Witchcraft Spellbook Novels & Stories

“Is that not true?” I put my hand protectively on my belly, stepping away from him, not sure if he was stable enough to be around right now. He was furious and pacing back and forth; I felt like a caged animal. “Only those with the blood of the Red Oak Tribe can cast spells in those books,” he said through his teeth. “I kept it here for protection because if it fell into the wrong hands, it could be dangerous. It’s filled with dark magic and curses that could ultimately be our end.

And then Sophie will definitely stay away from me when she finds out that I love her. I don't know what to do anymore. But it all got complicated when Zayne told me that he also loves Sophie and he also knows how I feel for Sophie. So Zayne said he had a plan. He took a book from his secret box. My eyes widened when I saw what that book was. Hell no! That was the black book of my father's! How come it was on his hands?! He told me that he sneaked into his father's room and took the book. That book is an important property of the ancient dark sorcerer who happened to be our ancestor. That book is full of dark spells! And with that, he told me what his plan was. I even cursed him for what he s

Memories of his father must have flooded his mind at the sight of his most precious asset. Nodding at Ragnor, Xee opened the book and flipped through the pale pages. He moved to the second part of the book which contained information about witch's spells. Ragnor helped Xee to sift through hundreds of spells and they stopped at the portion where body-related spells were scribbled. My heart picked a beat as I read the headings such as mind-crippling spell, numbing spell, maddening spell, and so on. A cold shiver ran down my spine as I kept reading.

“We need to go over the plan and be sure everyone is clear with the part there are to play. Rosalie, are you clear on what we need to do for Adelaide’s spell?” My eyes snap up to here in startlement. “Adelaide’s spell?” “Yes.” She sighed, taking hold of the leather volume and riffling through, “It was the reason why I smuggled the book out of the coven.” “Ah here.” She opened out the page about three quarters of the way through, and placed it down on the kitchen counter. Stepping back, she allowed the rest of us to crowd around and look. Ada’s neat handwriting took up every inch of the double fold, little drawings littered around the page, detailing the phase of the moon, and specific herbs

Coop nodded at Sarah, “Go ahead and bring it out.” Sarah stood, handing Arielle the bundle of brightly colored hair. She vanished inside the house, barely visible through the frosted patio door. When she returned, she had an old leatherbound book clutched in her hand. She tossed it to Coop and resumed braiding her girlfriend’s hair. “This,” Coop waved the book, “is a book full of old rituals and spells, ones we’ve never seen before.” I licked my dry lips, silently wishing I had brought a drink. “I wasn’t aware all of you were witches.”

As Sable delved deeper into the book, she discovered a section dedicated to elemental magic—a topic that resonated deeply with her. The pages were filled with intricate diagrams and instructions on harnessing the power of fire, water, earth, and air. Eager to put her newfound knowledge into practice, Sable ventured back to the sacred grove where she had obtained the pendant. With the crystal of eternity pulsating around her neck and the Book of Ancients clasped firmly in her hand, she stood facing a mighty oak tree.

I set my toothbrush down and walked back to the bedroom. My backpack still sat on the floor. I grabbed it and dumped the contents onto the bed. Seven books tumbled out, spines cracked and pages worn. The Bloodline Codex landed on top. I pushed that one aside. I'd read enough of it for now. My fingers traced over the other titles. Advanced Elemental Manipulation. Theoretical Applications of Raw Magic. Ancient Casting Techniques. Magical Theory and Practice. Bloodlines and Power. Then I found it.The Spellweaver's Handbook

The room smelt of sweet scents with various ornaments and objects hanging around the room. This was exactly what she had expected of a witch, unlike the first time she had come. In a weird way, it made her feel more assured that witches were exactly what she thought they were, but it didn't make her any less scared. Without giving her enough time to process all of what was in front of Hazel, Sara walked past the drawings and altar. She stood in a position in between both the altar and circle before she began speaking. "Draven, take off your shirt and face up; lay your back on the centre of the altar." Sara commanded; she held a black book in her hand that seemed to be made out of animal skin

"The Grimoire of Imogene Greenreaver. Only those in my line shall read the words upon these pages. So mote it be." A shiver ran through Saffron as she read her grandmother's words. She turned the pages and found that this was indeed a book of spells, not just one of traditional remedies. Her eyes widened as she flipped through the spells. A tingle ran through her fingers as she read one for casting light in the darkness. Confused she looked at her hands. They seemed to glow slightly. She flexed her fingers experimentally. A spark of light shot from them.

The book looks ancient, in an intriguing way, old leather binds the pages together. “Come look at this.” I call over to Creed. Skimming my fingers along the cover. It’s so beautiful, I start skimming the first few pages seeing simpler spells like, blindness spell, forgetness spell, protection spell, as I keep scanning each page the spells get more and more complicated. “What did you find?” Creed asks when he gets up to me. “My mothers spell book… there are some very complicated spells In this.” I whisper out loud. Creeds pov.