Practical Magic Novel Novels & Stories

AHMET headed there to examine, he opened his backpack and took out one of the three books he founded in the library. -The three books were : - the white book : is a book that explain all the types of cercle magics( seal magic cercles ,teleportation magic cercles and traps magic cercles) - the yellow book : is a book that explain the electricity magic(the highest form of magic the thunder) - the black book : is a book that explain the shadow magic and the difference between dark and shadow magic. AHMET reads the first book, he stayed there for 5 days until he finished the book, and he founded a way to remove the seal, after opened the door he founded a bracelet and black stone he approached i

He nodded slowly and before he could say anything more, the bedroom door swung open. Erick and Jess stood at the doorway; they were both breathless, so we knew they were running. Jess held one of the thickest books I had ever seen; it was a large brown book with golden decals swirled throughout the cover. In the front of the book, in a silvery oval was a white infinity symbol I didn’t quite recognize and then written in white above the symbol read: Book of Magic. “Woah…” I breathed, staring at the book. It was real.

"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.

Spells danced across the pages, their whispers resounding through the stillness of the room. And then, a glimmer of understanding pierced the veil of my consciousness. The words on the scrolls converged, forming a picture of ancient rituals and forgotten incantations. A surge of anticipation coursed through me. I had found it—the key to unlocking the dormant magic within. I had found the only object that could take away and give magic blood. The Belvidere Illinois Amulet. It is a Red amulet that has magic blood stored inside it. If I could find it and have it as mine then I would be able to save everyone.

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.

Now that the evil old woman was dead and no longer influencing the Santos family, had things shifted for the better? Isodore seemed neither hostile nor particularly friendly, so I had to assume they had. Either that or he didn't care one way or the other. I'd take it. Practical magic focused on the use of herbs and natural magic, the way power surrounded us and permeated everything. How the most common of items sometimes contained the most amazing magic. I actually found myself fascinated by the class, conducted in the warm, rich voice of Isodore. A momentary pang of sadness passed over me as I realized why I enjoyed the lecture so much. He reminded me of Martin and Louisa Vega, both practic

Her mansion is purely vintage. The walls are bookshelves overcrowded with books, even the lengthy table in the middle of this space is occupied with books and blueprints of magic—just like how messy a mage could be. I laid the carrier on the table, silently, observing her motions that might seem alarming while she's performing enchantment to Hedwelch and Danteleon.

BOOK ONE OF THE MAGES SERIES: MANAGING MAGES ******* Art credit courtesy of: eroticdarkfantasy.art on I*******m NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: This novel contains raw animal aggression, force by magic, sexual acts and other elements that some may find disturbing. Please read with caution ******* TEASER The next morning was archery practice. I hate archery. I'm no good at it. "Everybody line up!" Hawk roared. Pacing the grass in-front of the mansion.

“Be reasonable, Branson. We are not all evil. I am not the kind of wizard to harm an innocent woman. Hell, he was stupid to kill someone who could find him magic.” Branson’s face was a blank, “I don’t care. A wizard is a wizard.” He fired his pistol. Oren felt the bullet strike him. He fell to the cold, snow-covered ground. The next bullet came from the rifle. He felt it sting. Oren clutched the standing bear Spell Node in his pocket. He let some of the magic flow from it to him. He hoped it would be enough.

“I would sense the magic if it were so.” I dismounted and unsaddled Coryfe as the mage sat on one of the branches of the fallen tree and drew from a bag he wore under his cloak, a small book, bound in leather, with curls of metal protecting the corners and clasping the covers shut. “We need a fire,” he said to me, his fingers stroking the cover reverently. There was no writing on the cover or binding, but I could see something had been embossed into the leather. Perhaps the embossing was the shadow of writing that had once been picked out with ink, but which time had faded or flaked away.