Magic Scroll Novels & Stories

Lose the clarity of your gaze, from this moment you will see no more! Jeanne yelps, the spell has worked, she has gone blind. She spreads her trembling hands in front of her and growls. —Very good trick. I must admit, it is... uncomfortable not being able to see where I'm going. - She advances in my direction and I run away without turning my back on her.

I didn't have the first clue and a small whine escaped from me as I tried to figure it out. Derek understood my dilemma, "Just relax, take a deep breath, and concentrate hard on being human. The magic should do it automatically." I took a deep breath and tried to picture myself as I looked in the mirror. I put all my will into that thought and concentrated on becoming human. It took me a long moment, but I felt the world begin to melt and shimmer around me. I ended up crouched on the table completely naked.

Only my eyes somehow land on Lucy, who works up his lips in a telltale smirk. "Can you wash my back?" He asks innocently, nodding at a bucket of water he summoned out of nowhere. "The water has been purified and enchanted by my magic—it will heal my back if you rub it in with that cloth." "Oh... Sure?" I sit down behind him, staring at his broad back that takes up my entire field of vision. My hand is trembling. Lucy's body is like dark poetry and a sight to behold. "So... I rub your back? It won't hurt you?"

Only rage and hunger. We gathered in the next room. Lora laid out the scroll she’d tucked into her pack, her fingers moving quickly as she traced the words. Greg leaned against the table, face pale. “Are you sure this isn’t some ancient suicide note?” “Very funny,” Lora muttered. “This is older than the Council. Older than most packs. This is moon goddess-level magic.” “And that’s supposed to make me feel better?” I asked. “I’m not asking you to feel anything,” she snapped. “I’m telling you, this might be our only shot.”

Cassian quickly explained, "Dr. Watkins, for cases such as Ms. Landon's, there are still solutions available." Eric's frown deepened as he asked, "It sounds like you have an idea." "I do," Cassian said with a nod. "What is it?" "We can use a Madiora enchantment." "Don't be ridiculous!" Eric snapped with a scowl. "In this day and age, I can't believe that someone would still bring up such mumbo jumbo. Are you trying to get yourself kicked out of the hospital?" "Let me explain, Dr. Watkins. Madiora enchantments aren't mumbo jumbo. It's a profound field of mystic arts that can truly help remove Ms. Landon's scar for her—"

I blinked hard, forcing back the stinging tears welling up. Then, I pulled out the ancient parchment scroll that I had prepared long ago. "Sign it, Nicholas. I'm dissolving the mate bond. This is a magic scroll I bought that can dissolve the bond painlessly. We're using it now."

“Not necessarily, her hair can even be plucked carefully by anyone who gets close enough to her. Even a strand can be of use. I think you both need to learn how to fortify yourselves.” “How is that even possible?” “The scroll I have you on the last page is a fortification spell. But I will do the spell now on Melissa, you can do yours later.” “Alright, is there anything else I need to know.” “No, I'm just surprised you called for now. Why did you do that?” “You're the only person I know that can do magic. I don't know any other person.” “Okay, let me help your mate.” He walked to her bedside and chanted in a strange tongue. Red light filled his hands then left him and envelopes Melissa. It s

My fingers moved fast but carefully. The third shelf from the bottom was where I found the gap. One scroll was missing. The parchment on lunar alignments and amplification, the one that detailed how moonlight could be channeled through a vessel to amplify or suppress power. The one Mara had told me to protect before she died. The one that explained exactly how dangerous the Moon Witch could become if her control slipped even once. My stomach dropped.

All the power she had cultivated over the last twelve days—the pure, condensed silver light—burst out of her fingers and slammed into the falling scrolls. The Divine Magic didn’t just light the scrolls; it froze them. The parchment, already seconds from touching the black surface, hung suspended two inches above the ruined water, encased in a shimmering layer of silver light. It was a shield, a cocoon, a barrier of pure Divinity holding back the destruction of the contaminated artifact. Nova stared, her mouth agape. The crowd was silent again, witnessing a miracle that dwarfed the Priestess’s parlor trick. Kael used the opportunity. He moved with the speed of a striking viper, sweeping past

The white-haired woman pulled a contraption from her robes, like the bridle of a horse. “What is that?” I recoiled. The mage with the melodious voice stepped forward and grabbed my face by the jaw, holding me still. I tried to pull away. The contraption had a metal bar with sharp looking spikes and a framework of leather straps. “Hold her,” the woman ordered the men as I screamed and struggled against them. The half-ogre roared in response, and for a moment, fought his way free of his guards. “Ianaceo,” she growled out at the ogre with the bitter bite of magic, and the ogre fell flat onto the floor, though he continued to growl and groan, he could not move. “Don’t make me do the same to you,