Novels About Magic Novels & Stories

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.

I was completely bored, left with my own unfriendly thoughts. I browsed through the books he had stacked on the shelves. They were a lot. I had picked up and returned a number of them. Ranging from romance novels to murder, to books about demons and angels. Even though I was casually looking through for something that would interest me, I was hoping to find a book on magic and spells.

Steven told her to look in the paid books as well if she saw any that interested her and since Carol had left her some money she nodded and decided to look without worrying about the money because Carol had told her that she would be able to resell her magic pills. She easily found the books she was looking for, there was one on all the level 1 magic herbs with sketches and their characteristics, another one that explained in detail every step of making magic pills and tips on how to avoid failing. There was another one that gave the formulas of all the level 1 magic pills and there were 20 of them, and finally she found one about the 8 flames and what a mage could expect to accomplish when

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

It jumped right into the first type of magic; one Cordelia happened to be familiar with. Protection magic was considered one of the smaller and more refined magics, but its chapter was over seventy pages long. Divination came in close second at one hundred and two pages. Rowena had been right, there was no way to track the endless possibilities that came with a subject as broad as protection magic. The book covered as many variations as it could, darting between protective shields and mentally enhanced barriers, only to completely veer off the map by including ‘warriors made of marble and coal’ as an example. As Cordelia helped grandma in the kitchen, and the hearty scent of tomato sauce and

"She didn't think anyone was in here." I lick my lips, feeling oddly drawn to the book. "What is it?" "Something really rare," Alice says. "There are only a few like it in the world. It's called, 'The Secret History of Magic.' It tells the real story of magic. It helps you to understand that there are many ways to look at everything." "Okay," I say. It's starting to feel like I'm stuck in Alice's fantasy. Next thing I know she'll be telling me she knows how to fly.

"You keep telling yourself that, nerd." "Don't call me that" He leaned over and mock-whispered, “I’m scared now." A server came by and we ordered our coffee, black for him, vanilla oat latte for me. Once they walked away, Christian leaned forward, elbows on the table, that ever-present smirk on his face. "So what is this book, anyway? Witchcraft for Beginners? How to Hex Your Ex?" I scoffed. "No, it's a comparative analysis on supernatural war tactics over the last two centuries. It goes into detail on Flare magic, territorial blood pacts, and..."

"Perhaps instead you could tell me about your... writing projects? I understand you're working on something quite ambitious. Dragons, is it?" Casey's hands trembled as she gripped the edge of the counter. "How does everyone suddenly know about my book?" Xaihuang's smile widened, revealing teeth that seemed too sharp. "Word travels quickly in certain circles, my dear. Especially when someone writes with such... authenticity about subjects they shouldn't understand." He paused, tilting his head. "Tell me, where do your ideas come from? Your descriptions of elemental magic are remarkably accurate for fiction." "I just... I have a good imagination," Casey stammered, though even as she said it, s

“That is why we are here, to get information about the raven magic. We must first know what your powers are before we can think about what your task is…” She ate quietly for a while, “Don’t you need any help Pa and by the way you need to eat breakfast…” “I can manage Cleopatra”, he answered, “Give me some time…” “Father, I insist you should eat first…” After a moment of hesitation Edgar joined her at the table and ate his meal. “Why don’t we use magic to find the book?”, she asked. “These books about old magic are not ordinary books, they have been made and sealed with magic, to protect it from those who seek to do evil. Our powers are useless against it”, he explained.

I paused leaning back, staring out the windscreen to nowhere in particular, "imagine having the power to create and destroy something just by uttering a few words. Wouldn't that be something?" Ally nodded, "Yes, but it would also be scary as well,” she acknowledged, “Magic, especially dark magic has a tone of consequences. Nothing really comes for free.” "You sound like Legion," I huffed. "Ewe," she giggled, and I chuckled alongside her, "How about you?” "Mmm?” "What are you reading?” I asked, turning slightly in my seat to face her. "Well, in that book you brought out for me," she began "Creatures of the moon?"