Practical Magic Novel Novels & Stories

“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.

I was like a moth being drawn in by a flame. Pru’s hand grasped my wrist. “It’s written in blood, Luna. I wouldn’t suggest touching it. Who knows what kind of magic that could have been infused into it?” “Of course, you are right.” I peeled my hand away from Pru and slipped it into my lap. “So why blood?” “Makes sense, unfortunately. I am sure spirit magic deals with blood more than any other magic practice.” Pru’s eyes fell on the page. “I thought that this type of magic had been forgotten.”

“Mentally stable?” “Our ruling council lost their Mage representative because he bungled handling a cursed journal. Now he’s getting the mage version of medical help for it. I know the mage that is taking over his duties until he gets better. He also the leading authority on life/death magic. It’s also called blood magic, and just so you know, its practice in any form or under any name is outlawed. So, if we find that these assholes are still active, we need to back off and call in the mage exterminators.”

To a hidden passage. "Here," he said, pressing a stone. It swung inward, revealing stairs. We descended. The chamber was massive. Shelves lined every wall. Books. Scrolls. Artifacts. And in the center, on a stone pedestal— A book. Leather-bound. Ancient. Pulsing with dark magic. "The Grimoire of Bonds," I breathed. Marcus nodded. "Everything she knew. How to create them. Break them. Control them." I reached for it. The moment my fingers touched leather, pain exploded through my arm.

"I don't know how to even fucking read.” I bit down in my lip, my mind running with words I could give that'd convince him. "Well, it's not really just a book,” I said, lifting the book back up. "This is a magic spell book that grants all your fucking wishes. You don't even have to read from it. Just open and say whatever the fuck it is that you want, and it magically gives that to you.” Stan arched a brow. "And why haven't you used it to get you some food?”

Titles like 'The Elements of Magic' and 'Harnessing the Power Within' stared back at me, their spines cracked with age. “Alright,” I murmured to myself, flipping open a book. “Let’s see what you’ve got for me.” The hours slipped by as I read, my mind absorbing information about spells, incantations, and the delicate balance of energy required to wield magic effectively. It was fascinating and overwhelming all at once. I practiced small spells, testing my control. A simple flame flickered to life in my palm before I snuffed it out. I levitated a quill, watching as it floated lazily through the air. These were small feats, but they were progress.

As Sable delved deeper into the book, she discovered a section dedicated to elemental magic—a topic that resonated deeply with her. The pages were filled with intricate diagrams and instructions on harnessing the power of fire, water, earth, and air. Eager to put her newfound knowledge into practice, Sable ventured back to the sacred grove where she had obtained the pendant. With the crystal of eternity pulsating around her neck and the Book of Ancients clasped firmly in her hand, she stood facing a mighty oak tree.

Gemma gasped at what she was witnessing and knew she had a lot to learn. "Do you believe me now?" Hazel said and recited a spell in a low voice, and her wound closed up. "How did you know?" Gemma asked in, her eyes shining with curiosity. "It is a book of forbidden magic. it needs the blood of someone who practices forbidden magic to be opened. Like my blood or maybe your blood. not everyone can do this, " Hazel explained and patted Gemma on her shoulder. "You have a lot to learn. Coraline should have taught you this already. I wonder why she hasn't. "

responded Errant. Astasha's mind flew through every possibility she could think of, everything she had studied, every whisper of magic she had heard. Finally, something came to her mind; A magic she had once read about in an ancient and faded book she had discovered tucked amongst the numerous others regarding sorcery that had been left to her by her grandmother. She knew the laws surrounding it, and therefore, knew it wouldn't be favorable with Errant. But despite the limited information provided in the pages, she knew the concept behind it could work.