Rough Magic Book Novels & Stories

she found herself saying. With a sigh of comfort, Rose lowered her arm to her side. "You inquired what you look like. Gorgeous, mistress. As always." said automatically, with no substantial feeling. Half of Grace’s awareness remained on her while the other half was directed at the book. She scowled. The dark leather was unmarred. She flipped to the middle. There was no bookmark, and the pages were new and fresh. Blank. "This isn’t my book," she mumbled. "Where’s my book? Where? This is-"

My heart thumps faster. I know immediately: she is awake in ways I cannot see. She is stirring, little threads of wolf seeping through. I bite my lip. I know this means risk. Exposure. The faintest slip could let everything I’ve built shatter in seconds. My pulse hammers. I kneel down and lay my hands over the anchors I set around the house, the tiny charms and wards I scattered in careful, invisible patterns. They hum under my touch, barely. The magic is strained. My energy dips like ice water down my spine.

They had come to this library several times, but let alone found something; they hadn't even managed to check all the bookshelves. "Adro!" Grace called. Her eyes were still focused on a book with an old leather cover. Turning at the half-whispered call, Adro quickly approached Grace, who stood at the end of the bookshelf aisle. "Did you find something?" Grace nodded. "This book seems suspicious. We should check it out," she pointed to the page she had opened. After studying the page for a moment, Adro nodded with his jaws clenched. "You're right. This is a book discussing witchcraft and magic, and it feels more familiar compared to other books on witches in this library."

RICHARD's POV The house was dark when I got back. Uncle Darren's truck was in the driveway. I walked in quiet the way I always did. Force of habit. Survival habit. The smell hit me first. Cigarettes and stale alcohol soaked into the walls so deep I wasn't sure anymore if it was the house or just what air smelled like now. I moved through the living room and didn't bother turning on the light. I knew every obstacle by memory. The single chair facing the TV with its ring of empty beer bottles around the base, cheap stuff, the kind that came in cases of thirty. Unwashed plates on the floor next to it. A fork still sitting in something dried and brown. The television was off but the cable box gl

She ran her fingers along the spines, the gold lettering cool against her skin. Drawn in by the sheer volume, she hesitantly pulled a book from the shelf, a slim volume bound in dark blue leather. The title was etched in silver: The Royal Grimoire of Sacred Oaths. She opened it, her eyes skimming the ornate calligraphy, the intricate diagrams filled with arcane symbols.

She said. "mmmm... Can I see the book? I mean if you want." The prince wanted to see the book. But Chenyin was scared to hand it over. "I promised to master that I- - -" "I won't open it. I will just want to touch it." He said. Chenyin gave the book to the Prince. The book was brown. It had a beautiful design on it. And it has also a lock on it. "Hey it has a lock on it. Did you notice?" He asked.

I took a deep breath feeling thankful he left before anyone saw. “Oh yeah you were looking for slug’s right.” He walked back over to me, handing me a book and walking back off without another word. I fumble with the catch about to drop the book “The Ultimate Guide to Slugology.” I dragged my hand over the slimy, brittle cover shocked on how he even knew but on the inside I smirked. Pondering how he knew I was searching for it, he probably had Strange Magic too but… wouldn’t he need it as well.

His body, which had appeared to be under the control of this mysterious figure, was now back in his hands. "Curse you and your machinations! I won't let you corrupt any more lives. I'll put an end to your reign of terror." Rafe cursed. The man examined a bag of old books he'd brought back from Singapore. It took him a long journey and a long process to find the book's location. "This grimoire, it's the key to eradicating your presence, saving her from a fate she doesn't deserve." "God, I'm exhausted from all this." Rafe whispered with a face that looked really tired as if a lot of heavy loads were on his mind this time.

HUNTER Our trip to New York was less tiring than I thought, I can even say that it was a riveting trip, Maggie sleeps cuddle up in my arms while I read ‘Archer’s Voice’ by Mia Sheridan, with the cover covered in black , of course! After all, I’m tired of my friends making fun of me because I’m a MMA fighter who likes to read novels. We get to Park Central Hotel and Gary check us in, I’m so happy for Maggie being here with me I’m barely able to hide my happiness. Gary looks at us hugging in the elevator and throws a bucket of cold water on me by saying:

“Yes sir!” the men replied. Once more, Zephyr laid his eyes on the books, his gaze rested on one of them. The book was covered in a layer of dust and was made of bamboo. It looked unique. “Thunderfoot?” Zephyr muttered as he opened the book, reading its contents. A wave of excitement washed over him. He excitedly flipped through the pages, carefully memorizing the technique’s intricate steps.