Mal's Spell Book Novels & Stories

Kneeling down, she picked it up and read the title. “THE BOOK OF FORBIDDEN SPELLS.” There was no name of the creator anywhere on the book. Emmeline was not sure who had put the book in there but it was completely locked. The book was locked by a physical lock and a magical spell. She could tell because there was magic heat coming out from it.

I wished I could ask Grandma what should I do, it was the first time that I had to find a magical solution on my own. Suddenly, I realized something obvious, there were tons of magical books in my Grandma's house, most of them at the attic. I got upstairs and went through them searching for something like “Magic – a manual for idiots”, or “How to use magic only when you mean it”. Surely, there were no titles like that, but I found something that didn't look dramatically complicated, it was called “The book of spells”. I decided to go with that. I sat on the floor and started going through the first chapter. It described how the magic became a living force of every witch. Later, I read about

I don't care how expensive or rare it is. "What's that?" I asked anyway cause let's be honest, I don't know what it is. "Are you kidding me? You're a caster and you don't even know what this is? What century are living in? This is a Monarian spell book, one with rare, and powerful spells. The guy I stole it from is some kind of lord under the Sothern Empire. Don't get me wrong. I want to sell this baby so bad but I'm a freak for knowledge. I simply cannot let it go." She started hugging the book, then tucked it beneath her jacket quickly when the men who were chasing came by again.

Then, the shimmering but transparent sparrow flickered and rippled for a second or two before Maliya and her spiritual familiar separated. “Okay. I actually need quite an amount of your blood because I will be using it to draw a spell array and then-” ‘What?!’ Zuleika shrieked. ‘You still need to draw a spell array?! That would take time!’ Maliya scoffed with an exaggerated roll of her eyes. “Relax. It will be a simple one. I will also be altering it so the burden of the fallout will not be all on Gallahan.” Fucking hell…

She quickly moved on to the next step. “Spellcasting is more than just throwing energy around. There are words, incantations, and movements that enhance the power.” She walked over to a book resting on a wooden bench and flipped through the pages. “Here. Try this one. It is a simple energy manipulation spell.” I took the book, scanning the ancient script. The words felt foreign, yet familiar, as if they had always been buried somewhere deep inside me. Luminare exanthis, feron voltara.

When they finally draw close enough, the energy between Caelum and me connects, creating a wave of palpable power in the air. Together, we begin reciting the banishment spell, our voices resonating in unison, both aloud and in our minds. It’s an ancient tongue, heavy with strength and meaning, vibrating through the ground and the very sky above us. Malakar, sensing the danger, becomes even more feral, attacking with renewed fury. I use the newfound powers within me to fight back. My claws slice through the air, my movements sharp and precise, as though ancient instincts have awakened within me. Each strike from Caelum and me forces Malakar back until, finally, the ground beneath us begins to

A blacksmith swore loyalty to the crown— And the metal in his forge softened like wax without heat. None of it catastrophic. None of it violent. But undeniable. The laws of magic were bending. Not because Lily commanded it. Because her existence was recalibrating the field. Luke stood in the war chamber staring at reports spread across the table. “Spontaneous manifestation,” one general muttered. “Localized distortions,” said another. “Divine contamination,” whispered a priest. Lily stood at the center of the room, silent.

The entire room erupted in chaos. Misael stared in shock at my belly, then at the mass of flesh beside Alayna, as if struck by lightning. "Y-You didn't miscarry?" I gently caressed my belly, feeling the strong movements within. "Of course not. I couldn't bear to use those bottles of body oil Alayna gave me. After all, they contained black magic to steal my pup." At the mention of black magic, the Elders' and pack members' expressions darkened drastically.

she murmured. That made my spine tighten. I followed her gaze to the book. It didn’t belong. The others were worn, faded, labeled in neat script. This one was darker, the leather cracked and uneven, its spine completely blank. No dust or markings. “Okay,” I said, keeping my tone light even as my instincts screamed. “Let’s not touch the creepy, unlabeled object in the ancient magic library” She swallowed. “It feels like it already touched me” I took another step forward. “Lyra, seriously…” I shuddered in goosebumps.