Witchcraft Spellbook Novels & Stories

"You keep telling yourself that, nerd." "Don't call me that" He leaned over and mock-whispered, “I’m scared now." A server came by and we ordered our coffee, black for him, vanilla oat latte for me. Once they walked away, Christian leaned forward, elbows on the table, that ever-present smirk on his face. "So what is this book, anyway? Witchcraft for Beginners? How to Hex Your Ex?" I scoffed. "No, it's a comparative analysis on supernatural war tactics over the last two centuries. It goes into detail on Flare magic, territorial blood pacts, and..."

“It's not a mistake. She chose you because she believed you could do it” “That is bullshit! I don't care what she thinks, I'm not interested” They seemed they would not take no for an answer. Freya stretch out her hands and a book appeared. “Take it” Cautiously, I asked. “What is this?” “It's a book of spells passed down through generations of high priestesses” It was a large book with a dark, worn out leather cover. On it was boldly written: BOOK OF SPELLS. “I said I don't want……”

"Show me how." The urgency of the matter pressed upon me like a physical weight. I pulled out a dusty, leather-bound grimoire from my satchel, the pages filled with archaic runes and spells passed through the generations. My fingers fluttered through the pages until I found what I was looking for. "This spell is designed to bind one's mental pathways, making them invisible to those who would seek to trespass," I said, my voice taking on a teacher-like tone. We spent the next hour, under that blanket of stars, reciting incantations and forming protective circles around Crystal, drawing upon the latent power of the forest and the steadfast shine of the moon.

The creature we intended to create, the weapon strong enough to rule both packs and covens, would remain a dream. I couldn’t let that happen. I turned toward the far wall and knelt beside the hearth. My fingers found the loose stone easily, and I pried it free. Behind it, hidden in a hollow space, lay a leather-bound book wrapped in crimson silk. The Grimoire of Thalora: my mother’s legacy. Every forbidden spell she had collected, every curse she had perfected, every binding stronger than blood. I unwrapped it carefully and set it on the table. The cover was cold to the touch, almost pulsing beneath my fingertips, as if the book itself was alive. I flipped through the brittle pages until I f

something that she wasn’t paying attention to. Quick as a flash Levy got off the bed and started looking through the books that she brought, her eyes skimming through the title of each chapter. “ Soul resurrection, how to make Sorcerer's stone, summoning of the great wizard, making of the wand, law of Hamartia…” she read the title of each chapter before reaching the end of the book. And just like the notebooks’ there wasn’t even the slightest hint of the spell called soul fetching, how was this possible? The book had an entire thirty-page chapter on soul resurrection but not soul fetching.

Bastiana went to them and begun to cause them migraines and drain their magic. Lucindo chanted some incantations and Hilda was flung aggressively to the grave. She stood up and tried to attack the warlock but she was glued to the spot. It was a freaking boundary spell and of course, she was inside the circle drawn with white powder and other ingredients. At this point, I knew I had to re-strategize. If with all immense strength thrown the warlock's way and he was able to overcome easily and still overpower everyone then other tactics must be applied.

Wilma would ask the adventurer's guild for advice on where to buy a wand for her. "Welcome." the same receptionist who helped her register spoke to her as she walked in to the reception desk. “Hi, can you help me? I wish I could buy spell books for Witches.” "Of course, I can. However, since you're still a level E beginner, you can only buy basic spell books.” "Oh, no problem. I do have to learn from basic spells, because I've never studied as Witches before. How much does the book cost?" "The price of a basic spell book for Witches is the same as for Mage. It costs 1 silver coin. The price is expensive because to be able to save spells into books, the book materials must use special materia

“Yes alpha. my father acquired a lot of this books when the old storages were burnt down 32 years ago. the book that I looked into spoke about the story of the hubs and pills that were invented by evil sorcerers that helped hernias and control the energy of werewolves channelling it and turning it into witchcraft. for this however to happen they had to a pact made between the wolf and the giver of the spell.’’ “The spell?’’ I ask “According to the Book the spell does not have to be described as an exchange of incantations between the spirit world and those that harness its magic, the Sorcerer's also consider it as a spell when a being that should not have nest magic demands of it. The exchan

Corvu is completely bewildered and rubs his ear. “I thought you couldn’t use the amulet for magic.” He blinks, but I just laugh. “It’s not real magic.” I begin, “It’s just a trick, perfected through the art of diversion and confusion.” He grabs my hand with the pebble in it and turns it over. “How’d you do it?”

Belle sat up in bed, using the buttons on the side to adjust the positioning as the nurse had shown her. The book, white with a pentacle on the cover, described the basics of witchcraft in terms even a layman could understand. Her older sister had been kind enough to drop it off, along with a change of clothing and a box of Thornton's continental—her favourite chocolates. According to this book, the spell Damien cast on her would be returned to him threefold.