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“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.

With a total of 100 mage coins at hand, Audrey started on her shopping spree. She and Niccoli visited different emporiums. 'Magus Athenaeum' was written majestically at the entrance of the first shop that they visited. As a new student, obviously they have to buy the book for their studies. So it is normal that their first stop will be a book store. There are a total of six books listed on the paper given to them and they look around the library for these specific books. Meanwhile, the library was divided into different sections and they were neatly separated by subject. The bookshelves for Herbology and Beasticology for the study of mystical plants and magical beast respectively were placed

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

This is where the real work begins. Pushing to my feet, I step closer, reaching for the first book on the pile. Its spine creaks in protest as I pry it open, the scent of aged parchment and dried herbs rising to meet me. The text is written in the same ancient script as the spell I translated, its ink faded but still legible. I scan the pages quickly, searching for anything that might reference the werewolf curse, dark magic, or alternative rituals. The words blur together in long, winding descriptions, spells of protection, curses of binding, invocations to gods long forgotten.

In short: vibes immaculate. The spellbook—Amaya’s creepy glowing journal of doom—flipped itself open to the beginner section titled: “Casting Your First Spell (And Not Dying)” Well, reassuring, thanks. The page sparkled like it was mocking me. Written in perfect cursive with annotations like, “Don't scream if it glows—it’s supposed to.” and “If the walls start bleeding, take a break.” You know. Witch basics. I read the first spell aloud, nervously chewing the end of a carrot stick because yes, I now snack on sentient vegetables and we don’t talk about that.

Ximena places her stuff quickly in a neat pile and I place the box on the ground before unpacking it. The thick books are all looking really old, with leather bindings, golden lettering, and thick yellow paper. I read the covers; Magia elemental, La historia de la magia, Un testimonio de la cacería de la brujas en la Espana, Guía de brujas, Libro de encantamientos, Libro de los muertos, Leyedas mágicas and book with no letters on its covers, just an upside down tree. I wonder what that one is about. For everyone wondering, here are the translations:

Bill stood up, bowed like a refined gentleman, and departed. I sprawled out on the floor, striking an inviting pose for a moment until he was gone, then sat up to focus on the ancient book. I had memorized how to read the Runes exactly as Bill had shown me. I had mastered the alphabet and practiced enough to understand its contents clearly. It spoke of the origins of witchcraft, as well as spells for attack, defense, and healing. On page 128, there was a spell to turn blood into an explosive that could be triggered at any moment.

Her sewing kit will come in handy now. Avery stood by him anxiously. “Why don’t I know such a useful spell? God my visions are almost useless. I can’t discern most of the rituals. if I see a useful spell-like healing, spell I could have stopped his bleeding right away…” he mumbled as he pranced around. Nico froze. “the book… the book! Avery! Go to raven’s room and get me a leather-bound book! It has spells!! You can do it right! Go on!”

She scoured ancient texts and scrolls, searching for any hint of forgotten power or hidden strength. Hours passed, and Lola's eyes burned from reading by candlelight. Just as she was about to give up, she stumbled upon a dusty, leather-bound tome. The title faded, but she could make out the words "Beast of Gévaudan." Her heart raced as she flipped through the pages, reading about an ancient and powerful creature that once terrorized the lands. The spells within promised immense strength and near invincibility, but they also carried dire warnings of the cost.

I hissed back at her and resumed hollering Suzy's name around the quarter. I rummaged through every part of the quarter but I couldn't find her so I decided to tap into my magic. I have seen Suzy perform locator spells to find a missing person before, so I bought out a map and her hairbrush and began chanting. The brush was shoved multiple times by the spell and it eventually landed at the riverside near the bayou.