Magic Scroll Novels & Stories

Turning around she took a look at the shelves before searching through the books that stayed where they were for years but unexpectedly she didn’t find anything, as far as she remembered the magic scrolls that her mother made and instilled magic with were kept in the drawers, however now those scrolls were gone and couldn’t be found meaning someone came to the shack, opened the locked drawer and took everything with them. “ You have to be kidding me,” Levy ran a hand through her hair in frustration, though the magic scrolls were instilled with magic her mother was a clever lady, she never put an entire m

Erik noticed that. "You can talk, Mr. Potter." "Thank you, sir. I wanted to ask what kind of magic is this that you are using?" "It's called magecraft, Mr. Potter. While wizards and witches use a wand to focus their magic and cast spells, magecraft is an advance use of magic. It doesn't require a focus to use when you are an advanced user, but most people still use a staff. Magecraft differs from wizardry and witchcraft in the way you shape and use your magic. Where wizards and witches use mainly intent and enchantations, mages use heavy math and knowledge to construct the magic circles for their spells. Like this blue one that I am using to examine you."

The message hidden within was undoubtedly important, but its contents remained a mystery. As her eyes traced the curves and lines of the symbols, she realized that this was no ordinary spell. It was a form of scrying magic, one used to reveal hidden truths or visions. Her breath caught as she recognized the potential implications. If this spell held information about the recent disturbances in the coven or the identity of the saboteur, it could be a game-changer.

He raised two fingers, and purple flame ignited at their tips. Tepes pressed the flaming fingers to the ground. A circle erupted beneath him—large, complex, runed with symbols I had never seen. The magic hummed, deep and resonant, vibrating in the air like a heartbeat. Lily squinted. “That’s not any spell I know.” Scott frowned. “What exactly is this, Father?” “This circle generates my flames in a controlled radius,” Tepes said. “It will melt the ice. Everywhere.” “Then do it yourself,” Scott snapped.

Magic shimmered faintly around the fabric, a soft, golden glow that pulsed like a heartbeat. “There’s a concealment spell on this,” Gertrude said, her voice low and focused. “Whoever this traitor is, they used strong magic to mask their scent. But…” She paused, her brow furrowing. “I’m starting to lift the spell. Give me a moment longer.” She said, her voice filled with hope and certainty.

The bamboo slip. It was vibrating vigorously. But it stopped moving the moment she picked it up. "W-What's with this?" Before she could understand what was going on, a drop of blood fell from her chin, forming a stain on the scroll. "No! Not here!" The drip quickly spread across the surface, revealing hints of ancient characters on the empty pieces that were starting to rattle again. Her blood churned and connected the tips of the letters in a spherical movement. Miracle rubbed her eyes, making sure it wasn't an illusion. As the swirls intensified, the bamboo book slipped from her fingers. A halo of silvery smoke emerged from the scroll, its expansion steady and ominous. The words pulsed wit

Up until this point, I’d only manifested items that I really needed--like the proof that the jewels were real and appraised, not just for the heck of it. Still, Nuthatch seemed to be doubting my abilities at the moment, so I wanted to show him something pretty impressive. With a deep breath, I conjured up the image of an awe inspiring manifestation, something that was guaranteed to make him stop doubting my skills. When I heard the other mage take a stuttered breath and mutter something I didn’t quite understand under his breath, I knew I’d been successful. I opened my eyes and turned to see a majestic beast cutting between the trees, her white coat catching the light and giving her a soft g

Be it the sect master of the Plenilune Sect or the grand elder, all of them dispelled the notion of jumping into the swamp. Only Hermione was a little unwilling to let it go. It was the Ten-Point Forbidden Spell, after all. Even an ancient goddess from ancient times had some things that they coveted. “I have the Reflective Eye, as well as the treasure attire that my goddess master has given me. I’m not afraid! “I can chase after him. For the sake of the Ten-Point Forbidden Spell, it’s worth it.” Thinking of this, Hermione grabbed the Reflective Eye from her mind palace. The mirror whirled around her, and a silver light wrapped around her body before she too jumped into the swamp.

Nya took the Heart of Magic and put it in the chest, casting a spell that would transfer the magic to Slate, and when she closed the door, it locked under a spell that only Slate could open. Taking a deep breath, Nya stepped back a few steps, glad to have that done. Now, she had to figure out how to get back to the battle. Her eyes went to Gator. He was still stone, her spell not breaking when she transferred the power, though she was sure that Slate could reverse it if he wanted to. She’d have to find another way. “Is everything all right?” She heard the voice of the maid as she came into the room. “Oh, my!”

Cassie asked the inquisitive hybrid, and Blair took out her necklace to show it and replied, "Yeah." "That one makes you human if you wish to be because of the spell in it. It hides your supernatural auras and form. And it works for witches only, whether Northern or Southern. While this Mirak's Crystal, which I have acquired by the moment I turned twenty-one and was given to me by my mom, lets any witch travel to places by creating a portal if you wish to do so. Same like teleporting." My best friend explained, which made me and my mate make oh faces. It's so damn cool.