Magus Bookstore Novels & Stories

Towards the back, I found more crystals and among them was the high-rank mana accumulator I was looking for. On my way to buy it, I noticed they had a small section of different books for sale. As I looked at what was for sale, I saw they were all to do with magic. Apart from one of them, one was a book on parenting, 'Babies first fire, a new parents guide for newborns. Is this a magic shop or a baby store? I'm glad Larry can't see what book I'm looking at; I just know he would tease me again if he knew...'

The revelation came a long time ago, and all packs have been waiting patiently for the right time. Lyra's bookstore stood as a neglected monument at the outskirts of Serrowell—crooked stone tower, vines entwining its timbers, a wind-chime of bones whistling warnings over the distorted door frame. Inside, dust sparkled in slivers of light, and the air vibrated with latent magic. Elara trailed her hand over a shelf, the wood dulled with rot. All of the books here carried weight—not in years, but in significance. Lyra placed a leather-bound volume on the table. The cover was cracked and older, the emblem burned into the center glimmering dimly.

Alpha Ammon was only interested in the current state of the magic book which we believe Mr Smith stole from us, although he was yet to declare officially that he stole it. Mr Smith looked up at the Alpha. "I just told you Sir, that have not sold any of the books. Magaritha rejected them right away. She told me the books I have brought to sell to her, were nothing but useless! According to her, the knowledge in the books was all about basic magic and as such, she doesn't practice because she was above that level. Having heard what Magaritha said, I had no option but to return them to my house." "The magic book! Remember you have not said anything thing about it? Where is the magic book, Man!"

’ ‘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.

“Well, that’s great. Because of me, because of the event that I organized for you she got the chance to finally see you.” “Ohh damn! Where’s your brain?! You’re not getting my point here!” “Why not?! You know, you’re the one who’s confused here.” Magus is literally losing his patience with Dawn; he thinks that maybe he needs Dustine back and brings back Dawn wherever she comes. Dustine is easy to handle, and deal with since he’s afraid of him but the woman in front of him have a lot of gut and he can’t sense that she’s afraid of him, well, if his fangs are not showed she isn’t afraid but once it appears there goes the afraid Dawn.

She sighed and fixed it. Lately, the bookstore was getting crowdier than usual and there is only one reason. It is because of Alkhun and Amari. The news has spread the genius Alkhun Berhalkswan who defeated a B-Rank mage at the age of 12 was always in the Rafa bookshop. She didn't know if it was a blessing or what. Since the visitors only came to see with their own eyes. Not buy books. "Thank you for coming." Sophia bowed staring at the customers leaving.

Kei who was in a slightly dilapidated house along with Fullus and Plifer in front of him. Kei looked at each room, full of books. ' The library? ' He whispered. His eyes returned to see the two half -beasts in front of him. "Who are you really? How are you have a power but not a magician? "Kei began to question, he began to get up from his chair. His feet headed for one of the bookshelves. He reached for a book entitled, History of Satan's partial world.

The bartender’s eyes immediately glazed over before it returned to its original state. Perfect. “I am here for a necromancy spellbook,” I stated before I pulled out an envelope full of cash. The bartender nodded and walked away. I guess I am supposed to follow him now. Shortly after he walked away, I followed him, and we came upon a library full of dusty old books. There was a magical block in front of the books which prevents anyone from just walking in and taking them. These books are usually cursed and upon successfully stealing them, you are then possessed by a force that makes you return the object. Upon returning it, you will be prosecuted indefinitely.

“Yes! This is the home to all witches and a handful of paranormal. It goes by many names; Infinity, Lunar, Coven Stead, and Temple but by history, this is Arth.” My uncle led me down the busy streets into a less noisy, filled pub called Maggie’s. The aroma of ham, egg and chips with ice cream sundae teased my nose. As the door slid shut behind me, Uncle Al placed our order then picked a table for us. Other customers ate and drank but I could not smell a thing aside from what I ordered. When I asked, Uncle Al replied, “Maggie’s provides what you desire.” “Oh. So if I want a pudding, all I smell is that?”

Marcel moves closer to her slowly. “I want the same as you, the werewolves out of the witches’ lives. Alaric out of our home, Willow gone and no longer in control! They plan to get the vampires on their side and destroy the Monventla. I am the only person who knows where the book is; the spells are within it.” Marcel nods, sitting down. “What book might that be? The witches lost all of their written manuscripts centuries ago.” He looks at her waiting, Dan still stood on guard.