Witch Bookstore Near Me Novels & Stories

Scarlett wasn't often open to people until now. But maybe it was a streak of luck the universe has blessed her with. "Here we are," Maddie turned and parked right at a book shop. "Thanks. I'm gonna need you to send me back to school after." "Sure." The two tone-haired redheads entered the shop, and were met by aisles and shelves of books. "Come on, I know where they are." Maddie gestured her fellow age-mate towards the next aisle. She instantly found the Twilight novels. "New moon...Eclipse...Breaking Dawn...a-ha! Here it is, Midnight Sun!"

The other half was like a normal house with a normal kitchen and everything. Jake's room was on that side. He led me to his room as he went to see his mom. Once he left with Bella at his back, I rushed out of his room and towards the great library. I looked around until I found the book. Weirdly, vampires and witches have books about each other. No! No! Where is it? I couldn't find the restoring spell anywhere. Wait, restore! Yes!! I found it! I tore the page and returned the book. I his the paper in my back pocket and ran out of the Great Library. I felt guilty but this was necessary.

"Then no." They worked in easy silence after that. The store was narrow, crammed with secondhand fiction, occult guides, poetry chapbooks, and weirdly specific memoirs no one asked for but somehow still sold. Aria loved it. The smell, the hush, the way time bent in corners when you were surrounded by too many lives stacked on dusty shelves. A box waited behind the counter. Niko tapped it. "From some estate guy. Might be haunted." "Everything in here might be haunted."

I said as I arranged my dress before walking down the alley of the second row, exploring the shelves, flipping through the contents of each book in search of the one that intrigues me the most. I walked down theee rows and hadn't found anything that excited me I got closer to the book section that talked about witches and curses, I knew that a lot of books there woukd intrigue me and it happened just as I said. While everyone hated and cursed on witches I found interesting and intriguing. I picked three books from the witches section, I would be staying here for a while as the urge of picking books from each section increased. The next three rows were something boring, then I got a row.

I pointed out. “Well kind of. I think she has been hiding in plain sight. Austin said that when he was travelling through here that he felt an immense surge of magic when he was in Portland.” She told us. “Wait, there is that weird ass bookstore there. You know that one that looks like a fucking mausoleum. The owner is a woman, and it sells the weirdest books and other shit.” Peadar pointed out.

His body’s gone too. For a moment, I stand still against the wall, half-expecting him to come back. Yet when I look behind me, I’m alone in the hallway. Son of a bitch. It’s morning, and I’m cutting the start of class to sneak to the bookstore. I have Debbie’s list of the popular BDSM series, but I don’t have to go far to find it. There’s a full display for it decorating an endcap. Debbie recommends the entire series, but I figure I better start with just the first. After consulting the list, I pluck the first one from the top of the shelf.

I was calling the pack house home now, I guessed. “Before we head back, do you think that we’d be able to stop in bloodmoon?” I asked, spotting a witch’s shop that had poisons and potions in the window. “If you’re fighting my father, I need to stock up on supplies to help you guys out.” They glanced at each other, and then Asher clenched his jaw and nodded. “Be quick.” Not having to be told twice, I hurried across the street and toward Witch’s Brew, which looked to be a magic shop with golden-accented windows. I glanced into the door window, then walked into the black-mystical atmosphere.

" Never mind. As soon as we got to the north bridge, I entered the store first, followed by Max and Landen. The place was small and quaint and dimly lit. There were various trinkets and weapons displayed on dusty wooden shelves, some glistening faintly under the weak light bulbs dangling from the ceiling. The entire place smelled of dust and faint rust. There were even some spices on the shelves. I already knew what it was. It was probably a place where people came for magical items, herbs, and spices. It was a witch's and sorcerer's store. A little girl emerged from the back room, her eyes wide. She couldn't be more than fourteen years of age.

“There’s a bookstore that stays open late.” Emma turned toward him. “Now?” James shrugged. “Just briefly. I want to walk.” Emma nodded. “All right.” They parked along a quieter stretch of road. James lifted Ethan carefully, letting the small head rest against his shoulder. Inside the bookstore, the scent of paper and old wood greeted them. Soft white lights made the shelves feel like corridors of time. Emma wandered toward the section of notebooks and journals, her fingers brushing spines until she paused at one with a simple cover.

I mumbled with a full mouth. "There's extra in there. Let's keep moving." We turned the corner into another street lined with low brick buildings. One had a dusty window and a sun-faded sign that read Dog-Eared Pages. "This place is a little gem," Robbie said. "If you ever want to read up on modern stuff written for wolves from the old packs—this is where to do it. They even have books on magic you won't find in human shops." That piqued my interest immediately, but—