Star Butterfly Book Of Spells の小説・ストーリー

The title was also written on the first page. Annabelle Hale;this is my book of shadows. Book of shadows. What did that mean? She began to flip through the pages and her mouth dropped open in awe. It was a book of spells. Magic spells, healing spells, invisible spells, spell of curses, teleporting spells, spells of the past, spells to break a curse... "So many spells and incantations",she said softly. "Yeah. That book belonged to the world greatest Sorceress",Caleb said. "What happened to her?",Layla asked.

Star growled annoyed by us being locked up like some kind of fragile item. Doing as Star said I walked towards Sid backing him into a corner and grabbing a hold of his head. Holding him firmly in place I closed my eyes and pictured Sid with Henrik clearing my mind of everything else. “Now listen to the spell he cast. It’s one that allows anyone else to leave but not us. I don’t know a lot about spells but one thing I have noticed is that the majority of them if said in reverse, breaks that spell” Stars voice was soft yet held authority as she sent feelings of calmness towards me allowing me to focus better.

It was bound in dark leather, the title barely legible: "The Lament of the Moon." With trembling hands, I opened the book and began to read. It spoke of powerful spells and ancient rituals, many of which had been lost to time. As I turned the pages, one spell in particular stood out. It was a spell of protection, capable of shielding the entire town from harm. But there was a catch—it required a rare ingredient: the heart of a Silverwood tree. I had heard legends of the Silverwood trees, ancient and powerful, but thought them to be long extinct. The book mentioned that the heart of the tree could amplify magic, making the protection spell almost impenetrable.

My blood rushing to warm my skin with her sudden outburst. “It’s not the spell…. it’s who wrote it. She’s a witch.” Sierra turns the book, sliding its heaviness around to face us again and taps at the bottom right of the second page somewhat excitedly; at a little symbol that looks like it was burned into the page with hot metal. It’s tiny, a small flowing L and C surrounded by a vine design that wrap it into one continuous form and is unusually pretty.

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.

she laughed, standing and walking back to Ethan, mixing Ste-phen ’s blood with his. She snapped her fingers, and a small, ancient dark book appeared in her hand. As Desdemona whimpered at the sight, Ste-phen realized—the spell was in that book. Zoraya’s voice echoed as she began chanting. Mason felt fire in his bones. So did Ste-phen . Both of them moaned in agony until the chanting stopped. “Now,” Zoraya said, snapping the book shut and turning to Ste-phen . “All you have to do is reject him. He doesn’t have to accept—it’ll work either way.”

A thick, weathered book lay open before her, its yellowed pages vibrating slightly. She spoke in a low, melodic voice: “Estra me seish kruel. Estes ses seish kruel. Hillma re kuvena celin. Oshrma celin.” The candles flickered wildly, and the air in the room grew colder. ‘That’s black magic!’ Naila’s voice rang sharply in my mind. I stiffened. ‘How do you know that?’ ‘It’s written on the book’s spine. That’s a forbidden spellbook.’

The shadow was silent for a moment. Then the voice spoke again. “Only a young Stone Witch may open this book.” “A young Stone Witch?” I echoed quietly. The shadow inclined its head, as though acknowledging my presence for the first time. “A witch born of earth and endurance,” it said. Ms. Joyce’s eyes widened slowly. “Linda,” she said under her breath. The shadow continued, “The spell inside this book is not meant for elders, It is meant for growth.” “The Stone Witch must choose the spell herself,” the shadow added. “No other may choose for her.”