Spell Diaries Novels & Stories

ASTRID. The room feels chilly all of a sudden. My eyes search around, my room looks tighter now, something panging at the base of my heart. Sweat trickled down my forehead as I opened the top of the box. I dump the contents on the table, there are a few notes, and some pictures, stickers, books and sorts, and I open the bulky book, my eyes swiping through the content. It’s a spell book, the words written in another language I can’t even read.

''My name is Jacob. Your friend here tells me you twisted your ankle and would like a massage,'' the man said in a husky voice. ‘’ I do,’’ Diana replied. ''Why have I never known about this spa? Your services are top-notch. If I had people to recommend, I would,'' Diana says to Jacop. He goes on doing his work as if he didn’t hear her prompting Diana to question him once again. ''Well, it is because you never have interests in other people. I know it sounds weird, but I have had from the grapevine that you rarely interact with your coworkers outside work. With such an attitude, you cannot know about what happens around you, ''Jacop whispers into her ears.

Obviously, it was written by a different person. Was this really Connie's diary? She was not a cultured person. Why did she suddenly keep a diary? The misspelled word, 'deary', was circled and crossed out by another person with a different handwriting. Then, the correct word, 'diary', was written next to it in a powerful handwriting, followed by a wriggly handwriting that repeated the corrected word ten times next to it. It looked like a primary student being punished for making a spelling mistake after being discovered by the teacher.

She looked up when I neared, and I could see the excitement in her eyes. "Hello," she said, giving me a smile. "Are you here for the wolf history section too?" I nodded eagerly, grateful to have found someone with a common interest. Sierra quickly stood up and pointed to the shelves with infectious excitement. We searched the shelves until we found a title I hadn't seen before: "The Diary of Salvador, as Told by a Disciple." "Salvador," I murmured. "Who is he?" Sierra nodded as she heard the name.

With trembling hands, I approached it, my fingers brushing against the rough wood. With a creak, I lifted the lid, revealing a treasure trove of forgotten memories. Among the yellowed pages and faded photographs, my gaze landed on a leather-bound diary. It was weathered with time, its once vibrant cover now worn and aged. I knew instinctively that this diary held the answers we had been searching for.

"Wow, we really do have the same taste. All paranormal." "Great minds think alike," he grinned. As I scanned the titles, one book stood out - plain black, no title on the spine. "What's this one?" I asked, reaching for it. "That's..." Lucian hesitated. "That's my diary. From when I lived here." I quickly tried to put it back. "Oh! Sorry, I didn't mean to pry." "No, wait." His hand caught mine, warm and steady. "You can read it."

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Didn't she hide it properly? This diary was a mighty one, big and heavy. The cover was lilac, decorated with drawings of hearts and sparkles. The spine had been cracked over and over again, and the pages were unable to lay flat because of how many times they had been written inside. But it was mostly still intact. It was so big that I wondered when I would even complete the reading, it surely won't be today.

I heave a sigh of discomfort, sitting on the bed “Ezli what is going on? I am confused.” “We really need to stay alert Hermione, evil looms in the air.” Ezli whispers I pull my hair frustratingly “What do we do Ezli? Can that girl be really Glinda? Why would she even want with the book?” “There is just one way to find out...”

Or maybe she did not hear. No. It always happened that way. So I'm sure she must have been doing it on purpose. Only I don't know the reason for that. And the silence? You know, parents' silence usually means they are angry or disappointed in you or both. But not my mom's. "Diary of An Hybrid Girl. It's really interesting" I would smile and wave my hands excitedly, in order to hide my lie. Actually, it was 'Adventures of the Omegas', a book about aliens, and mostly werewolves. Mike knew so much about them and read the books to me