Onward Spells Book Novels & Stories

She stands up and stretches, before rubbing her wrists and then she walks over to her bag on the floor and pulls out her book of spells. Always Standing next to her, I watch her constantly as she prepares for the spell and then starts to speak. “Hear me now. Let what has been done, be undone, and made right. Shall the spell be broken, and no harm come to them.” The minute she says the words, I hear Arabella’s voice. “They are waking up!” She exclaims.

“Dear reader, the information in this book was recovered from decades of research, spanning across multiple realms. This book is not a topic of fiction, every chapter contains groups and spells which demand to be taken seriously, by performing one of these spells, you will be taking the risk of repercussions being bestowed upon yourself and any persons related to the spell. I highly urge you to take every precaution possible to remain safe. Some groups do not possess a name, I have described these groups as the names of their surroundings.” Once I read this I panic a little, so this book is a kind of spell book? This alone telling me the other people who are after it, probably want it for a

He would take over all universes and no one but me would be able to stop him. The problem is would I be able to. I set the papers on my lap just in case. I looked at the book and I had to close my eyes. There were tabs marking certain pages. I would look to see what he marked off before trying to tap into the magic. I skimmed through the book to the first tab. (Unbreakable wards.) Was the first spell he was looking at. I had to leave sooner than now, I should've left yesterday because if he got these wards up only my full magic could break them and that would take time that I most likely would never get.

I felt satisfied with what I was holding and took it out of the closet with me so I could wear it for dinner. After I was done picking out my outfit I decided to go back to the black book that my teacher gave me and try to see if I could teach myself a spell. I held the book in my hand for a few seconds before finally opening it. I could feel a small smile on my face when the book opened easily. When I looked inside the book I saw that there was one spell on the first page of the book. I could feel a frown replace the smile on my face. I couldn’t understand why the spell Shadow was the first thing I had to learn. What does it even do?

ELLA The pages of the spell book glitter and shine as I flip through them like they have never done before. Gently I turn the pages one by one, mumbling the names of the spells as I pass them by. “Summoning Spell… Tracking Spell…” The symbols on the page morph and transform into readable words before my eyes.

The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was. “So what other differences do you think there are?” Harold who had been studying a small-sized blonde who seemed to be crying in a corner turned to look at her. The student had the same stature as Derek, Harold remembered, but Derek had been a Enchanter. A wizard, precisely. There was no way this weeping student was related to Derek. “I didn't hear what you said,” he said, turning back to look at her. “What other differences do you think there are between the pup of an Alpha and a normal wolf?”

The days leading up to our final encounter with The Raven were filled with a mixture of anxiety and determination. In the Isabella Voss look, we got a valuable insight into The Raven’s trap, but it still felt like chasing a shadow. The deeper we dug, the denser and more dangerous the wings became.

He could barely look her in the eye. But unbeknownst to him, the female-Beta felt the same way— perhaps even more. She was just much better at hiding it. Thankfully, the Oracle interrupted their wild thoughts by loudly placing a huge book of spells before them. She muttered some words under her breath, and then the book flicked open, landing on a particular page, INQUIRY SPELLS The two watched mesmerized as their friend began to chant. She looked nothing like the jolly, old Maymunah who had been talking to them a few minutes ago.

The pages smelled of new paper and ink, but there was something more there — an earthy, ancestral odor that seemed to emanate from the knowledge contained in the words. I flipped through the chapters, the rituals, the recipes. Nothing seemed real. Nothing seemed right. They were vague words, obscure metaphors, warnings that confused more than they explained. My head hurt, my eyes burned, but I kept turning pages, looking for something — anything — that would give me direction. And then, on page 147, I found it.

“That’s the tracking spell. There was only one book like this?” Tom nods. “Only one that glowed.” “It’s got it’s own do-not-notice spell on it, that’s what’s glowing. Most people wouldn’t have seen it. Either your thing cancels the effect of the spell, so you can see that there’s magic there, or you’ve got the Fae ability to see through illusions,” Shelley guesses. “Most spell books are just imagination. The spells don’t work by themselves. It’s the person casting them that makes them work. The spells are just a road, like I said. They make it easier to focus on the desired result. If you don’t have the focus or the skill or the power, even with the instructions, nothing happens.