Spell Book Novels & Stories

Slamming her against the wall and getting into a hot make out session probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do since she already had the wrong idea but I needed a distraction and the girl was hot. Heading home after school I found mum, reading at the kitchen table. “What’s that?” pointing to the book in her hand. “A new book of conjuring spells I acquired from a coven up north, I’m just verifying if its legit or a fake” she answered “So, which one is it?” I asked “it’s real and extremely rare, I will need to keep this one out of human hands and in my special collection, if in the wrong hand it could be dangerous” She answered

"But we have to be careful. If he's as scary as I think we can make no mistake." I nodded, my determination tightening. "We'll do it. Whatever it takes." Over the next few days, we delved into the shadowy world of Sebastian Grey, gathering bits and pieces of information from various sources. He seemed to be following a spell—Grey’s path was impenetrable, his relationships buried deep in deceit and conspiracy. As we learned more about his actions, it became clear that Gray was not just a minor player but an influential figurehead. Its reach extended beyond Lawson's policies and involved powerful individuals and institutions.

she screamed, denying everything. The sorcerer looked up, revealing yellowed teeth and a cold smile. "Luna Alayna, you really have a poor memory. When you paid me a fortune for the surrogate pregnancy curse, you certainly didn't say that." The room fell into stunned silence. The surrogate pregnancy curse was forbidden magic in the werewolf packs. Anyone caught using it would be exiled for life. Veins bulging on his forehead, Misael kicked the sorcerer violently. "You're lying! I don't know you! Sienna must have paid you to frame us!"

Her ranting helped her ignore the horror until she’d run out of things to blame on the coven. Chris and Brian both took down her golem. Veronica was so horrified by their actions that she’d failed to take action against them. All she needed was her bag of her workings in it. There’d been no time to search for it. Now it was lost to her, and she wanted to cry again over this. That spellbook was left for her out in those woods. She’d taken so much time to retrieve it safely. When she’d opened it, Veronica knew from the first page it was a spellbook that fit her perfectly and she’d be able to do everything she wished. Her abilities and powers would know no limit. They’d grow organically, and sh

His hands finally came up from under the counter and clutched in its grip was a book–brown covered and without a speck of dust. “A cheque book?" I asked, arching a brow as I tilted my head. “You want to give me a cheque? I appreciate the thought, Ger Bear, but you know I ain't allowed in the back. You know what happened the last time I went there.” "It's not a cheque book,” Gerald mumbled before sliding it across the counter to me. "It's a spell book. One that can be used to summon the demon lord, Anakin.” I stood still, my fingers grazing the cover. "A spell book?” I asked and Gerald nodded. A strained laugh tore out of my lips

“Is that not true?” I put my hand protectively on my belly, stepping away from him, not sure if he was stable enough to be around right now. He was furious and pacing back and forth; I felt like a caged animal. “Only those with the blood of the Red Oak Tribe can cast spells in those books,” he said through his teeth. “I kept it here for protection because if it fell into the wrong hands, it could be dangerous. It’s filled with dark magic and curses that could ultimately be our end.

I pointed my finger and Micheal seemed troubled as he got on his feet again. " taught you, Spells, like what? " He was serious all of a sudden, clenching his hand on the spear. " Aging spell, immortality spell, healing, growing plants, I also wash the dishes without washing them, you know what I mean. " I smiled, grateful I have such unique powers. However, Michael didn't smile. " What else he taught you? " I feel bad all of a sudden. " I'm not in trouble, am I? I never hurt anyone. "

But you are not. You are my regal, baby beautiful girl. And you are set out to do great things. You'll lead and heal the people. I know you will. Your father's family will always back you up and support you. Stay clear of my parents. They'll teach you how to harness and control your power. How to properly use it to heal and lead the multitude of whatever species your mate is. And in a book are ways to know what spell works and how they do. I lower the note and glance inside the box. Sure, there's a book with an orange cover on it. I continue reading.

Magic they feared. I run my fingers across the cracked spines until I find what I’m looking for: Ancient Witchcraft of the Forgotten Era. Bound in deep green leather, barely holding together. The writing on the cover is almost worn off. I carry it to one of the heavy tables near the back and sit. The pages whisper as I turn them, the old ink uneven, some parts blurred by time or water damage. Spells of healing. Curses of madness. Rituals of possession. Nothing I haven’t seen before—

I replied as I bowed my head in embarrassment. “It's just like every other broom, nothing is special about it,” she explained while handing me a book. “What's this?” I asked, flipping the pages open. “This is the spell for the death revelations right?” I asked, trying to remember the words. “How did you know?” She asked as she looked at me. Curiosity etched on her face as she glared at me. “How did you know that it was a death revelation spell?” She asked, her eyes filled with curiosity.