Spell Diaries Novels & Stories

At once Vera recognized that it was his twin daughters' room. "Why did you bring me here, Danish?" "I wanted you to see it now, Verena. Because if I showed this to you tomorrow, you would have thought I fabricated it." Danish was rummaging something among papers and books placed on the study tables. "What is it?" "Let me search for it. It was here somewhere when I last saw it. Where is it... Yeah! Found it." Danish lifted a slim diary covered with yellow paper. It was decorated with pictures and quotes about success and in the middle a ribbon of light green was pasted, that read 'My dreams and inspiration'.

“Oh, you guys are not going to believe this. Our little spy is a massive freak.” I adjusted my posture, holding the diary up to the ambient light of the limo. “‘If he pushed me against the bookshelves, I wouldn’t even fight back,’” I read, my voice dripping with dark amusement. “‘I want him to take control. I want him to rip this stupid sweater off me. I can practically feel his hands gripping my thighs, bruising my skin, pushing his huge dick inside my tight and wet aching pussy while he whispers my name…’”

I feel I can fix this easily without having to recite the spell for it but that would cause suspicions so I decide to say the key word. "Reparo." I say and the pieces start putting themselves together, all the atoms mending and in a few seconds, the material is as good as new. Everyone stares at me with awe and seconds later they all clap at my performance. Brody is staring at me with a shocked expression. "Excellent Miss Graves." He says to me and I go back to my seat.. "Now that we're done with that, we'll move to our next lesson. For those who weren't able to repair the steel, keep practicing after class and don't hesitate to come to me if you need any help." Brody states. "Let's open up

Their archive contains personal diaries, musings, funny moments, as well as information on monumental events, research, and recipes for making anything from relaxing teas and mouthwatering desserts, to deadly potions, and they also have instructions on spellcasting and historical documents. Axel guessed that there will be a lot to go through, but this was beyond his wildest imagination! Axel gave himself a pep talk. Even if he reads only a book or two, it will be better than nothing. But there was no way to figure out which one of these books will have something useful. What if he wastes his time reading a diary of a frolicky witch who spent her days talking to frogs? Axel steeled his resolv

she murmured. That made my spine tighten. I followed her gaze to the book. It didn’t belong. The others were worn, faded, labeled in neat script. This one was darker, the leather cracked and uneven, its spine completely blank. No dust or markings. “Okay,” I said, keeping my tone light even as my instincts screamed. “Let’s not touch the creepy, unlabeled object in the ancient magic library” She swallowed. “It feels like it already touched me” I took another step forward. “Lyra, seriously…” I shuddered in goosebumps.

My feet carried me to the one door I never should have opened — Di’s. She looked up at me, startled, quill hovering above a half-scribbled note. Ink stained her fingertips; sunlight caught the fine hairs at her wrist. Her eyes were too wide, too honest. “Calm yourself, Di. I’m not here to hurt you.” I forced the words low. “Have you seen a book here? Old. Dusty. Written in a tongue you wouldn’t know.” Confusion knotted her brow. “A…spellbook? No, Father. Why would I have something like that?”

she whispered to herself, as if drawing strength from the words. She pressed the hidden mechanism, and a faint click sounded. A concealed compartment slid open, revealing a small locked box. Entering the code Elias had given her, she heard a soft snap. The box opened, releasing a faint, musty scent. Inside was a bundle of diaries tied with a satin ribbon. Her hands trembled slightly as she picked up the diary. The cover was worn and yellowed with age, a testament to the years it had endured. Taking a deep breath, she opened it to the first page.

She needed to correct Ariel before it got too far. A gasp of surprise escaped her lips as the door of the closet slid open, revealing Spencer. “You’re here. I’ve been looking every…” his gaze fell on the book in her hands and he took steps closer to her. “You good? I just wanted to ask where the salt is.” When she let out no reply, he walked to her and snatched the diary from her palms, passing her a last suspicious look before averting his gaze to the page, his eyes immediately becoming wide open.

"What if my mother's entries are in the back of the diary because she was adding to it, that means there should be older entries in the front that we haven't read yet. Like a way to open this thick back, what If spells were written there?." I turned to the very beginning of the diary and tried to see if it was truly a thick back or it was joined together by magic. "Why don't we touch that place separately and see if it'll unlock" Alex suggested. I nodded my head and brought my hands to that thick back, he placed his hands over mine. Surprisingly, the thick back started separating. "Wow" I muttered while Alex smiled. My mom's family must have been strong with spell. They hide and unhide whate

"Actually, I was wondering when she was going to get to the part about your slippers. They’re hideous, Bella. They look like you killed two Muppets and strapped them to your feet." Isabella gasped, clutching her chest. "Now," I said, my voice dropping the humor and turning into pure ice. "Get out of the archives. If I catch you in here again, I won't just plant memes. I'll print out your middle school diary entries and feed them into the company’s global Slack channel. I believe the entry titled *'Why I Think My Hair Is My Only Personality Trait'* was particularly riveting." Seraphina’s face went white. "You wouldn't."