Onward Spells Book Novels & Stories

If I had my wolf at least, there would be some conversation to keep me company. I wouldn’t feel so alone, so numb and yet so different. I wasn’t even sure of how long had passed since I began this training. All I knew was that the book in my hands had yet to serve its purpose. “Is there another way to pass this test?” I asked plaintively to the sky. “I mean, what is the point of remembering ALL 100 spells?” “Spells are a guide for intent, Your majesty,” the disembodied voice spoke up, filling the air. “Without knowing spells, you cannot understand the foundation of building your essence.”

It always had a plan, and if I didn't understand what it was up to, it would be a slaughter. I shuffled through a bunch of books. The languages and runes rushed through my mind. I focused on just looking for blood at first and then on family relations. There were just so many spells. This would be so much easier if it were digitized. I whipped out my new smartphone and searched. The spells I came across where mostly bullshit made by people pretending to do magic. The spells that looked legitimate didn't need family blood. I continued back with my search through the books. At some point through the night, Cherry joined me. She was just suddenly there at my side, looking over the mass of open

The edges were worn, and the pages were slightly yellow. "This," Morane began as she set the book on her lap, "is a tome of dark spells and ancient curses. What I mean is that this book carries information about dark spells and ancient curses. It carries explanations, advantages, disadvantages, what it does, and many more." "So, this book," she continued after pausing to let what she had told them settle in, "holds the answers we need."

“It's not a mistake. She chose you because she believed you could do it” “That is bullshit! I don't care what she thinks, I'm not interested” They seemed they would not take no for an answer. Freya stretch out her hands and a book appeared. “Take it” Cautiously, I asked. “What is this?” “It's a book of spells passed down through generations of high priestesses” It was a large book with a dark, worn out leather cover. On it was boldly written: BOOK OF SPELLS. “I said I don't want……”

“And not only that. The omega that brought the child into the world must be retrieved too.” “Ashton,” I said. The name tasted like iron. “Yes, Ashton,” he echoed. My hands were steady. They had to be. I turned the page again. A spell. Dark. Long. The kind that took years off your life to speak and took more to survive. The letters seemed to crawl up my fingers. I read it out loud because the book demanded it. The moment the last word left my mouth, energy hit me.

Once the magic spell was released and an ordinary looking book was changed with a light puff of cloud and I pulled out the ancient tome, running my hand over the worn leather cover. I admired the intricate designs that adorned the cover, feeling a sense of reverence for the knowledge contained within. I opened the book, flipping through the pages filled with ancient spells and incantations. I knew that this book held the key to understanding my limits, and I was determined to unlock its secrets. I started to read the Book of Witch Mysteries carefully, studying every spell, incantation and ritual in it. As I read, I realized that I had been pushing myself too hard, and that's why I almost pas

"It was hers." The book seemed alive, its pages turning on their own. Words formed in a language I didn't recognise, but somehow, I understood them: "The journey begins when the bloodline awakens— ancient spells." Before I could process the message, the air in the room shifted. A chilling wind swept through, and shadows danced on the walls. Taylor growled low in his throat, his wolf instincts kicking in. "Zoe, step back." But I couldn't move. The book's glow intensified, and suddenly, they were surrounded by visions—images of battles to come, of ancient witches, and a towering figures cloaked in darkness.

And if there's not, well, sex with Jake in any position of my choice here in the library seemed tempting either way. "Revelis Intermorta," I said. Gold flecks surrounded the book and around my fingers the instant I said the spell. From the corner of my eye, I could see Jake in awe, looking all around us at the bright hue covering us. I smiled, turning my attention back to the book, trying to keep my focus on it.

The wolf shifted, bones cracking and flesh folding inward as the beast reshaped itself into a man, tall, broad and dark haired, lifting the unconscious girl into his arm with careful precision. Lyra Even unconscious she radiated power, wild, bright and dangerous. Her auburn hair glistening in the moonlight. She was.... Mine. The woman muttered something urgent, the man nodded once, then they were gone, vanishing into the forest like they were never there in the first place. I waited. Only when their presence was gone, did I step out of the shadow. The clearing felt hollow without her. I walked to the center where the spell had ruptured, my boots crushing broken twigs and damp soil. My gaze l

"I can only see it and make a calculated guess. Soul wounds are rare. They are powerful. But there are many reasons why one could have a wound on their soul, and I do not know yours." The disappointment hit harder than I expected. I'd been hoping for answers. Real answers. Not more questions. "Okay." I managed to keep my voice steady. "Thank you." I turned to leave, then stopped. "Can I borrow a book? For the holidays?" Cornelius flew in a small circle, clearly pleased by the change in topic. "Yes." "I want the strongest books Nocturne has on spell casting. And anything remotely about spellweavers." The gargoyle took off, wings beating the air as he zipped through the stacks. I watched him d