The Magician's Apprentice Book Novels & Stories

My hands trembled as I unfolded it. I needed to understand what had shaken him so completely. The handwriting was spidery and slanted…clearly rushed, or maybe just nervous. It read: "If you're reading this, then I succeeded in slipping through your wards unnoticed. I mean no harm. My name doesn't matter, but what I know does. A witch's apprentice can sense a lot of things without even sight. I've seen what magic does. I’ve seen what it cost. The curse that clings to your soul was never meant to be broken…not by you, at least. But you already know that.

He had placed his wards around the area to conceal and protect them from any corrupted beasts or vines. The apprentice, who was named Kane, immediately hasted to set up the small table beside the fire. Magus Jade came to sit first, then followed by the three of them. Kane served four cups on the table, along with wheat bread, honeyed pastries, fruits, and some cheese.

I remembered that when the boys came back with that book, one of the things written in one of the books was that for a black magician to possess a person he needed to be stronger than that person, and for the person to resist, they had to be stronger than that black magic. So I was going to give him some of my powers. Tristan had taught me how to do it. You see, not all magic is bad but all magicians are bad so it was not easy to tell who was good or not, so Lucien, who was tired of trying to know who was who kindly went and banned the whole magical spells and magician. Other kingdoms too did the same but my sneaky husband made sure he learned the ones he needed and kept a few. I closed my e

I asked, as my magic began to dissipate slowly. “You know, running around doing what you would have normally had me do,” He replied with a shrug. I smiled and made to walk past him when my foot struck against a book. I stopped and looked at it. Realizing the empathy pages were once filled with magical words and writings. Still, those writings disappeared two months ago after I fell into a deep slumber. Martins had his gaze too on the book. I had encountered so many struggles and setbacks, so many witches and humans alike in the course of studying the magical text for harnessing its magic.

Brenna “Could you write down the spells for me?” “I already have.” Magenta waved her arm, and a thick book floated across the room and set itself on the table before us. “This is your grimoire. In it, you’ll find all the spells you will need. You can also add to it as you find different spells that you like. That way, it will become yours.” “Thank you.” I ran my fingertips over the leather binding and raised gold letters when I noticed something. “Magenta, this has my name on it.”

Blanche said, “I'm ready to meet up with any task,” Magician said, “The deal Is sealed, but not today, I need to go,” Blanche said, and she disappeared, not Into the water, and not Into the forest, the Magician didn't know how she disappeared, The magician was surprised, and at the same time he was ashamed of himself, he doesn't know how to face his fellow outcast, he remained sitted alone besides the sea for hours thinking that Blanche will come back,

Her days on this earth are numbered. I angrily collected the book from Zina, flipping it. There were a lot of spells here, and I wondered how we were going to master them because we just have one brain. I was still flipping when my eyes caught the shadow spell, dark magic written clearly on the side. I rolled my eyes because I wasn't understanding anything, closing the book. I looked up to Master Colt, listening to his order about the mind link spell. Everything was boring to me. I really wanted to settle down and think about my payback plan.

Headmaster instructed. Without any complaint, Earth followed the instructions and once it was done he looked at the headmaster and waited for the next step. “Do you see the hole in the middle of this door? Insert your hand while holding your pouch” the headmaster continues. Just like before, Earth followed obediently. After he inserted his hand inside the hole, the pouch magically disappeared in his hand as he no longer felt the soft fabric. Instead, he felt something wrapped in his wrist. He tried to pull out his hand but to no avail. The next thing that happened was that he felt a pull and came needles puncturing his arms. It felt like dozens of ants biting him. He felt uncomfortable as he

I nodded, squaring my shoulders. The magic came as called, doing more to wake me up than standing had. It filled me with energy, like caffeine would, only magic created this strange tingle that would spread beneath your skin. I was focused on the first book, a slim leather-bound book the color of blood, when Apollo broke my concentration. “There’s something else I want you to do. Listen to what I’m saying but focus on the task at hand. Got it?”

There was nothing special on the book; it seemed like plain common notebook with worn dark brown leather cover. ‘Yes, I am grimoire of Armadale, once I served the most powerful magician in Wolftopia. However, my last master was killed and I was sealed in this freezing library by one of the mages that once served in this castle.’ The book spoke through Jeremiah’s mind. “Why did you summon me? What do you want from me?”