White Magic Spell Book Novels & Stories

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.

Noe, release it with Marakata stretching at Harper" I instructed. She followed and released it into her. The power engulfed Harper, taking her above her feet and dissolving into her. Her eyes were showing emanating green fire and she came down and her eyes turned back to normal. "Destroy the knife and send the demon back to hell" I said, saying a spell and she followed by stretching her hand at it and releasing light into it. The dark power started coming out from it and then the knife exploded with the table. "Wow.. Mara is very powerful" Harper said in awe. "You both are.. I am getting a new dining table, '' I replied. I made a spell and a magic book that belonged to my mother appeared in

“I thought it might be a good place to write the spells and everything down? You can use a spell to hide them so that only those you allow to see it can see the spells.” Willow takes the book curiously. It already looks old but in more of a cool, antique way than a dusty attic way. Maybe this will help? Since that day she unlocked everything her mind has been overwhelmed with the amount of information she’s been told: spells, magic, potions, and everything else at that. Maybe writing them down will free her mind slightly?

There was a tall white candle and two polished obsidian stones. "So what kind of magic is this?" Cassius asked observing over my shoulder. "It is called scrying," she said matter-of-factly. Selene stepped between Ares and Magnus to light a piece of kindle in the fireplace. She then walked her flame to the candle and lit the wick before shaking the tinder out. "What does it do?" Kole asked curiously. Every one of us was fascinated by the witch's current actions. "If I do it right, then I should be able to see where Damion is located," she said as she settled herself in my chair directly in front of the candle flame.

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.

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.