Novel & Cerita Magic Castle Readers Books

“I would sense the magic if it were so.” I dismounted and unsaddled Coryfe as the mage sat on one of the branches of the fallen tree and drew from a bag he wore under his cloak, a small book, bound in leather, with curls of metal protecting the corners and clasping the covers shut. “We need a fire,” he said to me, his fingers stroking the cover reverently. There was no writing on the cover or binding, but I could see something had been embossed into the leather. Perhaps the embossing was the shadow of writing that had once been picked out with ink, but which time had faded or flaked away.

I cannot read the words, they are quite confusing ," I replied. She sighs and beckons me to sit on the bed next to her. "Say after me , Gardenia sorcery spell book of magic . "Gardenia sorcery spell book of magic," I repeated and the book glowed brightly. Another page opened and it wrote welcome . "You can flip through the pages yourself now , she said . I was scared at first but decided to do it anyway ,so I opened another page . "simple spells I read and flip through . "Urm miss book , aren't I supposed to have a wand or something,I asked and heard her sigh .

She started hugging the book, then tucked it beneath her jacket quickly when the men who were chasing came by again. "Well, if that's your passion then why not? Me on the other hand, I hate anything that's associated with words. If you hadn't noticed, I can't read." I sighed. One of the many perks of being raised in the middle of a forest. "Y-you can't read?! Monarian nor English?" Her eyes widened in a confused and baffled expression. I shook my head saying no. "If you can't read, how do you use your magic?" "Would you believe me if I told you?" I smiled.

I pouted my lips even more and bowed down. "Priestess Eridette De Abarak," I answered. "What's the name of the first book of Magic?" "Runes from Grimoire," I pouted my lips more and more. And I want him to feel so guilty! How can he do this to me?! "How many people died at Amberian War," his deep voice change into an intense one. I glanced at him and saw him making a serious but weird expression. W-why is he staring at me like that now?!

Every scene has to feel alive—the characters, the tension, the moments that make you hold your breath. That's why I will not rush the process. I want Edith and Drake's story to unfold in a way that feels authentic, immersive, and deeply emotional—not just words on a page, but a journey you experience with them. So, when I return to Finding the Heart of Magic, it will be with my complete focus and creative energy, ensuring that every chapter is worth the wait. Stay patient, dear readers—"Finding the Heart of Magic" will be back soon! Until then, thank you for being part of this journey. I look forward to bringing Edith and Drake's story back to life for you! Much love, Mirto

She said Frowned. "I didn't mean that. I was just asking." He said. "Yes I like to read story books. Especially this book. It is a story about a warrior who lost his master. His senior killed his master to take his master's secret diary. Now the warrior run away with the book to save. This story is just like my story. That's why I like this book." She replied with her head down. The story book was in her hands and her eyes were staring at the book. Her tears fall down on the book.

Before her sat a stack of books that seemed to hum with their own internal light. The cover was a masterpiece of Aetheric printing - a shifting, iridescent swirl of sapphire and gold that moved under the reader's touch. "The Color of Magic" was not a textbook. It was a love letter to a world that had finally opened its eyes. "For ten thousand years, we called the dark 'evil' because we couldn't see the spectrum within it," Emma told the packed room of reporters and scholars. Her voice was bright, her presence a beacon of the "Visual-Harmony" she had spent years perfecting. "Magic isn't a weapon. It’s the highest form of light. It’s the way the universe breathes. This book is for the child wh

"She didn't think anyone was in here." I lick my lips, feeling oddly drawn to the book. "What is it?" "Something really rare," Alice says. "There are only a few like it in the world. It's called, 'The Secret History of Magic.' It tells the real story of magic. It helps you to understand that there are many ways to look at everything." "Okay," I say. It's starting to feel like I'm stuck in Alice's fantasy. Next thing I know she'll be telling me she knows how to fly.

Lark said. Earth released his grip and he can't see Lark anymore. “Why? Where did you go?” Earth asked. “Oh, you can't see me now, that's because you are seeing me for the first time, it's just temporary. "So only by physical contact can I see you" he still couldn't believe it. Now that there is somebody he can speak to, he no longer felt lonely. "Do you know what is the name of this house of the academy?" he asked and continued asking more questions such as where can he find the books that contains information about the academy of magic and the like.

Rose as she continued to read the book in front of her. “Yeah, okay…” Cecilia also continued reading. The stack of books were all about magic. “Magus: Basic Structures Of Magic Circles” “Gifts Granted By God” “Divine Magic And Belief” “Elemental Resonance Between Magic And Science” “Advanced Guide to Magic” were some of the titles among others. Rose’s objective was to master at least a few high tier magic for the upcoming fight. That was the original plan that she thought of when she had just returned from the last quest but as of now, she was keeping watch. Her eyes also took quick glances at Cecilia.