Three Magic Words Ebook Novels & Stories

She bared her teeth at him and Damien trembled in fear. ******************** Helia threw her head back in frustration. She opened the book before her to the last page and read the last sentence aloud: "Warning: Dark magic. For each gain, there's pain." "I have no choice," Helia muttered to herself. She opened up the book to the middle page and on top of the page in a bold font were the words; ‘Make the words reappear’. "This is just what I need in order to know what Nyx had written." Helia smiled. She was ready to bear the consequences that would come with making the spell. The only thing on her mind was to read whatever Nyx had written.

she asked Miriam slowly. “It’s the third time you’re asking,” Amber said, puzzled. “Because when something is spoken thrice, it matters. Words like those are tied to meaning. And magic. Think—your husband, Amber’s prince. They were bound. Taken.” “These are serious accusations,” Miriam said carefully. “And there’s no evidence.” “We aren’t accusing. But if this is true, then those enchanted items must come off.” “How?” Miriam and Amber asked in unison. Cressida leaned back. “Let’s sleep on it.”

“Oh, my Goddess. Bronx, that’s when I ordered Leticia to cut out your eye.” Bronx kisses my hand. “Put it all together Kas. What book?” I close my eyes again and think back. A hazy image of a heavy tome being wrapped in a thick leather bag, a man bowing his head as he accepts the bag from my hands. I recite a spell. It is a combination of protection, glamor, and concealment. He recites it back to me and his face becomes unavailable to my eyes. I watch him take the precious package into a portal, disappearing into thin air.

Cela said. "It's nothing, Ms. Cela. We are all happy to help…" Hyun said but suddenly realized that he had to be careful with his words. Ivy strongly instructed him to refrain from mentioning or implying anything about the third book at least for now. "The account is private. You should send a friend request or a private message to connect. If you want, I can send the request and probe some more," he asked.

The book opened on its own and pages quickly flipped until the desired page was found. Then she passed it over to me. The book was very old, ancient even, but was protected from deterioration by magic. It was not written in English, but I was still able to understand it somehow. I would question that part later on. ‘Energy Cage for Gods and DemiGods’ was the title of it.

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.

The word burned in his mind like a brand. He stalked past the familiar sections—Werewolf Histories, Lunar Cycles, Pack Law—until he reached the dimly lit alcove marked "Supernatural Relations." His claws pricked his palms as he yanked out the first relevant tome: The Bewitched & The Beastly: Supernatural Attractions. The wooden chair protested as he threw himself into it, the lamplight casting jagged shadows across the pages. Dust motes swirled around him as he flipped to the chapter on witches.

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.

"Henry's just guilty. I'm the one he loves. Believe it or not, with just one word from me, he'll leave you and come right back to me!" Without a word, I quietly shut the apartment door behind me.

I look into the blank paper and smile. “There is something written here.” I said taking everyone’s attention. I showed them the paper and point at the very corner where a small 3 words are written in small letters. “Aloharo ora helyonem.” I utter as they all look at it. “Magic is everything.” Lana said as if translating it for me.