White Magic Spell Book Novels & Stories

"Start all over again till you get it right," Hazel said and turned away. Her hand glided across the big wooden shelf in front of her till it stopped on a book that piqued her interest. she took it out, and a smile formed on her face. "I found it, you can stop." She brought out the book and placed it on the table in front of her. "This looks nothing like the book." Gemma, a dark witch who stayed with coraline, said. Her eyes scan the normal looking book. "How long have you been using forbidden magic?" Hazel asked as she opened the book, the smile on her face widening. "Many years now. why do you ask?" . " I can sense it coming from the book," Hazel answered... The book was blank, and this on

“I heard of this book as a kid. It's called the book of forbidden spells. Only to be used when one is in dire danger and needs urgent saving.” She stopped at a page and placed it before me. “That is it. Can you even read it?” The page before me seemed like gibberish, rubbish that I could read. When I shook my head at Magma, she sighed and then leaned forward. “Oops, you have to take that off. I forgot. There is no way you can do magic with it on you. That means you'll dispel energy and your scent. Are you willing to risk being found?* I didn't even need to think about it. That was exactly what I wanted.

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.

Too hungry. Killian’s knees still pressed to the cold stone, but the talisman’s burn had faded to nothing. The invisible walls around his magic were gone. His shadows surged at once — a living tide inside him, ready to pour out and choke every light in the room. But that same power… bent toward the First’s pull. Like it recognized the voice. From above, the thudding of boots drew closer — the guild forcing their way down. Harlow’s voice carried, raw and sharp:

Elizabeth said. When Elizabeth entered June’s room, she was ready with the book of shadows. This was a secret book that the three girls kept for writing down spells as they came across them. Most of the spell in the book had been copied from Northstar’s spell book and of course, he was unaware of this. “This spell is quite vague and not tested,” June said. “Remember we didn’t find any log-entry for this spell. Records say that no one has used this spell before so there’s no way we can tell it works.”

A thick, weathered book lay open before her, its yellowed pages vibrating slightly. She spoke in a low, melodic voice: “Estra me seish kruel. Estes ses seish kruel. Hillma re kuvena celin. Oshrma celin.” The candles flickered wildly, and the air in the room grew colder. ‘That’s black magic!’ Naila’s voice rang sharply in my mind. I stiffened. ‘How do you know that?’ ‘It’s written on the book’s spine. That’s a forbidden spellbook.’

Noticing what she was looking, her dad smiled. "That is the symbol for alchemy in magick. This book is called Bnane's Book of Potions." Her dad said as he kept patting it as if the book was a little child or a favorite pet. "And only people with magick can open this book. All the special books can only be opened by the magick in our blood. Other normal books, about magick, about wiccan culture and symbols, now anyone can open it."

“Yes, the Book of Shadows. It was an ancient tome, passed down through generations of Wiccans, containing spells, incantations, and rituals that were not meant for mortal hands. Your mother knew the dangers of the book, but Blackwell… he was blinded by his thirst for power.” She pauses, her gaze distant as she relives the memories. “He stole the book from your mother, using trickery and deceit. He began practicing dark magic, performing forbidden rituals that even the most powerful Wiccans dared not attempt. And then, one day… he cast a spell that went terribly wrong.” Demika leans forward, her eyes wide with anticipation. “What happened?”

He opened the door and in the room were books. Kallum stepped into the room and crouched when he picked up one of the books from the ground. Suddenly a spark rolled in between his fingers, he proceeded to flip through the pages of the book and when he stopped at one of the pages. Recognition came to him. This book contained a spell she had to consult for her to perform. A binding spell. “Erebus,’ Kallum said softly. The Darkforce pried deeper into what the book was about, and it showed him that the witch In this house, may not have just crossed paths with Erebus.

I call Ri'elle for advice. "Hey Ri... It's me. Listen... We are trying to work a protection spell over a few safe houses, I have a spell from this book 'White magic for times of war' It seemed pretty straight forward, but now..." I jump straight into the issue, knowing that neither of us has time to waste at the moment. Ri'elle sighs "Okay, what is the book telling you to offer up as a trade?"