Onward Spells Book 소설 & 이야기

As always, the words glow with an ominous light and shift under my touch, responding to the power in my blood. "Wow," he gasps, watching it happen for the first time. His eyes show no fear or caution, just pure interest, which makes me happy. "It's always surprising every time I see it," I remark. I flip through the familiar pages, reading the words, alternating between the two parts of the book: notes and spells. "What does it say?" he asks, peering over my shoulder. "The first part seems like some folklore about someone called Grendaline, and the second part is some random spells," I explain.

That was all, but I had been wary of the knowing smile he had given me for a split second. "Yes." I muttered, waiting for him to leave before I opened the book. "That would be all." He bowed, leaving the room. The librarian wasn't an old man with a face covered in grey hairs. He was young, older than I was, but younger than the stereotype and definitely weirder. I scanned the book and realised the order of druids contained spells translated to English. These were too useful to be locked away and forgotten inside this dark, cold room. The book listed the spells numbered in ascending order. A few of them had symbols next to them and a how-to-use description attached to it.

The title was also written on the first page. Annabelle Hale;this is my book of shadows. Book of shadows. What did that mean? She began to flip through the pages and her mouth dropped open in awe. It was a book of spells. Magic spells, healing spells, invisible spells, spell of curses, teleporting spells, spells of the past, spells to break a curse... "So many spells and incantations",she said softly. "Yeah. That book belonged to the world greatest Sorceress",Caleb said. "What happened to her?",Layla asked.

I find it strange that there are no notes or marked pages. I pick up the second book and am surprised that there are notes, but not in my hand. The handwriting is that of a man and seems old. Curiously, I follow the directions for the hand motions and see a pink smoke illuminating from my hand. Concentrating on a medical terminology book on a shelf, I call it to me, then stop it before it reaches me. “Page 75,” the book opens to the page, and I hear the words in my head. “Stop,” I say, then, “Page 283.” The pages turn, and then I hear the words again. “Stop, go back.” The book goes back to its place on the shelf. My attention then goes back to the spell book. Everything is handwritten and it

I tried again with trembling hands but I still couldn't. "It is boundary spell and this is definitely a witch's doing," Dad said as he strolled towards us with an entourage of the army to inspect the incident. "Poor hot dude, I always thought I would have the opportunity to have mind-blowing sex with him." Suzy sniffed and hugged herself when a chilly wind blew past. "Is that all you can think about now? Respect the dead, Suzy." Hilda hissed with clenched teeth and began to pace around with determination.

The book looks ancient, in an intriguing way, old leather binds the pages together. “Come look at this.” I call over to Creed. Skimming my fingers along the cover. It’s so beautiful, I start skimming the first few pages seeing simpler spells like, blindness spell, forgetness spell, protection spell, as I keep scanning each page the spells get more and more complicated. “What did you find?” Creed asks when he gets up to me. “My mothers spell book… there are some very complicated spells In this.” I whisper out loud. Creeds pov.

I jolted upright, breath ragged, heart hammering. For a moment, I thought it was just a dream. But then—I felt it. Wetness. Warm, slick wetness deep in my ass. I froze. The unmistakable reminder that it was all real. That they were still inside me. Watching. Claiming. The spellbook’s pages curled by my bed, ancient and foreboding. I swallowed hard, fingers trembling as I closed it with a decisive snap. No more careless spells. No more mistakes. It was time to learn.

But it didn't matter because she suddenly had fresh and wonderful possibilities. "Yes and no," she said in answer to the servant’s question. "I must return home and retrieve the Spell Book." Her heart lifted at the thought of wielding the book’s power—it didn’t contain only realm-travel spells, but also summoning spells more powerful than anything the kingdoms had seen in centuries, power transference spells—the possibilities were nearly limitless. "I will take the beast with me, so you are not troubled by him, and then I shall seal this portal behind me, so the prince cannot follow."

The glowing light slowly dimmed away as I kept my eyes fixed on it. Due to how dimly lit the cave was, I decided to head out. I crawled out of the tunnel and burst out into the woods. My eyes quickly trailed back to the book, and I kept my focus on it. Something about it felt wrong, it felt forbidden, but I was drawn to it. I flipped open the first page and read through it. It was a spell book, just like the one aunt Axera had give to me, but this book was different. The spells in here were written in another foreign language. I stared at it, puzzled as I could not understand what was written there. As I read through it, I felt a hand on my shoulders.

Her mind is a million miles away, and I leave her to her thoughts as I get lost in my own, remembering the day on the altar when Agatha tried to force us into mating. When Willow is done nursing Adare, she hands him back to me, and I change him in front of the fireplace, glad that Willow remembered to bring the nappy bag with her. I’m still busy dressing him when my mate comes back, carrying a very heavy and very old book. “I found the spell.” Of course she did. Why did I ever doubt her? “And?” “I…it’s written in ancient Latin. Breaking this spell…” she shakes her head and goes quiet.