Magic Pharmacist Book Nook Novels & Stories

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

Leikos remained silent in his mind, brooding and pacing. "She was indeed very intelligent," his mother murmured, awe and appreciation nestled in her tone. Elias simply hummed. Then he chanted something, a spell maybe that he must have given to Erica and the pages suddenly glowed gold and then dimmed. Xavier watched the magic with wide eyes before he, too joined them and his jaw slacked open when he saw that there weren't any more symbols or unfamiliar letters. They had been replaced by clear readable pages. He let out a shaky breath as he stared at the page for some time. "Alright, let's begin."

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.

“Lots of magic users use scrying to spy or talk to people far away. It’s in lots of fantasy stories. Even Merlin scried in the Arthurian legends. Nostradamus got all his predictions from candlelight and a bowl of water.” “Okay, enough, I believe you. A point to it being a witch’s recipe book. Let’s see what’s in this.” Gemma took the heavy leather strap in a firm grasp and pulled on it. A moment later it gave under her pulling. They looked at the book for a moment in almost stunned silence. “Are you going to open it?” “Oh, yeah.” Gemma carefully opened the book with a dishtowel. The book’s yellowed pages made crinkling noises, the ink gray rather than black. “It’s old, that’s for sure. But w

The book looks ancient, in an intriguing way, old leather binds the pages together. “Come look at this.” I call over to Creed. Skimming my fingers along the cover. It’s so beautiful, I start skimming the first few pages seeing simpler spells like, blindness spell, forgetness spell, protection spell, as I keep scanning each page the spells get more and more complicated. “What did you find?” Creed asks when he gets up to me. “My mothers spell book… there are some very complicated spells In this.” I whisper out loud. Creeds pov.

Basic Classes: Magical Philosophy — How to think like a powerful being. Forbidden History — Secrets no one else knows. Ritual Architecture — How to build magic spaces. Ethics & Corruption — What happens when you go too far. Bloodfire Combat & Binding — Duels, Contracts, loyalty, and power. The Art of Influence — Magic through words, emotions, or seduction. Each title stirred nostalgia in me. I felt like I knew them by heart. Beneath those, a smaller note had been scrawled in elegant script, likely Mistress Lune’s:

Magic they feared. I run my fingers across the cracked spines until I find what I’m looking for: Ancient Witchcraft of the Forgotten Era. Bound in deep green leather, barely holding together. The writing on the cover is almost worn off. I carry it to one of the heavy tables near the back and sit. The pages whisper as I turn them, the old ink uneven, some parts blurred by time or water damage. Spells of healing. Curses of madness. Rituals of possession. Nothing I haven’t seen before—

I wipe my tear with a finger. My mate is such a child; he can be protective, a playful pup, romantic in the wrong place, fearful, and emotional in a day. The rest of my life will never be boring. I saw Acro walking around the two and when she stretched her neck to squint at me, I lifted my thumb. What's more powerful than magic is words—a power that can soften the corrupted heart. Later on, one of the spellbooks levitates and the pages flip on their own.

"Probably, the answer to your question." Her gaze observed the black antique book sharply and frowned, "How is it connected to this?" Scarlett questioned, suspicious. "Let's open it first," Nicole muttered, escaping her question, and with the tip of her index finger, she slid over the longest root and paused at the edge before cracking it with a press. Slowly, the other roots started moving and after a few seconds, they disappeared, earning a surprised scowl from Scarlett, "This is... Pure sorcery!" Holding a knowing smile on her face, Nicole slowly opened the book. The pages were crusty and some places burnt. the ink used in the book was no longer Available.

I raised my voice angrily and she shook her head frantically at my question and managed to point to a wretched-looking spell book that lay by her fireplace. I immediately released her hair and made my way over to the spell book and lifted the huge dusty book off of the floor. I flipped through carefully and I saw familiar spells that I’d used to get rid of several others until I finally landed on the spell for incurable madness. Satisfied with my discovery, I tore the sheet of paper and tucked it into my purse that was strapped on my waist. “Well, thank you for your cooperation,” I told her in a sarcastic and cheery tone as Aaron finally released his grip on her.