Magical Stories Book Novels & Stories

Maeve’s POV Holding the spellbook in my hands, I could feel the power radiating off it. It was amazing that I couldn’t feel the power until the safe was open, but now I’m staring down at it, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. This spellbook once belonged to my mother and it was a book that only an Enigma could use, which meant when my baby was old enough, he’d be able to use this book. It was filled with dark magic and spells that could destroy the entire world if not careful. This was a book that didn’t belong in the hands of King Arlan.

The book opened on its own and pages quickly flipped until the desired page was found. Then she passed it over to me. The book was very old, ancient even, but was protected from deterioration by magic. It was not written in English, but I was still able to understand it somehow. I would question that part later on. ‘Energy Cage for Gods and DemiGods’ was the title of it.

It was a book they had read countless times, but each time, it held a new magic, a new wonder for Theo. “Once upon a time,” Hazel began, her voice soft and soothing, “there was a little bear named Barnaby who loved to go on adventures.” Theo’s eyes widened, his attention captivated by the story. He listened intently, his tiny fingers tracing the illustrations, his imagination soaring with each word Hazel spoke. The story of Barnaby the bear, his adventures in the forest, his encounters with talking squirrels and mischievous rabbits, filled the room with a sense of magic and wonder. Theo giggled at Barnaby’s antics, his heart filled with joy.

“I’m sure you remembered this book, the ancient heirloom passed down from my ancestors. Inside, there were various spells and instructions for magical rituals. One of them was the prophecy about the Supreme Luna. Only those with magical talent could read it.” She smiled with a flushed face this time, handing me the book. Its pages had yellowed and worn. The musty smell of an old book infected with mold pierced my nose. Yet the book still looked sturdy, with a thick brown leather cover and silver knots binding its spine. I saw that book once in my life. Mrs. Geeny once taught me a few spells and the basics of using magic. The book explained that using magic was merely a manipulation of energy

As a result, scientists agreed to name them with the term 'Magical Girls' according to these folk tales. “Oh, so this is what the original version of the book written by Reki Vidmann was like.” Alisa read the book carefully. She then concluded that the book was almost the same as the book ‘Encyclopedia of the History of Magical Science’ that was widely circulated in society. However, Rikka told the girl that there was something very different in the original edition of the book. "Indeed, at first glance, the book is almost the same as the book that is used as a guide to magical science today. But try to pay close attention to the author's notes."

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We need to find it before anyone does. Sheila stood up from a green bench, and adjusted her brown newsboys' hat over her head. "A book can make wishes come true?" Her blue eyes widened in amazement. "Didn't I just say that?" Louisa wiggled her brows mischievously. Sheila pouted. "What kind of a book is that?" "Magical book, like the kind you see in fantasy movies." She snaked her hand around Sheila's neck and spoke in an undertone, "This is the moment where you will see your dreams colliding with reality."

Next to her was a plate that used to have a pile of sandwiches on it, most of which had migrated into my stomach. “Yes, I want to learn magic. Are there any books that tell you how?” So far I hadn’t found anything other than bad novels and some out of date almanacs. Something along the lines of Magic For Dummies would have been ideal, but I hadn’t come across anything even close to that. “No, of course there aren’t,” she said. “How would a book be able to teach you something like that? You either can do magic or you can’t.” I flicked through a book called Out In The Field, which turned out to be a guide to planting crops at different times of the year, and placed it back on the shelf.

It felt like I was a page ripped out from one story and forcefully pasted in your book of life. Mom brought storybooks of princesses and prince, angels, demons, mermaids, fairies, magic and whatnot to make me believe that magic exists. And like Cinderella, one-day Kirito will come to my place and take me away to a huge castle and angels would guide our way forever.

I used all my force and magic but it did not work. "Once you try to read the magical books then you cannot get out unless you read the book you came for", the spirit bird told me.