Star Butterfly Book Of Spells Novels & Stories

Cyran, Liam’s wolf, is guarding her and as I watch, her aura begins to darken, taking on the color of the witches' magic. “NO!” I hear a scream and I turn, seeing Levana rushing at Angel, her hands glowing with a black light. Her magic has become so dark that there isn’t even a purple glow to it any longer. Almost as one, Meadow, Tate and I surround her. “You,” she snarls at me. From the corner of my eye, I watch as Meadow and Tate subtly move so that we create a triangle around her. I keep her focused on me while they begin the spell to bind her.

Sinthy spent almost twenty minutes flipping through her book of spells until she finally found what she was searching for. “Got it. I can handle this. Honestly, it’s not a tough spell at all. I’ve never cast a protection spell over such a huge space before, though. Still, it shouldn’t be too difficult. I’ll need some dandelion root and a dozen dead wasps, but I’ve got everything else right here in my bag.” “Dead wasps?” Leo asked, cocking an eyebrow.

That was all, but I had been wary of the knowing smile he had given me for a split second. "Yes." I muttered, waiting for him to leave before I opened the book. "That would be all." He bowed, leaving the room. The librarian wasn't an old man with a face covered in grey hairs. He was young, older than I was, but younger than the stereotype and definitely weirder. I scanned the book and realised the order of druids contained spells translated to English. These were too useful to be locked away and forgotten inside this dark, cold room. The book listed the spells numbered in ascending order. A few of them had symbols next to them and a how-to-use description attached to it.

It was already late. The stars were in their positions, shining brightly on the earth. They find a cave they could stay for the night. The boys went in search of sticks they could use to make a fire. While Ariana and Jasmine waited in the cave for their return. While they wait, Jasmine decided to ask Ariana the questions that had been bothering her for a while. She turned to face Ariana who was busy checking out the spells in the book of spells she came with. "That book contains three thousand spells. Five hundred which are binding spells. Four hundred are healing spells, and another four hundred are protection. The..."

Because this was bigger than politics. This was physics. Divine physics. That night, Lily locked herself in the highest tower. Alone. She needed silence. Needed to feel it without anyone watching. She let the golden fire rise. Fully. It burst outward, filling the room in radiant light. Her wings manifested behind her — larger than before. Brighter. Too bright. They scraped the stone ceiling. Cracks formed instantly. She gasped and tried to pull them back. They resisted. The fire inside her wasn’t obeying as easily anymore.

With a triumphant gleam in my eyes, I descended from the ladder, the ancient spell book in hand. I approached the bubbling pot, skimming through the pages of the spell book to confirm the ingredients I needed. “A feather from a raven, three drops of moonlight, a lock of the woman’s hair who you want to be forgotten, a pinch of dream dust.” I walked over to the shelf that contained the required ingredients. I had cut some strands of Isabella’s hair when I had invited her to the palace. One by one, I added the ingredients into the boiling pot and watched with an evil delight as the liquid boiled.

Soon enough, she picked up a pen and scribbled his name under. Lord Xandros. Yep. It was equal now. She giggled and dropped the pen, walking towards the shelf. Her eyes fell on the book. Diary of the witches. She picked it up out of curiosity and opened the first page . "The witch's heart is a secret, one locked behind shadows. The first spell is born of blood– Ah!" Her finger swiped through the sharp edge of the book and it cut her, a little blood forming on the top. Anna clicked her tongue as she cleaned the blood off and continued reading.

A smile curved on my lips as I whispered the incantation. “Briseadh na gcosc, sruth na cumhachta, oscail an doras, lig an neart sruthlú.” The pulse of energy throbbed in the air. A sudden breath of wind rushed through the room, rattling the loose wooden beams above me. I smiled, feeling the spell begin to take hold. The magic bent to my will without hesitation or resistance. A falcon appeared with the growing wind, and its black feathers spread wide and glistened in the afternoon sun. Its violet eyes burned with electricity and locked onto mine.

I asked him. Eamon looked at his shoulder and the tattoo before nodding in confirmation. That’s one smart witch. And powerful too. A cloaked sealing spell is quite an advanced technique. Determined, I extended my arms to perform another one, “I’ll unlock this.” Then, without wasting another second, I casted a spell again. It shined a blinding light. Sebastian covered his eyes and I looked away. It was a really bright flash, briefly flooding the room. Once it dissipated, and a moment after, an object floated in the air before it fell in my hands as I caught it just in time. A thick, scrappy book. More tattered than the Crysmorra spellbook that I have.

But I couldn't stop myself, I felt hypnotized as I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper, “Astra descendit, Tenebrae ascendit,” Lady Marietta's eyes gleamed with approval. “Excellent. Now, open the book to page 314 and read the passage aloud.” My heart raced as I opened the book, the pages crackling with an eerie energy. The words on page 314 seemed to leap off the page, burning themselves into my retina. “This is the spell of shadow manipulation,” Lady Marietta said, “with this, you will be able to control the very darkness itself.”