Magic Novel Series Novels & Stories

I drank his blood. Magnus took a deep breath, his expression growing serious. "Actually," he started, his tone making Cathy pause mid-rant. She felt a sudden chill, sensing there was more to come. ‘More. There's always more.’ Magnus glanced at the dragon, which had the audacity to look smug. Cathy's gaze darted between them, her heart racing. ‘Conspiracy. They're all in on it.’ "There's more," Magnus continued, his voice gentle but firm. "The dragon's been sharing its magic through my blood, protecting them because... well, they're not just wolf pups."

Elaine spoke the words down into the glass; the magic seemed to hear her, and as she gave a tug, the lid lifted. The book beneath the glass peered through Elaine. The volumes’ binding was smooth leather, and the stitching was gold. Long, smooth letters were intricately painted across the front, and her hand brushed them softly. It was the most precious book in the world. Reaching down, she pulled it out and flipped to the page she desired. There it was in thick black letters, the word luck. The pages of the book were filled with names and places, a guide to every gifted being in the land. It was centuries old and was only written on by the top magistrate himself, the king’s second in command

They weren’t listening for insight anymore. They were listening for permission. And that scared her. Because what if no one had the right to give it? Hours earlier, Ari had returned to Mira’s journal in the Citadel vault. She was two-thirds through its pages now, and the entries had grown scattered like Mira’s mind had begun to fray before she ever died. But in the margin of a torn page, Ari had found a single note that stopped her: “The true risk of magic is not misuse. It is interpretation. Magic becomes what the world assumes it should be.

Having said that, he entered the portal before it closed. Malachi sighed and went to sit on the edge of the bed with both hands on his head. His mind was a mess. His head hurt as he reeled at what Veryl just confessed to him. At why she left without a goodbye and turned him into a mad man, trying to find her. He closed his eyes at distant memories of how he wasted years just to be able to cross between worlds to find her. “Fuck me!” He muttered. That kind of magic… The Forbidden Book Of Ancient Spells Of The World did mention about the long forgotten magic but he never fully paid attention to it until now.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

“Don’t even start Conor; I don’t care why you killed him. He was the best henchman I ever had, and you killed him over a woman! Sickening- Pathetic even!” Zachary started walking over to me. “Presently, there is a single Mage on this planet who possesses that same secret magic.” He grabbed me by my left arm and dragged me into the center of the open space and snapped his fingers. “Only one Mage can have the Death magic at a time. I bet you’ll never guess who that is, rat.” He hauled me to my feet and held my left arm tightly. I wish it weren’t me. “I’ll make you pay for not telling me about that magic sooner.” He hissed in my ear. “If you thought I wouldn't find out about this magic, I hope

Something strange happens in Rafe's house, especially in Luna's room. A very old magic book, the Grimoire, opens by itself. The room feels even stranger when ghostly laughter is heard. Then suddenly a clear sentence breaks the silence. "I must hurry with this plan," says a mysterious voice, and then the Grimoire disappears as if it had never been there. The story moves to the wilds of Borneo, a different and secret place. Here many helicopters, supported by air force planes, are searching for something important.

After him it just said 'Moon Goddess'. I turned the last page and saw another divider. This one was named 'Lycan Magic', and my curiosity peaked. This divider held a bunch of papers too, but most of them I didn't understand. Then, I saw a page that said 'blood magic'. I stopped and read it.

Spells danced across the pages, their whispers resounding through the stillness of the room. And then, a glimmer of understanding pierced the veil of my consciousness. The words on the scrolls converged, forming a picture of ancient rituals and forgotten incantations. A surge of anticipation coursed through me. I had found it—the key to unlocking the dormant magic within. I had found the only object that could take away and give magic blood. The Belvidere Illinois Amulet. It is a Red amulet that has magic blood stored inside it. If I could find it and have it as mine then I would be able to save everyone.

It was hand written. She went on, flipping the book and stopping to read through some parts of it. It was a book about spells and she found herself laughing at the silliness of the thought that magic was still in existence. Some of the spells in the book made Matilda to shake her head and conclude that the book had been written during the time that witches existed. Some of the recipes in the book had ingredients like a two day old crow's blood, the crushed bark of a cider tree, four leaved clovers, mint leaves that had bloomed in the summer and many other bizarre ingredients.