The Book Eating Magician Novels & Stories

Sam held his hand out for mine, and together we went back into the parlor. “Elara, Sori found this book, or rather, it found her.” His mate’s head whipped around, “Really? It called to you?” “Well,” I started, suddenly feeling silly. “I touched it and got all tingly.” “This must be the one we’re looking for then,” she offered, beaming at me. “You’re already starting to come into your magick.” That floored me. I had magick? That would have been nice to know; especially when those asshats at Silverpine grabbed me off the street.

"It contains names, locations, and secrets that would be catastrophic in the wrong hands. Because of that, all three copies of the book have been spelled. Only a mage can see the text. To anyone else, it appears as a blank ledger or simply doesn't exist to their eyes at all." I dropped it off and came back to sit, but the woman was already moving again. "Actually, let’s go to the gardens," she said. I didn't ask questions. I just followed her out of the library. As we passed the kitchens and the dining hall, the rich, savory smell of roasting meat and fresh herbs wafted up to me. My stomach let out a treacherous, loud rumble. Goddess, I am hungry. I haven't had breakfast yet.

He holds my eyes in a challenge and I'm too defiant to look away. "You are welcome to sit. No one in this house cares about the smoke." He says and takes another puff. Without a word I walk over to the chair opposite him and sit. I light my cigarette and inhale deeply before blowing out a puff of smoke. I look at the book the man is currently reading. Magician. The bold white words stand out against the stark black on the spine. The man could sense my star and peered over the top in amusement and… anticipation? Almost expectantly. "Have you read it?" He asks, mocking humor in his voice.

It was hand written. She went on, flipping the book and stopping to read through some parts of it. It was a book about spells and she found herself laughing at the silliness of the thought that magic was still in existence. Some of the spells in the book made Matilda to shake her head and conclude that the book had been written during the time that witches existed. Some of the recipes in the book had ingredients like a two day old crow's blood, the crushed bark of a cider tree, four leaved clovers, mint leaves that had bloomed in the summer and many other bizarre ingredients.

Even if the best case scenario was I remain the same, at least I might be able to center myself long enough to not have my magic explode out of me like some kind of cannon. I set the book down on the coffee table before taking my seat on the floor in front of it. The first few pages are introductions to the author and whatever other nonsense I immediately bypass. I don't need to read through twenty pages of some author—whose more than likely dead by now—droning on about the importance of magic balance and blah blah. Flipping to somewhere in the middle,I immediately saw a diagram of a pentagram. "Ohhh…" I mumble to myself and trace my finger over it.

“Someone broke into my house today and left your perfume behind. Josh smelled it in the book. "That's because he wanted you to feel it," Clara said, holding out the book and opening it in half. She pulled a small magnifying glass from the drawer beneath the register and examined the spines and edges of the pages. She pulled a slim pair of tweezers from her belt pouch and slipped them into the binding. A few moments later, she pulled out a thin feather. — Yes, this is indeed a very skilled magician. - What is that? "Part of a spell," said Clara, smelling pity. “A charm, actually. You need to get tested to confirm, of course, but I'm sure it's poisoned.

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Thompson said. “Thank you, Mrs. Thompson,” Diana, Eric and Elise chorused. The older woman waved her hand and went out of the library. The five of them stared at the thick book once again. But five minutes passed by, nothing happened. “Uh, well. Let’s just eat something,” Kent suggested and was about to stand up when the book began to tremble all by itself and the five of them looked at it in perplexity. Colors of luminous gold, red, green, silver and pink burst out of the book and spread across the room. Then they felt something cold touch their entire body. Before they knew it, they were all sucked inside the book, screaming.

What should we start with now? My eyes scans through the books. Blood moon. Okay that would be later, the book seems too big and bloody. I pick up a much smaller book which reads 'werewolf history, okay this one seems better. At the end of an hour, I had finished with the book and take up another. 'Magus.' If I am right, that's the Latin world for magic. I read until the sun goes down, and my stomach starts grumbling for food. And so far, I managed to get a better view of the whole thing.

Rose as she continued to read the book in front of her. “Yeah, okay…” Cecilia also continued reading. The stack of books were all about magic. “Magus: Basic Structures Of Magic Circles” “Gifts Granted By God” “Divine Magic And Belief” “Elemental Resonance Between Magic And Science” “Advanced Guide to Magic” were some of the titles among others. Rose’s objective was to master at least a few high tier magic for the upcoming fight. That was the original plan that she thought of when she had just returned from the last quest but as of now, she was keeping watch. Her eyes also took quick glances at Cecilia.