Rough Magic Book Novels & Stories

Others were partly damaged, but but that didn’t make them any cheaper. Some were noted to be the only remaining copy, others were termed to be extremely rare, while others were first editions. One book caught her attention. Even though it looked quite old, it was in good condition. Looking through it, she realised it was a book about rogues. It contained a detailed history narrating where rogues came from and how their conflict with the Lycan Kingdom developed over the centuries. It piqued Lyra's interest, but one look at the price tag–a staggering three hundred grand–stifled her excitement.

~Nick~ The name’s Nick Gracen, but most call me Lightning. I’m the local prez of the Wild Ridge MC Club. It’s a title that carries weight, respect, and a hell of a lot of responsibility. I looked around the clubhouse, a place that had seen more action than most could handle. The air was thick with the scent of oil, leather, and a hint of whiskey—a comforting blend that felt like home. The brothers were scattered around, some tinkering with their bikes, others deep in conversation about our latest shipment.

Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this? The golden beast lumbered toward them, then stopped directly in front of Drago, letting out a low growl, steam puffing from it’s huge nostrils. When Drago growled in return, Madchen jumped, trying to free herself from Drago’s grip, but he wasn’t letting her go.

He moved between shelves, his eyes taking in every inch of the place. How he would have loved to take some scrolls and go through them, but something told him nothing would prove as important as whatever the water Grimoire was leading him to. As he approached the far end of the room, he saw a brown leather-bound book sitting on a tall stone pavement. The book gave off a brown glow, and it was vibrating as fast as the water Grimoire, giving off an energy that was... similar to the aura of an earth wolf. Alpha Killian smirked.

In a clouded forest with trees from various sizes being held by its roots that intertwined with soil and dirt, there is a crooked road slithering some dumps and swamps, a foot come out of thin air than were followed by the rest of a body, there is no swirl with thunder and lightning or whispering voices welcoming some evil being to ascend in this world from hell A man with broad chowders an tall high, seems young and healthy with muscular body and bold head, but he is naked yet have a clean skin, flowed from scars and birth marks, yet his eyes looks hollow and blank looking like a certain terminator

Even I’m surprised by my own insane courage, but I move toward the source of the crash. Stepping past a few shelves, I see a large, heavy book lying on the floor. My eyes are afraid—but my hands reach for it on their own. “A Magical Treatise on Curses and Other Influences on Subjects.” “I’ll be damned,” slips from my lips when I read the title. “I mean… thanks!” I glance around into the emptiness, but there’s no response—which is probably for the best, because otherwise I’d have definitely scared myself half to death.

“Jilin's request surprised me a little. It is not exactly common to get reinforcements from other guilds for a comparably simple mission. " "We just want to make sure that the Iubas get to their destination without incident," I remarked a little pointedly. Now he couldn't ignore me anymore. "Hi, it seems you haven't noticed me yet, there is no other way I can explain your rude behavior. I am Grace Shanks, Venator Grace Shanks. "

Esco, Aeolous and Aiden is battling against each other, far from us. I created hundreds of light swords and hit the other mages with it. I created thousands of balls of light but I generated it from their backs, it was on their blind spot. Each of my ball of lights hit them. Some was already on their knees and some was still barely holding on. I made another spell that’s more powerful than the first one that I did. I created a spell on the ground, covering the whole battle athe rea and the lights coming from ground is draining their magic.

‘Rodolf looked at him incredulously. ‘Just read it,’ said Raven, ‘the solutions are there!’ ‘Yes, but gray magic? Why didn't you ever say anything about that?‘ ‘It's not black Rodolph, it's all going to be fine,’ Raven promised. He said that if Rodolf no longer needed the booklet, he should give it back to him right away. 'Raven?' 'Yes?' ‘And that ring? The weapon on that ring, with that full moon with wings in front of it? ‘

I tell him. Flavius nods in response and begins to pack his things. I fill my satchel with various clothing items and few books. "Why are you packing books?" Flavius asks curiously. "Since we are visiting another horde without sending a messenger ahead, I need to bring something that will serve as a gift. Those of the Horde of Fates are known knowledge seekers. I have many books in my private collection that have not been seen since The Fires. They should serve as a suitable present," I say.