Rough Magic Book Novels & Stories

Because if the boo fell into a wrong hand, then it would definitely be the end of everything. Ember gasped as she stared at the book. It was a thick book with drawings carved on the cover of the book and there were some kind of roots that were wrapped around the it, it looks tight and Ember suspected that not anyone will have an access to that book. by the looks of it, magic is needed in order for it to be accessible. “What will you use it for then? And did you just store the book in the cabinet full of plates?” She saw her retrieved the said book for her cabinets that were full of different kinds of tea pots and plates.

Its intricate cover shimmers like moonlit waters, adorned with gold leaf patterns that dance with enchanting grace. The book seemed to pulsate with gentle energy, beckoning all who dare to approach. The air around it crackled with an otherworldly presence as if the very essence of magic is contained within its pages. The touch of unseen hands upon its surface sends a thrill coursing through the air as if stirring an ancient power.

recognize. I walked over to her, and sat down. “Hey! What you reading?” I peered over, “oh Narcia you’re here! I’m sorry I didn’t realize! I am actually thrilled to see you, do you think you could help me with this…” she started rambling excitedly, “Alpha Marcus came to me yesterday and gave me this book. I have seen it before, when he helped Mila the first time we was cursed, he used it to draw out the magic in her… he called it a G.. Gim.. Gam..” she was stuttering trying to remember, “a Grimoire?” I asked. “YES! That is it.. have you heard of it before?” I looked at her amused, “a Grimoire is just a fancy word for a spellbook, it’s basically just a textbook of magic. You can’t use it unl

Note: This book is a reverse harem, meaning the main character has multiple partners. Just hop on for the ride. I promise it will be an unforgettable, seductive journey. --- Part 1 "Let's go, Paltmin!" Grog called out to me, with a radiant smile on his face. His long red hair bounced as he raced to meet me. "What are you so cheerful about?" I frowned at my best friend of eighteen years. Grog and I grew up together because our parents were friends. And when my parents died, his family took me in as one of their own.

It was not easy to find the right one among so many books and roles, but after three hours of tireless search, he stumbled upon something. While Godric was looking through scrolls and books, he noticed a small book in one of the back rows. One might think that it was hidden extra deep, since it could not be found at first and even second glance. Godric reached for the hidden treasure and pulled the book out from among all the others. It was a small, almost crumbled book. The book cover testified to a long time and when Godric opened it, a cloud of dust came towards him. A cough left his throat and he wondered how long this book had been down here. The pages looked old and cracked, the writin

Asked by Senan with curiosity in his eyes. Mother Tree without more explanation in her, she opened her hand in front of them. A crystal came out from the hand of the Mother Tree and she throw up the crystal into the sky. "The day of blue moon this crystal will select the Alpha male and either one of you will be selected." Mother Tree explained while looking at the crystal in the sky. The four Alpha's was also staring at the crystal and then to Mother Tree who were speaking. "That's why I want you all to behave while waiting for the day of the Blue Moon. Any wrong moves from you will be out from the selection of becoming the Alpha male." Mother Tree continuously exclaiming while looking and

The rest of the page was blank There was nothing about their gifts and nothing in this book helped with unblocking Kris. The last book was the orange one and it was completely blank not a single letter was found in the book. I shook my head, even magic played games with me. I sat the orange book down thinking about going on a search of my own to see if this place was holding back on me when my eyes caught the giant red book in the middle of the table I didn't even hear it land on the table.

If he had to gamble with witchcraft to save Scarlet, so be it. Then his eyes caught something in the far corner of the room. A dusty old book bound in cracked black leather that looked disturbingly like skin. He moved toward it slowly. The air felt heavier near it, charged with something that made the hairs on his arms stand on end. He crouched and picked it up. The cover bore strange markings.. moon symbols intertwined with claws and something that looked like a screaming face. When he opened it, dust puffed into the air. Inside were diagrams, instructions and rituals.

Only the scent of the familiar zesty and woodsy smell. Giovanni. I woke up some time in the early hours of the following afternoon. It felt like an elephant was sitting on my skull and someone had thrown me to the floor, crushing my chest. The covers surrounded my body like a soft cloud, the warmth and comfort it provided me with helped soothe my aches and pains but didn’t detract from the headache. My eyes blinked back the sleep, allowing the daylight to gradually invade my sight. I scanned the room, Giovanni’s perfectly seaweed coloured gazed intently at his book. His elbows rested on bent knees exposing his toned biceps through his shirt.

“Here, I’ll show you.” He waved his hand over the table, muttering in what sounded like Latin. An old leather-bound book appeared next to the tray of fruit that sat neatly on the tablecloth. I moved closer to inspect it. The thing was clearly a grimoire, though the smell of magic didn’t emanate from its pages as it did the grimoires I had found in the possession of witches. “Look here.” He said, flipping it open and pointing to a seemingly random spell. “This one is fairly simple, doesn’t require much for a sacrifice. A hair or anything really will do.”