Rough Magic Book Novels & Stories

All manner of weird items such as wands, amulets, funny little dolls, jars of unidentifiable items and even skulls of very weird animals which Tara couldn't tell if they were real or not. The whole place was freaking her out and rain or not she decided to leave. But as she passed the last shelf before the door a book caught her eye. It big gold letters on the plain black leather cover was the title 'Sex Rituals in Black Magick'. She giggled quietly maybe it was just a strange porn shop after all. Still her curiosity had been awakened so she picked the book up.

Pisces’ Love 2nd 2043 6:32 Galeemic Light I was in my bedroom playing with the missing children and Charlotte, seconds later the door opened and looked at Charming Gold. “Charming Gold, is there something wrong?” I asked him “yeah, I just found this book with the acronym MGE” he said as he gave the book to me and opened it “this is not just any book Charming Gold. This is a Monster Girl Encyclopedia hence the acronym MGE. It’s mostly girls as monsters from various mythologies and folklore, and they are overwhelmly united by love & sex. Fun fact I was very nice towards them want nothing but sex…But I don’t what happened to them when they found out that I wasn’t sex material honestly” I explai

“Here you go,” Niko says holding out an old brown book. Like the mafia rules, there’s nothing written on it, no title, or author's name. not even an abstract design. Just a plain book. At least this one seems to be just an old journal not like the other one Niko described to be bound in human flesh, yuck. The original Mafia rules, not the copy I read but still. I still sniff at it a little. Only smelled old woodsy smell and nothing gross like rotten flesh or skin.

Braxton chuckled slightly at the way Adira’s head tilted in confusion and nodded, “You wanted something subtle, right? Where no one would find us? Well there are hundreds of these throughout this woods, people will think nothing of it. You and I, however…” As the man trailed off, he lifted the hatch and Adira peered in. It was unsuspecting from the outside, perfectly discreet, but as she looked in, she noticed a stepladder which appeared to go further than any of the usual hatches. There was no running water sound like any of the other hatches. The movement of the hatch even seemed to cause a trail of lights to turn on one by one, creating a path. “What is this place?” “Well,” Braxton though

I punched three more times before it broke through. “There it is.” My eyes darkened with satisfaction. I grabbed the panel and slid it open. Inside were only two books. An ancient-looking tome, and a thick grimoire. I picked both up and quickly unlatched them before flipping through the pages with growing anticipation. Unlike the others, none of the pages were torn. I heaved a sigh of relief while a faint smile tugged at my lips. “Now, let’s see what you are,” I whispered. I scanned the titles carefully. The grimoire was titled Makisteia. The tome beneath it was Malkara Lyk — Vael Sorcery and Curse of the Wolves respectively.

I whisper, reading the caption underneath. A history book, not a very new one judging from the yellow, worn-out pages. I grab a chair, sitting next to the fire, abandoning my quest for a bath. "Following the ancient war between wolves and humans, there arose the strongest immortal warrior from the ashes of destruction, forming a secret territory - the Lycan king's secret kingdom." Immortal... I stare down at my bandaged hand. What could an immortal king possibly need me for? The door pushes open. I snap the book shut, looking up as a man walked in, dressed in a white robe, carrying a first aid box in one hand, and a suitcase in the other.

“Any progress?” He scratched the back of his head, coming towards me. “The combination of runes and potions is difficult to understand because we haven’t faced it before but thankfully…” He pulled out the Book of the Undead—a shiver tingling my spine on sighting it—and opened it to the blank page… except it wasn’t so much of a blank page anymore. Faded, undetectable words, were displaying it and my heart leaped. “…you have me.” “How long will it take?” My head was spinning and I had to hold the table down to not fall.

A book came out along with his hand, both fully intact. “The Courage to Trust,” by Dr. Franklin Reed. He had to be joking. There were hidden cameras here somewhere, I just knew it. No fucking way was the god of wolves cracking open a self-help book from the mortal realm. Sure enough, he fanned through the book eagerly, skipping over several chapters in the process. The tip of his tongue appeared from between his plump lips. He found the page he’d been looking for and quickly skimmed it. With a satisfied hum, he chucked the book behind his shoulder where it was swallowed up by that strange, shimmering magic.

I raised my brows while Grace flinched. “Did it act this way the last time?” Grace asked, shifting her chair back a few inches away from the table. “No.” I shrugged. I tried to open it again, and it slammed shut with more black smoke, but harder this time; the table shuddered. The smoke smelled toxic. Grace had had enough of the book’s sorcery. She jumped on her feet. “You know, you go about your business alright? I’ll go make sure the boys are talking and find out what they are talking about.

Leather cover, with some witches’ symbols etched on it and the pages, almost looking as though it was almost burnt to ashes. “Well, that’s easier than I expected,” I remarked and moved closer to the book, picking it up from the ground. Holding it with both of my hands, I swept my hand on the surface to dust off the small particles that made its way to my nose. “That’s the grimoire,” Weston said in astonishment. “We should bring this back to the mountain of witches.” “What are you two doing here?” A shudder ran through me as I heard the guy’s voice, making me almost drop the book on the ground if it wasn’t from Weston’s reflex movement.