Spellcasting Book Novels & Stories

The power to be a slave. "It seems very exaggerated. How is that going? What do you mean?" His eyebrows furrowed and paused for a while. "I don't know? This might be a result of reading books." I said and he nodded twice, paying attention to every detail I said. "Darling, in the English language, can you spell the 5th longest wor⁠—" I interrupted him. I closed my eyes, jumbled letters began to flow like specks of pixie dust forming a word. It's like magic but It's not fantasy. It is sensory, a thought experiment. It is science.

Bastiana went to them and begun to cause them migraines and drain their magic. Lucindo chanted some incantations and Hilda was flung aggressively to the grave. She stood up and tried to attack the warlock but she was glued to the spot. It was a freaking boundary spell and of course, she was inside the circle drawn with white powder and other ingredients. At this point, I knew I had to re-strategize. If with all immense strength thrown the warlock's way and he was able to overcome easily and still overpower everyone then other tactics must be applied.

After a few minutes of flicking through pages Cam smiles and closes the book with a soft thud. “Okay, so it looks like it’s probably a spin off version of a basic stealth spell. Instead of hiding a person’s presence WHILE they’re at a place, it hides it afterwards.” She explains. Pride and satisfaction in her voice for finding the correct spell. “Is there anything about it that we could use to find the caster?” Bellamy prompts. Cam considers and her face falls a little.

I mean, if that elf guy attacked, I might not be able to take him down even if I stayed. I sifted through the old books scattered around my room until I found one. The spells in it were written in Sanskrit. I think it's where I had seen the spell I needed. Someone really needed to digitize and organize these things. It wasn't like there was an entire book written on summoning, or transforming, or anything. They were just books written by people that either made spells or collected spells, so when you opened it up, it was random.

Rather than succumb to the anger that sprouted when they refused to answer my questions, I began flitting through the stack of spell books Cordelia left outside. There was one in particular that caught my attention, mostly because of it’s cover. It was made from a pitch-black leather with an odd texture I’d never felt before. Each individual page was lined in silver so that they caught the light each time I turned to a new one. Just as I found the first spell in the book, and realized what type of magic this one depicted, Cordelia was taking it from my hands and snapping it shut. “Oh, no you don’t.” She shook her head much like Grandma did when she caught me gearing up to steal one of her sw

el that she had brought with her, one that she had kept concealed, even from Dickson and Theo. She opened it and took out a book with care.It was small, but it was old, its binding bound in black, supple leather, its pages weathered to a golden brown. The cover was adorned with curling, delicate symbols so slender they were nearly invisible until the light hit them just right. It gave off a faint, earthy scent, like old paper and desiccated spices."What is that?" Alex Henry said, her eyes flying wider as she caught the arcane power emanating from the book."This," Sama Arthur replied, holding the book in his arms, "is a spellbook. It used to belong to my mother. It's been passed down through

“I probably need more time than a day to memorize this before I can study another spell.” “Well, just in case you can master the spell in a short time, Joseph rose from his chair, took the book from the shelf and next gave it to Jeremiah.” It was a thick book that consisted of a hundred or more pages. “What is this book, Archbishop?” Jeremiah asked curiously while receiving the book. “It's the purification spell level-3.” the old man informed. “What, don't tell me I must memorize all the words inside the book precisely?” “Exactly,” Joseph replied with a warm smile.

she announced quietly, placing a heavy tome on the table with a thud that sent dust swirling into the air. I stood, my heart pounding with hope and apprehension. "What is it?" "It's a spell book," Meredith explained, flipping through the aged pages with careful reverence. "Ancient magic, similar to what Gaius used. It might have the answers we need." She scanned the intricate text; her finger tracing lines of arcane symbols and chants. "Here," she murmured after what seemed like an eternity, pointing to a passage illuminated by the flickering candlelight. "I think I've found a spell. I'll have to try it out, but I don't really know how it would react to this frail body".

And if there's not, well, sex with Jake in any position of my choice here in the library seemed tempting either way. "Revelis Intermorta," I said. Gold flecks surrounded the book and around my fingers the instant I said the spell. From the corner of my eye, I could see Jake in awe, looking all around us at the bright hue covering us. I smiled, turning my attention back to the book, trying to keep my focus on it.

I turned back to the book, studying it's contents. "What do you see?" he asked. I took a deep breath, steadying myself before delving into the wealth of knowledge laid out before me. "There's so much here," I said, my voice filled with awe. "Spells for agility, strength...even protective enchantments." "That's incredible," Alex said, his tone filled with admiration. "But there's more," I continued, my eyes scanning the pages eagerly. "Insights into the history of the White Wolf, the evolution...it's all here."