Spell Book Novels & Stories

“Most spell books are just imagination. The spells don’t work by themselves. It’s the person casting them that makes them work. The spells are just a road, like I said. They make it easier to focus on the desired result. If you don’t have the focus or the skill or the power, even with the instructions, nothing happens. “This book? It’s got spells using ingredients that make the spells foolproof. Anyone could do them. The ingredients themselves have magic in them, but that sort of ingredient is never nice to get hold of. Stuff like the life-blood of an innocent or the last breath of a pious priest. Let’s have a bonfire. Right now. Tala, can you take charge of t

I said firmly, holding out my hand for him to hand over the book. He gave it to me and I didn’t bother to thank him, although it was at the tip of my lips, but I pushed it down. I looked over the page and indeed, it was a spell titled ‘the warlock initiation spell’ It was just a few paragraphs. There were no elements needed nor level of power noted down. This is it. I had a feeling. I looked up at them, and saw them watching me intently. I looked down at the page again and felt a little hesitant. Like I wasn’t sure if I should do it right this second or not.

When I got it I climbed down the stairs . The book had an old leather cover, the edge of the pages were worn out, yellow in colour. It looked like a journal. There was dust on it. I opened the books. The book was written in several languages. It looked like spells. Below every spell there was an English translation. I was going through the book when my eyes fell on a spell. It was a spell to find things or places. According to the journal, if we recite the spell three times while thinking about the object or place the book will show the vision of the location.

I’m trying to stall and avoid him from noticing so soon, so I can accomplish it without and disturbance, or without dying. I rushed back to the middle of the bridge, avoiding the steaming hot flesh that coated the mucky, blood, grounds and picked up the oldest and most fragile Dark Spell book Bahm had in his bookshelf. Avoiding this book for a really long while, for it had Hiliana's signature printed on the first page in old English letters, I was worried it would be too much for me to handle, but my sould is also purified by light, unlike his deranged birth mother, but last night I discovered a hidden spell to destroy....

"I created this medicine for the pack. It keeps their hunters moving and their fevers down. That is the only reason they kept me around all these years, Isabella. I made myself indispensable. But herbs can only buy so much time. You cannot rely on a councilman’s hypocrisy to save your skin. You still have to learn to use your powers." She turned toward a heavy iron chest in the corner, rummaging through the dust before pulling out a thin, leather-bound volume. It was entirely different from the massive, heavy spellbook she had given me before. This one looked worn, its pages yellowed and edges frayed, but the symbols on the cover felt softer, lacking the dark, aggressive energy of the earth

She grabbed a thick book and pulled it off the shelf before returning to her seat. She placed the book on the coffee table in front of me so I could see it. My eyes widened when I saw the gorgeous purple and white designs on the book with dark purple lettering that read: Spell Book. “A spell book?” I gasped, running my fingers down the front cover. “Is this real?” She nodded.

I wanted to think that Bruce is doing this because he does like me, and not just because there’s someone behind him that made him do it. I also rarely see and meet Lucas. It has already been up to this point that I was slapped with the truth. The spell broke off easily when I casted it on him. Maybe the spell that was used on him is so powerful that it can easily break off my spell. My spells are no ordinary spells. Some of the spells and enchantments that I am using come from the book of Demonic Spells. It was in our guild’s room filled with books. That's why I read and studied it on my own without Pi’s knowledge.

I stared at the scroll for a moment before unrolling it, the crisp parchment crackling beneath my fingers. There was the coiled serpent artwork at the right, and the heading was written in dark ink with striking precision: We don’t teach simple spells here. We teach control. Power. How to survive. Below it was a list, neatly divided into Basic Classes and Main Disciplines and the moment I read through them, the soup in my stomach churned. Basic Classes:

I want to learn stealth magic so that I can be able to get my children back. I also want to learn undoing spells so that I can take the spells she might have put on my babies off. Then I take the other volume that is smaller than the Capsers Grimoire. It had a hard cover too but not as fancy as the big grimoire. This has a simple title: GENERAL SPELLS GRIMOIRE. These are the spells we have collected over time from other covens as they grow. They come up with new spells now and then and we have to learn them well.

Make them believe that she was more? Annemarie held out a worn leather-bound book that had a surface etched with swirling symbols that seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly glow. An aura of power emanated from it that gave her the heebie jeebies. "This," Annemarie continued, "contains all the spells you need to familiarize yourself with. With this book, River, you can be anything you want to be."