Witchcraft Spellbook Novels & Stories

"Spread her legs and make them free. I love them when they fight back. As he pulled his zip down I struggled and pushed him away. I felt fingers and claws around My thigh, I tried struggling more, not wanting my pants to be pulled down. It finally registered to me that it was particularly cold that evening. I Was nothing compared to their strength, and the fact that they were calling their wolves to the surface. My eyes began to change and I saw a twinkling flash before my eyes, I called into my wolf, something I had only done once. "Take her far away and hide her, find a sorcerer, and put a controversy in her mind. We must prevent anyone from seeing her" "I am afraid…. " "Don't be. I'ill me

I picked up another book. The second book I picked, Spells of the Wild: Mystical Incantations for Shape-Shifters," was boldly written on it. Seeing that spell on top of the book piqued my interest. I flipped the first page of the book; it was empty, as was the second page. It was until the last page that I found: do you want to delve into enchantments that blur the lines between human and beast, rituals that harness the magic of transformation, and secrets of the wild waiting to be unlocked? Look for moonlight enchantments. Isn’t this kind of crazy? I had thought I would be able to find something helpful here, and now it was referring to checking for some other book. Where do I find that?

I had no other choice, I had hoped that it wouldn’t come to this. The wolves couldn’t enter the circle and they were hurting themselves trying to get in. I focused all my strength, all my power into one final spell. “Brenna bikkja.” I screamed with everything in me as the blue flames erupted from my hands and enveloped me with such a fury that Sabine started burning both on the inside and the outside. She screamed with such ferocity that the two other witches stepped out of the circle as they tried to get away from the flames.

They are fiercely independent and rarely stay grounded, literally or politically. Mireholt (MY-er-holt) – Swamp witches and blood mages who draw power from decay, rot, and ancestral bones. Their spellcraft is primal and raw, passed down through generations steeped in earth and sacrifice. Foxglove (FOX-gluv) – Masters of venom, temptation, and misdirection. Foxglove witches are spies, poisoners, and political fixers. Their magic is beautiful, seductive, and always has a catch. Thornveil (THORN-vayl) – Defensive spellcrafters and rune-wielders who specialize in hex barriers, sigil locks, and protection circles. When a Thornveil shields you, nothing gets through, unless they want it to.

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.

It looked ancient, its pages wrinkled and brittle. "I think... I think I might have found something that can help," she said, her voice trembling slightly. She opened the book to a seemingly random page and began to read, her finger tracing the invisible lines. "This book... it speaks of a spell. A spell that can induce a temporary state of unconsciousness in shapeshifters. It can also help us detect them hiding amongst the villagers." She paused, her gaze meeting ours. "If we cast this, we can expose any spies that the Blue Moon pack might have planted, and maybe, just maybe, put a stop to their plans."

But this was not what Caitlin wanted: she needed to heal Scarlet, not kill her. As she finished yet another book and slid it aside, with still no mention of healing anywhere, she began to feel a sense of despair. She lifted the final book on the stack, a small, leather-bound volume with a red spine, entitled De Fascino Libri Tres by Leonardo Vairo. Caitlin summoned her knowledge of Latin, and knew that translated to: Three Books of Charms, Spells and Sorceries.

Each with flesh inside however, one piece of flesh is clearly a lot bigger than the others and when Christie looks at me confused I simply tell her that I wanted him to feel extra pain. The elder takes us into his backyard and what he has set out looks a little bit like a seance with an altar in the middle. It’s not what I expected, however I do have a good feeling about what I am trying to do. I pull out the spell book that I have been putting together with a few spells from the archives and a couple of small spells that I have made up myself then I turn to the page that I hope will break their mate bond and although it’s a spell, I have made up. It also has properties of other spells blend

"Fine. But don't think for one second I buy on all this good girl facade. I know who you are and I'm not going to fall for it." Fall for what? Evy has a hard time wrapping her head around what she said. "I still need to teach you so open your book and I want you to read the whole page from chapters 1 - 10 and then we'll begin our lecture. I don't want any complaints. I'll answer questions during my lecture." Santina proceeds to stand up and leave her alone in the room by herself. Evy read the title of the book. 'Theoretical Basis for Spellcasting' written by Herald the Grey.

The hybrid held the book open in her hands, chanting in a language I did not understand. The witch unleashed her attack, but this time it ricocheted off the protective shield and flew back at her, making her gasp. The more Elowen spoke, the more energy gathered around us. Specters began rising from the pages of the book and wrapping themselves around the witch. “DAMN YOU ALL!” she screamed, struggling against the bindings that poured from the book. “Now, Ton.” My beta poured the red liquid into the book, which swallowed it instantly. Waves of power began vibrating from its pages. One after another, they surged through us, seeking what had been promised.