Shadow Magic Book Novels & Stories

“Fine! I need two things, there was a book that belonged to my father that you took when you killed him, I need it back.” My brows came down in a frown, I couldn’t grant her that, she was talking about the book of shadows, it was made out of black magic and contained everything dark and unholy, it was written in hidden Latin so no one could read it, not even me. “How dare you ask for that? You and I both know I can’t give it to you, it wasn’t given to your father, he was supposed to protect it.” “It wasn’t yours to take either!” Her eyes bore into mine with intensity. “I’m sure you already know how powerful that book is but I also know that you’d give it to me, you’d do anything for Ryan, th

It was uniquely crafted, shaped like three sets of a curvy triangle with three pointed stars made from metal rings all joined together at a center. “That's a shakra. A magical object weapon used by Grishan witches,” Triss slit her palm and pressed the blood against the wall with a few markings, and instantly, a small part of the wall shifted and she took out a book. It was familiar. The one I'd seen when I first came to the spell room. The Book of Shadows and Magic. I read out the name internally. Strangely, I couldn't take my eyes off the book until Triss returned it back to the wall and sealed it magically just as she'd retrieved it.

“Sophie let me explain everything…he’s real here okay?. These books you see are fantasies that make things happen. Whatever sex you read from this erotic series, you would feel it. You want to feel it too?” Sophie nodded eagerly, already breathing faster. “Yes. God, yes I do.” Lucian looked at me. His eyes were still furious, he must think i’m stupid. Unfortunately, this was the only way out. Trapping another soul would protect me from being caught. I picked up the most forbidden book. “Shadows of Three” : a story about one powerful man claiming two willing women. As soon as I started reading aloud, the magic surged. Lucian’s melted into dark hunger. “Then let’s give her what she wants.”

"There has to be something in here. Some spell or something that can help." "Elara, stop—" I didn't listen. I started looking through the pages as fast as I could. My grandmother was the best healer we had. She wrote down everything she knew about dark magic and how to fight it. There had to be something. My hands were shaking while I searched. Page after page of spells and cures. But nothing about shadow poison. Then I saw it. Just one small part near the back of the book. "Listen to this," I said and read it out loud. "Shadow corruption comes from its source. Kill the source and all corruption dies too."

I swallow the lump in my throat and descend. The air down here is cooler, thicker with the smell of leather and dust and secrets. Torches have guttered out, but faint violet light clings to the edges of things—my new sight, maybe, or the contract’s gift. The shadows dance ahead of me, playful almost, skipping along the shelves until they reach a particular bookcase. One tendril stretches, points. A heavy black tome launches itself from the highest shelf and thumps into my waiting hands. I stagger under the weight. The book is bound in leather so dark it drinks the light; no gold leaf, no embossed sigils, just smooth, inky blackness. The title is etched in silver that seems to shift when I ti

There, on a stone pedestal, rested an ancient-looking book. "This," she said, picking up the book and holding it out to me, "is the Book of Shadows." I took the book from her, feeling its weight in my hands. The cover was old and worn, the title barely visible. "What is this?" I asked, my voice filled with curiosity. "It’s a book of knowledge and power," Emilianna explained. "It holds secrets that can help you grow stronger." "Stronger?" I echoed, looking up at her. "Why do I need to get stronger?"

The way to strip Lyra of her power, to make her vulnerable—just a girl with no divine protection. Holding the book tight to my chest, I peeped through to be sure no one saw me before running out of the library and bolting straight to my room, clicking the door shut. The moment the door locked behind me, I placed the book carefully on my bed with a wide grin on my face, pulling out my phone and redialing Aemond’s number. “I found something,” I whispered. “A spell. In a book called The Book of Shadows. It can disarm Lyra—strip her of her pendant’s magic.” My breaths came in quick, short gasps as I spoke.

This time the cloaked figure met him at the top of the stairs and said, "Not tonight. Let's explore." They walked deeper into the hall and entered a library and the figure pulled a book off of the shelf and opened the page without ever showing Anders the spine of the book. Anders was too trusting in his dreams, for dream casting wasn't a power known to either the Schatten or the Toten in the 1100's. To Anders this was just a silly dream and nothing more. "Let's read poetry this evening. The words are so hauntingly beautiful and you will make them just sing off of the page. Here try this."

“Half wolf, half bear, and all Shadow. “Babaloo, is your brother a Shadow?” Shadow asked. “Duh? Of course, he is. Why do you think he’s such an excellent assassin?” He said with pride for his big brother. “Well, shit! I had no idea he was a Shadow.” Shadow frowned. “Not to worry as you spend time and train with more Shadow’s you’ll be able to ID them.” Mimi shrugged. “So, Shadow should we go ahead and have our people start making their way here?” Dakota asked.

"Upon their visage, the countenance of the celestial orb, completed by the sacred sigil upon the union with their fated's mark." Thinking about the prophecy makes my skin crawl. Any time I think about ashes, I see my home, burnt to the ground. I hear howls of pain, remembering that they came from me as I held my baby brother's burnt body. Who needs screaming birds when I have already seen the hell that The Darkness hides.