Sank Magic Book Novels & Stories

He spoke sensually as a smile broke between his lips, "Did you feel anything?" "Huh?," She asked unable to grasp his last words. "The book?, did you feel anything holding it?," "I think so, I can't quite explain it, but it felt something, like a surge of energy when I came In contact with it," She explained vaguely yet enough for Leon to understand. The book in her grasp contained the highest concentration of dark magic in comparison to any other books in the Library. It was a book that linked the portal between the world of the living and the world of the dead.

There where now books with titles such as The Witch Within You, Herbs and Pentagrams, Spells and the Sabbaths, True Magic in the World. Maddie had never noticed that there were so many books on that subject. She was shocked when Omem suddenly stood in front of her. ‘Are you coming, child? Lunch is ready.’ Maddie nodded and left the library.

Su Lan sat down on the chair and started to try out some simple magic skills. Based on the books how the magic was formed was based on people's imagination. Su Lan starts by using light skills. She thought of a ball of light and a palm size light bulb floating on top of her hand. Su Lan then tried it with all the other elements. After she tried space magic trying to teleport an item a meter away from her. The cup she was holding ended up on the table a meter away. After doing simple experiments with her magic skills she got the hang on how to use magic. What Su Lan didn't know was people here had to take at least one year to get a basic magic right. The people here also didn't have more than

“The library. All of it, Z. It’s all there. Our actual accounts of how our races started. The very beginning. No fluff. In scrolls. In hieroglyphics. Oh, Z, it was amazing. Books and scrolls for a long as you could even look. You couldn’t seen the end of the shelves. They were as tall as the trees in your home pack.” “How…I thought…but…” Hector snorted, taking a sip of coffee. “How else. Magic. It was kept in a bubble all this time. It’s the reason why we weren’t able to get anything out, or really receive anything. It’s in a self-contained ecosystem. Frankly, for how old it is, magic like that just doesn’t exist anymore.” “So…I…I have so many questions. How did…when did…” Auri took my hands

But Mayari don't believe in stuff like magic, unicorns, or fairytales, she only focus herself on things that she saw through her own life that is blood and money so she thought she was bluffing. "Drop the act, it's nonsense." Mayari commented. "Just tell me where I am exactly and I'll be on my way." "I'm not joking, it is really magic," She insisted, "and you can't leave yet, I still need to speak to you." "I have no time for this." Mayari was about to walk out, but the door suddenly disappeared infront of her, leaving only thick hard wall. "Our conversation is still not finish." She told, "Please have a seat."

Curious Rose immediately opened what was written inside the book, extremely curious on what her grandmother had write inside that caused everyone to see her as insane. As she opened the book, Rose was startled by the drawing of magic circles that was practiced over the book again and again. She saw many kind of magic spells. Noticing one describing to summon animals, summoning creatures, and finally a demon. “Can’t believe that she wrote everything in such a tiny handbook,” whispered Mona who also eyed the book from over her shoulders. Mona noticed how the spells written in the book was familiar to her, except quite a lot few which was noted in scribbles appearing to be another spell which w

I folded my hands around my chest, watching as she brought out a pale orb of hazy reddish light and kept chanting, the orb changed into a crimson-red glow before changing into a black light that displayed Asher’s castle. She took out a dark book of magic, flipping through the pages while I watched her in silence. The pages looked paper-thin as if held together just by a spider web thread that would tear at any instance. She closed her eyes and seemed to be doing something with her mind. Her hand hovered over the book while she held one of it in her other hand and began chanting again.

“And you must be like juma defiant and ready to fight to the end Agnes and Baba Tunde shared more stories and laughter, deepening their bond as student and teacher. The memory of Juma’s misadventures became a cherished tale, a reminder that magic was not just about power and knowledge, but also about finding joy and wonder in the journey of learning. Agnes listened intently as Baba Tunde’s expression turned somber, and he began to recount the story of Juma’s tragic fate. “Juma was a talented student, but he had an insatiable thirst for power,” Baba Tunde began. “As he delved deeper into his studies, he became obsessed with spirit magic – the most potent and dangerous form of magic known to o

Elaine spoke the words down into the glass; the magic seemed to hear her, and as she gave a tug, the lid lifted. The book beneath the glass peered through Elaine. The volumes’ binding was smooth leather, and the stitching was gold. Long, smooth letters were intricately painted across the front, and her hand brushed them softly. It was the most precious book in the world. Reaching down, she pulled it out and flipped to the page she desired. There it was in thick black letters, the word luck. The pages of the book were filled with names and places, a guide to every gifted being in the land. It was centuries old and was only written on by the top magistrate himself, the king’s second in command