Magic Fantasy Books Novels & Stories

Obviously the library. Frost wandered around the library. Trying to find a useful book to read. "World of Mages and Supernaturals. This one." "Royal Family of Esperanza Kingdom." Frost brought the two books she has found towards the brown couch. She sat down and started reading the first book she found.

I inquired, confused about all of it. “I… I don't know, but the book knows…” She got up and took out some very old book from the top bookshelf in the room. It wasn't an ordinary book, it looked like an expensive antique. It had a leather cover, and beautiful ornaments all around the front and side. When she opened it I felt some wave of electricity flowing through my body. “You felt it, right? That's magic,” Grandma chuckled, “This is our family's magic book. It has an answer to most of the magical problems we could encounter,” she explained.

"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.

The thought came out in a shaky breath as I kept reading. Because werewolves were physically stronger and far greater in number, the mages were on the losing end. Even with their abilities, using magic drained them, making their powers almost useless in an active war zone. Which led some of them to seek out something forbidden… I paused as I turned the page, only to find it jumped to an entirely different creature. My eyes scanned it once. Then again. And that’s when i realized the remaining pages had been ripped out. A growl rose in my chest the second it sank in, and before I could stop myself, I grabbed the book and hurled it across the room.

The pattern on the front was of a wolf howling at the moon, encircled in intricate intertwining branches. Curling up in my favourite chair, I carefully lay the book in my lap and open the cover. “The ancient art of untamed magic, “I read aloud and took in the subject matter. Untamed magic was the old term used for dark or forbidden magic. My hands shook as I took in the magnitude of what I was reading. There were witches in this house channelling untamed magic, Alune was right, and it terrified me.

She realized then that Nikjin would believe anything that Zokman said because he had unwavering confidence in the man’s words. “Are you deliberately trying to put me in trouble here?” She asked Zokman. “Do you even truly have sorcery powers or are you just messing with your lord’s head?” She heard Nikjin’s sharp intake of breath and saw how Zokman’s eyes widened in surprise. “How dare you question my powers?” He asked angrily. “Do you need proof? I will show you one right now!” He dug a hand into a worn-out leather satchel in front of him to retrieve a fistful of what looked like fine sand, then he threw it into the fire. The substance produced a huge grey mist that became reflective like a

The room it revealed smelled of old books, dust, and ancient magic. I followed her in, unable to stop my mouth from falling open. The room was perfectly round, every wall covered with bookshelves all the way up the long, cone-shaped ceiling until it stopped at the point. Books lined the entire expanse. "This is incredible." "Within these walls are the histories of all magic. I've been here eighteen years and still haven't read them all." She went over to one of the shelves, tapped the wood, and said some words. This time the shelves folded in on themselves to reveal a secret door. "This is where we keep the most dangerous books." After more magic words, the door opened. Wind blew loose stran

“I heard of this book as a kid. It's called the book of forbidden spells. Only to be used when one is in dire danger and needs urgent saving.” She stopped at a page and placed it before me. “That is it. Can you even read it?” The page before me seemed like gibberish, rubbish that I could read. When I shook my head at Magma, she sighed and then leaned forward. “Oops, you have to take that off. I forgot. There is no way you can do magic with it on you. That means you'll dispel energy and your scent. Are you willing to risk being found?* I didn't even need to think about it. That was exactly what I wanted.

I couldn't help but gasp aloud. "This is my office, but I want you to feel free to come in here anytime you want. Take anything you want. My books are your books." I wandered around the edges of the room, looking at all the books in Derek's library. His tastes leaned toward biography, history, and various types of non-fiction. I was almost ready to give up when I found a few shelves of science fiction and fantasy books. Oh man, he had a full set of 'Harry Potter.' That would keep me happy for a week or two. I happily pulled the first one off the shelf.

The ceiling above shimmered with faint enchantments—twinkling stars embedded in glass and crystal that pulsed like a living night sky. She trailed her fingers along the spines, marveling at the titles: The Lost Histories of Astira, The Blood of Forgotten Queens, Mystic Bonds and Magical Lineage, The Vaelthorne Chronicles… That last one gave her pause. She pulled it free and settled into the nearest high-backed chair, curling into its velvet seat like she belonged there. For hours, Seraphine read. Some books were stories, others records of laws, others theories of old magic—names and places she had only heard whispered by old women in markets. And others still… felt oddly familiar, like piece