Novel & Cerita Magic Castle Readers Books

“You are right. But I'll stay up late to see who's sitting in my room without my will.” “We’d better see your books.” Johnny checked the books in Elizabeth’s hand. In the pile of book prepared for the girl there were: Encyclopedia of magical eras, from the beginning to the present day, Find out what others have done ... and become a better wizard, by Mark Zitter Geography of magical places and unknown fantastic areas, Beaten tracks ... and uncommon roads, by Julia Simens Beasts rarely seen ... or never met, Seen in dream ... in dim mindset, by Hans von Kilberg

"But it's not going to be easy on any of you." Anastasia places a piece of paper in front of us and we all gasp. My heart breaks. It's not much of a surprise, but still. For some reason, these people decided to create a posse of idiots thinking they can rule the world once all the magic is gone from the earth and turned it into poison. On it are the names of young students we all know. Including my sister.

I folded my hands around my chest, watching as she brought out a pale orb of hazy reddish light and kept chanting, the orb changed into a crimson-red glow before changing into a black light that displayed Asher’s castle. She took out a dark book of magic, flipping through the pages while I watched her in silence. The pages looked paper-thin as if held together just by a spider web thread that would tear at any instance. She closed her eyes and seemed to be doing something with her mind. Her hand hovered over the book while she held one of it in her other hand and began chanting again.

I didn’t hesitate for more than a second. I was eight years old, sitting in the castle library with a book spread open on my lap. It was one of Mother’s forbidden texts—I’d snuck it from her study when she wasn’t looking. The words were hard to understand, full of complicated magic terms, but I was trying my best to read them. The door burst open. Mother stood in the doorway, her face twisted with rage. I’d never seen her so angry. Her eyes glowed purple with power, and the shadows in the room seemed to reach toward her like living things.

The magic book opened on its own, Rico and Niffa patiently wait for whatever the blank page will going to write, they were seated, together, at the long wooden table surrounded by the wall of books. A light was formed, and the empty page was filled with letterings in a freestyle script carved within the thin sheet of paper. They narrowed their eyes trying to read the first letter, it was too bright, and the lettering was almost as white as the paper. The light vanished and the letters turned into tinted black, thick and printed, not written by a hand. The whole page was filled, it says,

The rest of the page was blank There was nothing about their gifts and nothing in this book helped with unblocking Kris’s. The last book was the orange one and it was completely blank not a single letter was found in the book. I shook my head, even magic played games with me. I sat the orange book down thinking about going on a search of my own to see if this place was holding back on me when my eyes caught the giant red book in the middle of the table I didn't even here it land on the table.

Mother Agnes says. "Okay," I say. I follow Mother Agnes to another room. Libby follows up, bringing the book. There is a table with candles and a black and purple cloth resting neatly on it. The three of us sit at the table. Libby scoots the book to Mother Agnes for her to open. Mother Agnes says something over the book in almost a whisper. The book opens. The book seems to take on a life of its own. The page race from the beginning to the end and then settle on the first page.

“Oh my stars.” I openly gaped at the magic that was swirling around. A mere lightshow. A low grade ability that even I can do flawlessly. Nonetheless, I believe it was still something to marvel at. Magic was a sight to see. No matter how small. “Amazing isn’t it?” Sungul grinned proudly, “To know that you’ll soon have a familiar in your grasp.”

I noticed it’s in an old arabic script, I forgot how much my sister loved the book of the gods and learnt to read old Arabic as she never trusted the translation. My Aunt Lil takes the book from her kissing her head, Emerald shrinks back to her seat, she hates all eyes on her. I turn back as my mother asks if aunt Lil can read it, with a look that says seriously. Aunt Lil whispers a spell and we all watch as the old writing bends and reshapes into our language.

I gasped. “Isn’t everyone?” he chuckled. Then, with a more serious tone, he said, “Oh, that’s right. I forgot that you never knew you had magic and your brother-in-law has been making regular visits to your bed to take it from you so now, you have an empty shine.” “You’re with the society?” I asked, incredulously. “Not the one that your pet detective is a member of,” he smugly said. “They’re outdated stick in the muds who don’t deserve to be able to use magic. In fact, they use it so seldom that they all basically suck at it.”