Novel & Cerita White Magic Spell Book

You are special. "These secrets are not meant for ordinary eyes, but for magical eyes," he exclaimed, a spark of realization igniting within him. "I've been approaching this all wrong!" With newfound hope, he opened the book to a random page, his gaze transfixed on its ancient words. Taking a deep breath, he uttered an incantation. "Vinjhus exharitus." Instantly, his eyeballs turned pure white, and a brilliant light radiated from the book, directly illuminating his face.

AHMET headed there to examine, he opened his backpack and took out one of the three books he founded in the library. -The three books were : - the white book : is a book that explain all the types of cercle magics( seal magic cercles ,teleportation magic cercles and traps magic cercles) - the yellow book : is a book that explain the electricity magic(the highest form of magic the thunder) - the black book : is a book that explain the shadow magic and the difference between dark and shadow magic. AHMET reads the first book, he stayed there for 5 days until he finished the book, and he founded a way to remove the seal, after opened the door he founded a bracelet and black stone he approached i

"The price of a basic spell book for Witches is the same as for Mage. It costs 1 silver coin. The price is expensive because to be able to save spells into books, the book materials must use special materials." "No problem, I can pay for it." Wilma immediately paid the money needed to buy the spell book. "Alright then, please wait a moment." The receptionist went straight into the office through the closed door inside the reception counter. Soon the receptionist came out carrying a few thick books covered in brown leather with soft fur. Wilma could feel the mana radiating from the book even though it wasn't big and threatening. Wilma was curious about the materials used to make the spell boo

Circe continued, "intention is everything. The strength of your magic depends on your willpower and the clarity of your intentions. Half-hearted efforts yield weak results. You must be focused and determined." Circe reached for an old, leather-bound book on the table. It looked ancient, with its cover worn and pages yellowed with age. She opened it carefully, revealing intricate drawings and handwritten spells. "This is the Grimoire, a book of spells and knowledge passed down through generations of witches. Today, we will start with something simple but essential: creating a protection charm." Circe stood up and began gathering ingredients from various shelves. She brought over a small pouch

And when he saw what was inside, without hesitation, he left the treatise to himself, otherwise he probably would not have been able to obtain permission to study it. “Tome” (despite the small format, I wanted to call the book that way) bore a title in an approximate translation that sounded: “The beginnings of mind magic in all its diversity. Features of the impact on people, true werewolves and werewolves initiated, running with wolves, demons and ghosts. The full list of objects for the application of spells always plunged Lorenzo into shock. What was the difference between true and initiated werewolves remained a mystery, the possibility of mental influence on demons and ghosts seemed to

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

Bill stood up, bowed like a refined gentleman, and departed. I sprawled out on the floor, striking an inviting pose for a moment until he was gone, then sat up to focus on the ancient book. I had memorized how to read the Runes exactly as Bill had shown me. I had mastered the alphabet and practiced enough to understand its contents clearly. It spoke of the origins of witchcraft, as well as spells for attack, defense, and healing. On page 128, there was a spell to turn blood into an explosive that could be triggered at any moment.

Maybe some spell I can use. I keep flipping through the pages filled with my mother’s elegant handwriting until I come across a section on protective magic. The section is towards the back of the book and it has a boldly written title: *Knowledge against physical harm. This requires wolfsbane (purified), silver dust, flower petals of devil’s trumpet, and the spellcaster’s blood…* Spellcaster’s blood? I keep reading through the instructions carefully. It’s complex, but it’s doable. I can gather the ingredients and perform the spell to create protective charms for my father. Doing that will—

Zavier cursed as he realized he couldn't touch the real book. "I probably should've warned you." I said as I swiped my hand one more time changing the contents to the original state. I looked up to Zaviers beyond burnt hand and swiped it better. The fake book changed from a black to a brown color with light writing. It was a book of temporary spells. The second book was the real forbidden spells book and it was black with very old writing and paper that was dingy. You could feel the power radiating off of it. Hidden behind a false image It didn't seem as powerful as in it's true form

Hazel scoffed “You have no idea Don't you...I'm not sure you saw that in his memories, but Liam always knew that is still had dark magic in me” Joan became confused. What did she mean? “The rule of the white witches was simply, in the past you would be executed for using fake magic, but he saved me. He found a way to help Me keep it hidden. For all these years no one suspected a thing. My appearance was like that of a white witch even though I'm far more powerful than they could ever be” Joan looked completely confused what did she mean? “What do you mean” Hazel's smile grew. She walked to the table in the room and picked up the open book. “He gave me this book. That contained many secrets.