Magus Books Novels & Stories

His red eyes deepened, indicating his desire to sort things out. "One of the book of history has gone missing last night. The Book of Creation. And then this morning, it is found on its shelf again. Not a piece was taken nor changed," Merko said. I had been to their library a couple of times and had seen that book. However, due to my very busy schedule, I could not read it since I have to prioritize knowing more about potions. "It is not allowed to take the books out of the bibliotheca. How come that it has gone missing? Who was patroling last night?" Yamiko asked.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

His eyes caught on a footnote at the bottom: See also: Fated Bonds for cases of supernatural attraction overriding species instinct. Nathan froze. The Special Section required faculty permission, but the wolf in him recognized opportunity. He waited until the librarian stepped away before slipping behind the circulation desk. The Special Section door opened with a creak that set his teeth on edge. Inside, the air smelled different—older, heavier with magic. His night vision sharpened as he scanned the shelves until he found it: Fated Bonds: When Instinct Overrides Reason. The cover felt strangely warm under his fingertips, bound in what his wolf recognized immediately as wolfskin.

A thick, weathered book lay open before her, its yellowed pages vibrating slightly. She spoke in a low, melodic voice: “Estra me seish kruel. Estes ses seish kruel. Hillma re kuvena celin. Oshrma celin.” The candles flickered wildly, and the air in the room grew colder. ‘That’s black magic!’ Naila’s voice rang sharply in my mind. I stiffened. ‘How do you know that?’ ‘It’s written on the book’s spine. That’s a forbidden spellbook.’

Her mansion is purely vintage. The walls are bookshelves overcrowded with books, even the lengthy table in the middle of this space is occupied with books and blueprints of magic—just like how messy a mage could be. I laid the carrier on the table, silently, observing her motions that might seem alarming while she's performing enchantment to Hedwelch and Danteleon.

‘Um, hey, Nina is wondering if she could borrow the spellbook from you, please? ‘She knows you are both banned from casting magic and spells. So I can’t loan either of you the book. Even I shouldn’t have the book.’ ‘Please, Magnus, let her borrow it just for tonight?’ I sigh and walk over to my school bag, unzip it, and take the spellbook out. ‘I will give it to her, though.’ ‘Okay.’ She smiles and follows me. I stop and face May. ‘Alone…’ I say. ‘Oh… I’ll just be going to my room then.’ She says, annoyed.

Well, Meguitte had her magic. She had secret, secure places filled with a treasure-trove of arcane items, spell books, wands, crystals, athames, chalices, cauldrons, and esoteric items that she had collected throughout her life – from dragon scale to mermaid tears, and every day sought out more. More secrets, more knowledge, and the security that having them gave her, even if she did not possess the power to use them.

Megan came and plopped herself in the seat next to me. “What are you up to” “Just looking to see what I need for Uni, I need a few books, so I was thinking about heading out on my bike and going to the bookshop” “Want us to come with you?” I looked at her, she hates bookshops “Na, you hate book shops unless they sell magic ones. You and James can go hang out. I will catch up with you later” “My mum has shown me a rune that I can put on Chad that will cause him erectile disfunction” Megan laughed

"Put the Book of Indina on that shelf for now. We will open it later." "What’s the deal with the book, anyway?" I asked as I slid it onto the wood. "Why did it disappear the last time I saw it?" "It bears the history and traditions of mages," Elder Kaelith said. "It contains names, locations, and secrets that would be catastrophic in the wrong hands. Because of that, all three copies of the book have been spelled. Only a mage can see the text. To anyone else, it appears as a blank ledger or simply doesn't exist to their eyes at all."

Low and urgent. I unlock the door and Kaleb steps inside. He’s carrying a stack of leather-bound books that smell of dust and centuries-old magic. He kicks the door shut behind him and locks it again. "I emptied the restricted section," he says, dumping the books onto the rocking chair. "Everything we have on blood magic, binding rituals, and the Faction history." "Did anyone see you?" I want to believe that the pack will always be loyal to their Alpha, but who knows what Madilyn is capable of.