Novel & Cerita Old Spell Books

Finally, she stopped at a section of old herbalism texts, many of them so worn that their covers had faded to ghostly shades of green and brown. “Here,” she said, pulling down three heavy volumes and carrying them to a table near the far window. Dust floated in the golden beams of light that spilled in from the glass above. “These are the most likely to have what you need. But be careful, some of these methods are outdated, and some are very dangerous.” Ryker and I sat opposite each other, the books spread between us like treasure maps. The clock on the wall ticked quietly, marking the passing minutes. Outside, I could hear the faint sound of rain beginning to fall against the library roof.

Something that did not involve power, or demons, or expectations I did not understand. Carefully, I opened the book. The pages were aged, their edges softened with time, the ink slightly faded but still clear enough to read. The scent of it was faint but comforting, something old and steady, untouched by everything that had changed around me. My eyes moved across the words slowly at first, taking in the details of herbs I had never seen before, their properties described in careful, deliberate writing. There were notes on elixirs, on how different combinations could heal, soothe, strengthen, or restore.

Whatever it was, I didn't care but of course, I knew there was something more. I opened the book flipped through the old pages and dread settled thick within my heart. This wasn't just some quack book you could buy on A****n or any local book store. This was the real deal and I could feel the presence of evil as I bent over to examine the pages. There was a section on human sacrifices and spells. There were so many different sections about occult practices that were unspeakable and gruesome.

But it might take a while for it to get back to where it was. After they left, I reached for the grimoire of my people, the Book of Elders, and started paging through, hoping to find something that might help us take down Balista. First, I went through all the pages that Daphne had marked, memorizing all the spells, feeling as if I were back in college, cramming for an exam in veterinarian school.

I finished, clutching the book tightly. He looked surprised at first, then understanding flooded his eyes as he nodded, allowing me to do my thing. I walked over to one of the tables in the library, placing the book on top of it. I can't lie, I was really excited to see what she has written in this book. Out of all the spell books I've read, especially the big one Dan gave me, written by ancestral witches, none of them were really written by Ameris. The only exception was some of her "creation" spells she had inputted in the book. Other than that, there was nothing else.

"But how do we perform this spell? And where can we find it?" Isolde produced a worn, ancient tome from the folds of her robes. The book's pages were yellowed with age, and its cover bore strange symbols that seemed to writhe and shift. "I've had this for years, Baros, waiting for the right moment. The spell is within these pages, but it's intricate and dangerous. That's why I need your expertise. Together, we can unlock its secrets." Baros studied the book, his fingers tracing the ominous symbols. "And once we have performed this spell, what then? What is your vision for our future, Isolde?"

“What’s up?” “Just wanted to go over the plan for tomorrow,” he said, lowering himself onto the leather sofa. “I have a few books stashed here on the island that I’ll need for us to proceed with our plans. In the past the previous Morningstar’s thought it wise to divide spells and place them in different books. That way if they fall into the wrong hands there will be less of a chance that some imbecilic witch dabbling in the dark arts will attempt to open a portal or cast a spell they have no business casting.” I lifted my shoulder in a shrug. “Makes sense. What did you need me to do?”

That wouldn’t be too much, right? Stepping forward, I run my hand along the first box I find and pull open the flaps, revealing the many books that are lying inside. "Hm," I can’t stop the curiosity that begins to flare as I examine the titles. Most are clearly spell books, but there is one in particular that draws my attention. "Artes Obscurae."

That pride was my one hope. I looted the middle shelf of the west wall first. It seemed most untouched, most neglected. Nothing at first—ancient textbooks, account books, and fabricated stories only. And then I saw it. A thick book hidden behind a stack of herbal alchemy texts. The spine was worn, but the carved design into the leather glowed softly in the moonlight. Symbols. Old, witch-begotten.

Not unless I fixed it. I stopped by the window, peering through a crack in the blinds. The street below was quiet, streetlights buzzing in the dark. I’d found the ritual by accident—Olivia’s book, the one Archimedes gave her for her birthday. She’d left it on her nightstand two weeks ago when she walked out. I’d gone over to talk to her about the search progress on her mother since she’d been very interested and that was when I found it, and I flipped through it. That’s when I saw it, an ancient spell, scribbled in faded ink. A way to purge the wolf venom. Three lycans’ blood: one a current alpha, one on the path to being an alpha, one no longer an alpha. Drain them dry before the next full