our love blooming and us leading into a path full of happiness. Though sometimes our path might be filled with thorns, with all my might, I will destroy them. I just want a sign of yes from you, angel, and I'll show you ho

On the top of Venos's staff was the emerald eye of the dragon he had defeated in a cave on the coast of the Atlantean sea. Finally, when they entered the library, they saw an "ordinary" picture: around the center of the library revolved huge bookcases with countless books on their shelves, and on the floor of the center of the library was depicted, carved with white magic, a blue sphere on which were written the legendary words of Graeme Noterdam, glowing gold. Every wizard of the order Simultage knows these words: "Magic does not exist in the world, but magic exists in loving hearts."

Upon closer inspection, I saw a book spine glowing with my blue magic. The light vanished when I touched the book, and I read the title: Lupinotuum Encyclopaedia.

She seemed genuinely surprised. “What is it? Can you read it? I think it’s like… French or something,” he said. “It’s Latin,” she corrected in a whisper, breathlessly. She looked up at him, her beautiful eyes staring right at him, opened wide with surprise and excitement. “It means: the Rose and the Thorn meet in Salem.”

Even if he looks at the door. He was chanting some spells and blue and green lights were formed in between his palms. And soon the room was filled with smoke. Because of the smoke I couldn't see anything clearly. Once the smoke subsided, I again looked in the room. But there was no one. Wait they were here just a few seconds before. Though at that time I couldn't see them clearly but at least I could see them blurry. But where are they now?