White Magic Spell Book Novels & Stories

Ethan's freedom, the truth about Victoria's murder, justice for all the wrongs that had been committed, these things were worth any price. Even if that price was my own safety. Even if that price was my sanity. I pushed the bookshelf door open and stepped into the hidden library. The sourceless light welcomed me, soft and steady, illuminating the thousands of books that lined the walls. I moved to the desk where my mother's books were arranged and pulled out the book of blood magic that contained the spell I needed. My hands trembled as I laid the cloth on the desk and opened the book to the marked page. I had studied this spell for hours, memorizing every word, every gesture, every warning.

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.

Even after half an hour, he couldn't fall asleep so he retrieved the Forbidden Book Of Ancient Spells of The World and started turning pages, digging about the spell. The Ancient Concealment and Deception Spell of Divine Beasts was an old magic practice which could only be performed by the most eligible warlocks of the world. To be able to perform one, the warlock or witch performing it must come from a special lineage called the Mixed Bloods, a hybrid race of shifters who came from many different origins. Malachi frowned at the explanation of the race but continued turning pages until the sun came out the next day. Only then did he drop the book, an hour later after the first light of day.

All kinds of strange and mysterious knowledge filled his mind, including information about medicine, martial arts, cultivation, divination, geomancy, and more. He even found a book called "Compendium of Madiora Charms and Spells". It was a guide to using all of the Madiora enchantments, such as the Misfortune Hex, the Divine Speed Incantation, the Exorcism Talisman, and even the All-Seeing Eye… There were a total of 108 different enchantments! "What on earth is going on?" Cassian exclaimed in complete bewilderment. Just then, the sound of his phone ringing snapped him back to reality. He pulled his phone out and saw the name of the caller, Vera Frost.

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?!

She pushed that down deep, sipping from stored bags in the fridge. Rain hammered the windows that Tuesday night. Lydia sat at her desk, sorting through a box of new books. One caught her eye: Spirits of the Wild: Bindings and Releases. The cover was cracked leather, smelling like dirt and old forests. She flipped it open, her fingers brushing over faded words in some ancient tongue. "Just a peek," she told herself. Curiosity burned in her chest. She read the spell aloud, soft and quick, like testing a locked door. The air changed. It got heavy, like before a storm. Candles on the shelves flickered wild, shadows dancing on the walls. A rumble started low, from the book itself. Lydia's hands s

All manner of weird items such as wands, amulets, funny little dolls, jars of unidentifiable items and even skulls of very weird animals which Tara couldn't tell if they were real or not. The whole place was freaking her out and rain or not she decided to leave. But as she passed the last shelf before the door a book caught her eye. It big gold letters on the plain black leather cover was the title 'Sex Rituals in Black Magick'. She giggled quietly maybe it was just a strange porn shop after all. Still her curiosity had been awakened so she picked the book up.

From that day forward, until she turned eighteen, she learned all sorts of strange things from Qontessah, which she later realized were some kind of sorcery or witchcraft. She learned to be benevolent by using white magic and cruel by using black magic from her. Qontessah was a master of all trades. She learned to heal and kill, but most importantly, she learned to manipulate the environment to her advantage.

she replied eyes locking Ena in, “and what is the harm in trying? If for the first time my magic leads me wrong, then we can look for other reasons but we won't know and eliminate this option if we don't try.” Ena thought it over for a second, her gaze lined in hers before breathing out, nodding, “let’s eliminate those chances,” she finally caved in moving closer to the mother witch with a sigh. Abigail smiled, taking out another book from her bag. She brushed the dust of it holding it out into the candlelight, "In this book contains a revealing spell, the oldest of its kind,” she announced, flipping the book open, her eyes trailing over the pages until she found it, finally showing Ena the

"No it's not. I heard from Joshua the other day, and he heard from his father that they have a book about these things. A wolf would be born of pure white hair, hair that reflects the coldness of her heart. She would rule over the world with Hades one day. There were so many other things but that was all I heard" he said to me wistfully. "Is that all you heard? Really?" I was suddenly interested. Hades and a queen with white hair? That sounded familiar. "Yup. You should ask him if you are interested. The stories he told me were so good I asked for the book.