The Book Eating Magician Novels & Stories

He said. "But you said that you don't need the book anymore." She said. "Yeah! I didn't but I need now. I heard that the book has some secret magic skills too. I thought it has just martial arts." He said brushing his finger on her hair. "You are so greedy person." Chenguang removed his finger from her hair. He chuckled at her then left the room. He didn't lock the room. Because he knew that he has strong guards. Chenguang knew that she was hypnotised. But she couldn't remember anything. She didn't remember what she did. She stood up on the floor and walk through the door. She opened it. No one was there. She walk through the jail. A guard blocked her way.

Not that Jon had anything to say to her. The day had been taken up by this seemingly fruitless search, until in the dingiest part of the store, in a crumbling red book published in 1900, he found the name. The Book of Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage was filled with weird double-talk, esoteric terms, confusing graphics, and yawn-inducing florid language, but the name was there—as was his invocation.

I was so used to eating once or twice a day, and usually in small portions, so in my mind I had eaten enough to last me until the next day. The room door opened and I heard someone walk in, I assumed it was just another maid so I didn't bother looking up."You can leave it on the table next to the other. I promise I'll eat it in a few" I said, absent minded. These books were so unusual, talking about times as if humans were slaves to a more powerful creature. It was the history of a night creature that held the power of illusion. There only weakness, emotion.

“A friend of Theodore’s new mate is a friend of ours; come tell us about yourself.” I let their voices fade behind me as I walked down the hall and into the kitchen. There, I unpacked all the food that would help fuel my magic. I was going to need to figure out how to cook with these types of ingredients. As if my thoughts had conjured it, a recipe book lay at the bottom of the box. I pulled it out carefully, immediately noticing it was used. A piece of paper stuck out of the top, and I opened the book to that page.

DEDICATION: I dedicate this chapter to 'Mhiz Grace Pretty' for dropping two gems on my book this month. You are amazing 😘 Elliot's POV The book was magnificent. Just as I imagined. Once I reached home I had already prepared myself to open it but I had to savour the moment of having the first magic book in the world.

He examined it properly to be sure his eyes weren't playing any tricks on him, his hands shaking with excitement and disbelief. Truly, the fire didn't leave even the slightest mark of burn on the chair. After Mathias had finished satisfying his curiosity on the chair, he turned his attention to the strange book, where it lay on the floor with its pages opened. He gazed at it for some time before finally picking it up. His fingers trembled as he flipped through the pages, and then he realized he had actually done magic. He actually did MAGIC!! "How in the world is that possible?" He questioned himself, his mind reeling with disbelief and wonder. Then he remembered his grandfather always told

Eleanor’s POV My heart skipped a beat as I spotted a book bound in black leather. Gold letters on the cover proudly declared its title: "Mastery of Magic." A shiver ran down my spine as I opened it, scanning its pages for any guidance on the powers that had both blessed and troubled me. There, written in simple and clear words, was a guide on how to control the very magic that now felt like a wild force within me. A surge of hope filled my heart. This book might be the key to mastering my gifts, to unlocking the secrets of my magic and understanding my past.

A book came out along with his hand, both fully intact. “The Courage to Trust,” by Dr. Franklin Reed. He had to be joking. There were hidden cameras here somewhere, I just knew it. No fucking way was the god of wolves cracking open a self-help book from the mortal realm. Sure enough, he fanned through the book eagerly, skipping over several chapters in the process. The tip of his tongue appeared from between his plump lips. He found the page he’d been looking for and quickly skimmed it. With a satisfied hum, he chucked the book behind his shoulder where it was swallowed up by that strange, shimmering magic.

Despite the red tower's prejudice against commoners, this was a legitimate mage, and it wasn't a lie that it was a perfect area for mage education. "It's a shame," I grumbled and rushed in front of him. I immediately gripped his face and closed his eyes. "Gluttony." "Ssshhh!" The magician didn't even scream in the face of horrific anguish, I was shocked. I was consuming his abilities while internally dismantling his body with gluttony. He was, nevertheless, as quiet as still water throughout that brief process. [You have killed Level 145 Mage Erwin Madcliff.] "This smells like much more problems."

“That is why we are here, to get information about the raven magic. We must first know what your powers are before we can think about what your task is…” She ate quietly for a while, “Don’t you need any help Pa and by the way you need to eat breakfast…” “I can manage Cleopatra”, he answered, “Give me some time…” “Father, I insist you should eat first…” After a moment of hesitation Edgar joined her at the table and ate his meal. “Why don’t we use magic to find the book?”, she asked. “These books about old magic are not ordinary books, they have been made and sealed with magic, to protect it from those who seek to do evil. Our powers are useless against it”, he explained.