The Book Eating Magician Novels & Stories

From what I knew, magicians no longer gathered in family-based clans as they used to; instead, they were often scattered individuals or small, unrelated groups. Of course, I didn't forget about Maria in the serene paradise. I frequently visited her, shamelessly enjoying her company and her peculiar cuisine, like the bug delicacies. Whenever I got tired of the food, I would drag Harry along to share in both the pleasures and the hardships. Maria didn’t agree to let me support her in her old age because we persuaded her; she agreed because we made her laugh so much that she couldn’t say no.

The book appeared to throb with a dim, spooky light. "This has to be the place," Kyra exclaimed, her voice full of wonder. The origin of the magician's power. Eldon walked up to the stand, his gaze locked on the book. He cautioned to be cautious. "Possible traps might exist." Kyra breathed deeply and moved nearer. While trying to grab the book, a strong gust of wind blew through the room, putting out their torches and leaving them in the dark. She listened to the gasps of the others, hearing alarm in their voices.

I just saw him did this kind of thing, maybe Siva is the only one who can make him do it. A few moments more, her some kind of ritual ended. The book landed on Zachary's table in her command. And then it opens by itself. The moment we saw what is written on it, we understand what the book was pointing at. "Black Magic of the Sorcerers. Wow, you mean what is written on it is full of magic?" Hunter asked.

“How do you know my name?” Elaine reached into her bag slowly and pulled out the Magicae book. Naomi’s eyes seemed to dance to the flicker of gold from the lettering. “This..” Elaine began, “Is the Magicae Book, it lead us to you. You see, I have magic.” The brunette’s eyes snapped up to Elaine’s face, as if she had instantly become a treasure in a world of dirt and embers. “You have magic?” It was soft because, despite her facade, she was still young. Fifteen was a child just verging on the need to grow up. Everything about Naomi screamed defiance, from her dirty clothes and matted hair to her nearness to the terrifying creature.

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He pulled out a large stack of books from his bag, and I winced. "Are those from Maggie?" "Every single one of them." "Sorry." He waved his hand. "I've been taught enough mental magic that it won't be that bad. Besides, I'll have a break from all the medical diagrams." His phone chimed, and he answered. He glanced at me. "I have no idea, so I'm not even going to lie... Okay. That's really not necessary, but I know there's no arguing with you." He hung up and opened a book. "Be prepared to have a significant portion of Blood Moon's menu for the night brought here."

“He came here for the book.” I opened my eyes. “The book?” she narrowed her gaze at the words. “What book are you talking about?” “Reggie died last night because he practiced magic.” I said, with a shrug of my shoulder. “Actually, last night ought to have been the ascension ritual, but Reggie found a way to delay the red moon for a week. So Eric wants me to give him the book because he believes that the spell to undo what Reggie did is in that book.” “And where is the book?” she asked, in a curious tone. “Do you have any idea where it is?”

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

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.