Magical Library Novels & Stories

Chloe said. "Are you sure you really saw that in the academy's library?" Troy asked and I nodded. “I found it when I was still gathering information about this magical world,” I said "This book has a life of its own. All your questions can be answered when you ask questions in the book but the answers it gives are often too deep which will make you more confused just like what is written here today. It may be heard the questions on my mind earlier and this is probably the book's answer to my question.” I said.

’ ‘If I wanted to study curses, where would I find the right book? ‘Oh, curses or any type of magic isn’t allowed, Magnus. Those books aren’t out here with the other books. We would get in big trouble if we studied any kind of witchery, voodoo, or magic.’ ‘Where are they kept then?’ ‘In the t-town library, behind lock and key, in a r-room out of sight.’ ‘Do you know where?’ ‘Y-yes.’ ‘Great! Meet me at the town library after school.’ I say, taking my leave.

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.

Only those beings that have been blessed with a magical bloodline will be able to enter through its doors. So my Dragon Knight blood was the only thing protecting me. Interesting. The Library was created by the very first magical being, a witch from ancient times. It is designed to help the seeker of knowledge find what it is they are looking for. Simply speak aloud what subject you wish to research and the library will find books for you. Good. I didn’t have any time to waste going through shelves. Once one has entered the Library of Magic, they cannot speak of its existence to another living soul, lest they be cursed for eternity.

Their bindings crackle softly under my touch, and the scent of old parchment clings to the air—earthy, musty, and somehow comforting. This library is massive. Three levels deep, with spiraling shelves that stretch into shadows, carved stone ladders, and floating platforms that hum softly when summoned by magic. I keep bumping my knee into the same chipped step, and there’s a cobweb stuck to my sleeve I keep forgetting to pull off.

Raven stepped into the library, looking at the mounds and mounds and stacks and shelves of books all around her. She could not remember one time ever seeing a library as boundless as this one. She walked alongside the stacks and started reading the types of books that were included in this library. She found there were books of all the creatures in the land. There were books about caster magic, human magic, the magic animals, the bitten, the history of the bitten and many many many other books. She took an interest in a thick, black, leather book, pulling it off of the shelf she noticed the dust being disturbed as the large book slid off of its place and her hands. Dust in the air as she wal

I kissed his cheek, and slipped out before I had second thoughts. The archives were ancient. A library beneath the castle, locked behind door after door woven with spells. It could only be opened by a Luna”—or a person with some Luna blood. It groaned as I pushed it open, and I was blasted in the face by cold air. The smell of ancient magic, of parchment and dust was in my nostrils. I lit the lanterns by snapping my fingers, and the flames took light in a spiral of gold. One shelf and then another of abandoned tomes receded into the darkness. Some whispered. Some shivered. Some had gone unopened for centuries.

“I’m focused on the fact that your wife, who is currently carrying the future of the cosmos, is about to walk into a building that is actively trying to eat itself. Forgive me for not being thrilled with your travel arrangements.” She had a point, which only served to irritate me further. The library wasn’t just a building. To my senses, it was a gaping wound. A low, discordant hum emanated from its stone walls, a pressure in the air that felt like a migraine waiting to happen. The ancient magic that saturated the place, once a placid reservoir of knowledge, was now a churning, septic pool. Misha stood between us, her hand resting on her stomach, her expression one of pained concentration. “

I never signed up for this, I just wanted to live a normal life as a normal wolf with my best friend… gosh I still missed her. With a weary sigh I looked up at the moonlight flooding my floor and murmured, “You see me but you do not seem to know me either.” --- Without making a sound I groped my way out of the dormitory, without a stir and reeling silence of bone. The inner compartment of the academy library was guarded by interlaced wards but most of them were keyed to resist physical, not magical, invasions. And lately, my magic didn’t like rules. I whispered and through my digits, made the sigil lock open with a surge of power.

She could bend it to her will. Closing her eyes, she focused. The air around her shimmered, the mist shifting in response to her command. She felt the guardians' magic—the corrupted energy that bound them to the library’s defenses. If she could sever that connection… The moment she thought it, her magic flared to life. A brilliant blue wave erupted from her hands, spreading outward like ripples on water. It washed over the guardians, their snarls turning to agonized screeches as their bodies seized. The glow in their eyes flickered and then dimmed as their forms convulsed. One by one, they collapsed into the mist, their bodies disintegrating into the very magic that had created them.