Spellbound Book Series Novels & Stories

I asked them once they all managed to sit down again. Oro's hands shook as he took a book from the table in front of him and opened it. He coughed and arranged his collar a little bit. A nervous tic. "Emm. My King and Queen" he started "since we realised about the prophecy many years ago. We have actually had several special wolves who dedicated their lives to the cause, investigating any shift in the balance of the realms. And that way would be able to inform us of any change in case the prophecy came near. We do not know if we have an enemy yet, we do not even know if there is an enemy.

Even after half an hour, he couldn't fall asleep so he retrieved the Forbidden Book Of Ancient Spells of The World and started turning pages, digging about the spell. The Ancient Concealment and Deception Spell of Divine Beasts was an old magic practice which could only be performed by the most eligible warlocks of the world. To be able to perform one, the warlock or witch performing it must come from a special lineage called the Mixed Bloods, a hybrid race of shifters who came from many different origins. Malachi frowned at the explanation of the race but continued turning pages until the sun came out the next day. Only then did he drop the book, an hour later after the first light of day.

“Dear reader, the information in this book was recovered from decades of research, spanning across multiple realms. This book is not a topic of fiction, every chapter contains groups and spells which demand to be taken seriously, by performing one of these spells, you will be taking the risk of repercussions being bestowed upon yourself and any persons related to the spell. I highly urge you to take every precaution possible to remain safe. Some groups do not possess a name, I have described these groups as the names of their surroundings.” Once I read this I panic a little, so this book is a kind of spell book? This alone telling me the other people who are after it, probably want it for a

The thread seemed to settle into place, and the books remained perfectly still as if frozen in time. I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and amazement at the power of the spell and who it was coming from. My best guess was Rune. “And just in time too,” I said as there were many ways my coming here could go wrong. I watched in silence, mesmerized by the thread of light that seemed to hold the books in place. It was as if time itself had been woven into the fabric of the spell, suspending the books in mid-air. It had Rune written all over it.

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....

“Come in!” To my relief, it was Sybill. She looked more regal than ever, her long hair lying over her shoulders like a waterfall of silken strands. “I felt you might need some guidance,” she said, her voice a soothing balm to my nerves. “May I?” I nodded, and she took a seat beside me, her presence grounding. “I found out some things about the spells you encountered,” she began, her eyes scanning my face for any sign of fear. “The book you hold is a powerful artifact, capable of amplifying one’s innate abilities. But it also requires a balance, knowledge and responsibility. You must be careful.”

Nonetheless, they made me feel hurt, helpless, and pathetic. It was a blessing in disguise that I spent all the time outside work practicing magic. That allowed me to lock the door saying, “private life” and bury a key. I was diligent at studying the demonic language. I even made my own notes based on what Immara found. After two months, now I felt confident of planning the breaking spell ritual in detail. I asked Grandma and Aunt Kira to help me perform the locating spell which supposed to help us find the sacred place with the highest level of inner energy. Aunt was so excited that she even came three hours earlier than we were supposed to meet.

“Yes.” “Wow,” she said in equal measure of awe and horror. This book was a deabru spellbook of sorts. It had caused more than its fair share of havoc on her family. The spell that tore her dad’s soul in two, causing him to live a split existence as twins for hundreds of years came from that book. The spell that killed Balric the Betrayer’s son came from the same book and started a spur of murders through him, Mom, and Ian that took almost a hundred werewolf lives cause of it.

The book looks ancient, in an intriguing way, old leather binds the pages together. “Come look at this.” I call over to Creed. Skimming my fingers along the cover. It’s so beautiful, I start skimming the first few pages seeing simpler spells like, blindness spell, forgetness spell, protection spell, as I keep scanning each page the spells get more and more complicated. “What did you find?” Creed asks when he gets up to me. “My mothers spell book… there are some very complicated spells In this.” I whisper out loud. Creeds pov.

They landed, instead, on the heap of clothes piled on the floor—the crimson side-slit dress, the white lace slip, the sheer stockings, a man's shirt, a black tie, a belt… The belt buckle's cold glint was a physical assault, piercing his eyes and heart. His body shook violently, his teeth chattered, and his vision instantly blurred.