Magic Scroll Novels & Stories

Far down the pass, an explosion ripped through the snow, and the air filled with the scent of scorched flesh. From the smoke, more figures emerged — but these weren’t Bloodforged. They were guild fighters. Harlow was at the front, sabers gleaming. “Step away from him!” Varrow’s smirk didn’t falter. “Ah. The cavalry.” In the chaos that followed, Killian caught a flash of Daryl’s hand — slipping something small and dark into Varrow’s pocket before stepping back. A seed of magic. Timed magic. Killian realised it just as Varrow’s cloak flared, blocking his sight — and when it dropped again, both Varrow and Daryl were gone.

E Eventually, the leader returned, clutching an aged wooden box. Clearing away the accumulated dirt and dust, the leader chanted a magical incantation, causing the box to unlock instantaneously. Within the box lay a scroll. If the assassins were well-versed, they would instantly recognize this scroll as containing Grand Scale Magic—an immensely powerful form of magical knowledge and capability. "I never anticipated that this scroll might become useful," the leader remarked. "This scroll holds the Grand Scale Magic, Rising Meteor. Take it. I suspect Riel is far from a straightforward individual."

She carefully unrolled the scroll, her eyes scanning the arcane symbols and encrypted messages. But as she translated the ancient text, a sense of foreboding settled over her. The scroll revealed a startling twist—a fragment of the dark curse responsible for the Magus's transformation was entwined with the Veritas Reliquary. To break the curse, they would not only have to find the Reliquary but also discover how to separate the dark fragment from its protective magic.

Definitely yes. But I kept going. Backing out now wasn’t an option. “You are finally here,” she muttered when she saw me, baring her teeth in what looked like a grin. She held a clear crystal bowl in her hands, filled with... something. I stared at it, curious but too nervous to ask. “This is a powerful magic I made using Vladimir’s blood,” she said. “It will help make the spell work.” I nodded slowly, feeling a bit more confident. “Stretch out your left palm,” she said firmly.

But now that it was using it's basic form against them, they were in deep trouble. Holding his stepdaughter's hand, he activated a scroll he'd taken out of his enchanted ring. It was meant to teleport them a short distance away from this vile creature. Anywhere was better than facing off against it in this small shelter. As long as they could leave this place, he would keep making use of the teleportation scrolls he had left. After that unpleasant incident with that shape-shifting fellow in SilverCayne, Myles had gotten more teleportation scrolls. They didn't come cheap.

The air felt thick and heavy, like the moments right before a massive thunderstorm hits. Malakai sat back in his chair, a cruel smile on his face. He picked up his silver cup and swirled the wine inside. Every time he moved his hands, small sparks of purple cosmic magic danced across his fingers. He wanted everyone to see his power. He wanted everyone to know he was not a normal wolf.

“This isn’t mine, okay? I only found this by chance. And I dropped something in here the reason I came back.” “Oh, what an honest answer. ” “I’m telling the truth, Ariah. And why do I need to explain to you?” he said, squinching up his face in mild indignation. “And stop sticking your nose to something it wasn’t supposed to be.” “I’m not telling you’re lying though. Allow me to tell you this one thing. Moon magic deals with emotions and manipulating them. I have this kind of spell which makes a person more open, so they’ll be more willing to tell me secrets.”

Anya’s brain stretched, trying to accommodate the pressure. “You are channeling too much. Cut it off!” Morozko shouted. His shield dissipated, and all that was left was a pulsing orb of gold. “What is this?” Anya yelled over the sucking sound her energy was making. “A scrying circle. Quick, imagine a drain, drawing your magic down into your core.” Morozko steadied her shaking waist. She focused on his firm hands, picturing a whirlpool in her gut. The scrying circle shattered like pond ice, fragmenting as it was sucked downwards.

"I'll reward you with this map." As soon as the Sect Master finished speaking, the scroll slowly rolled into a scroll and floated in front of Caspian. Caspian was also very interested in the magic weapon that could block his attack, and could rapidly evolve from the small world inside. He reached out and held it in his hand.