Witches Potions And Spells Book 소설 & 이야기

I did a quick scan and found that some of the pages were crumpled and torn. This would be the perfect time to see what was inside the book since Mother was away. She was in her usual routine, fishing. I scanned every page and looked for the words ‘love’ and ‘potion’. I was lucky that my mother taught me how to read and write. She told me that it’s the only gift that she could give me that I could use for the rest of my life. Spells, enchantments, curses, taboos. It took me minutes before I arrived to the first page of the ‘Potion Section’.

Make them believe that she was more? Annemarie held out a worn leather-bound book that had a surface etched with swirling symbols that seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly glow. An aura of power emanated from it that gave her the heebie jeebies. "This," Annemarie continued, "contains all the spells you need to familiarize yourself with. With this book, River, you can be anything you want to be."

"There’s something else you should know. We recently lost a very important book." "A book?" I echoed, raising an eyebrow, why will I care about a book? "Yes," she confirmed. "It contains powerful spells, including ones that can control people’s minds through words. It’s like a form of psychological hex, it's very important just letting the word out so when your warriors help if they find it in the rogues camp it should be returned." "Can anyone aside the witches use this book?" I questioned my brow knitting together in thought. "Yes Alpha even a human can use it, it is a very powerful spell book, in the wrong hands, it could cause a lot of harm."

Just because I had nothing against werewolves didn’t mean their kind like my kind. I rolled my eyes and continued packing. I wasn’t sure how long I would be gone, or if I was even coming back, so all my valuables were going with me. These valuables were what made a witch a witch, a spell book, I sighed realizing that was really my only thing of value. My spell book had been passed down for generations, each time it passed hands it took on a different appearance. Mine was old, with a moon and stars carved into the leather bound cover yet a heinous three marks were dug into the cover ruining it. Ropes bounded the pages together and the pages were old, yet firm and sturdy as if they weren’t as

The ink glowed faintly under the lantern light. Kylan whistled softly beside me. “Looks like someone really didn’t want these found.” I flipped through another book. More on white witches. Sealing spells. Protective wards. My pulse quickened. “Send for Gaius,” I said, voice low but urgent. “Now.”

She would however change the topic whenever I probed. 'Scarlett. ' She warned when I stretched my arm to pick it up. ‘ If I am a warlock like you claim then I need to know. ' No matter how hard I tried to turn around and face Astra, my eyes remained glued on the book. It was as if it's presence was compelling me to open it and go through every page. A wooded box sat beside it, catching my attention all of a sudden. I closed my eyes to shove down the itch, to regain control over my emotions. ' Yes Scarlett, it is a book of spells, written by different warlocks over the years. '

I cannot read the words, they are quite confusing ," I replied. She sighs and beckons me to sit on the bed next to her. "Say after me , Gardenia sorcery spell book of magic . "Gardenia sorcery spell book of magic," I repeated and the book glowed brightly. Another page opened and it wrote welcome . "You can flip through the pages yourself now , she said . I was scared at first but decided to do it anyway ,so I opened another page . "simple spells I read and flip through . "Urm miss book , aren't I supposed to have a wand or something,I asked and heard her sigh .

My home was the closest to the ocean, the farthest point away from the temple,all wisely planned by my grandpa so I would have a hard time lurking around during sessions that plan is not working out well. I reached in and carefully pulled out an old book, a very very old book. The pages were turning a musky brown colour and the ink came off if pressed on. The book cover was dirty and faded but I could still make out the words Dark Arts. The book was originally general knowledge of dark arts, spells, potions and a whole lot but the one I held had been reviewed with hand written guidelines, understanding of spells and how to use the spells to create new ones.

It was an old book like it was from ancient times. The brown paper with dust Samantha blew on it to clean. She started to turn the pages. Alice bent to catch sight of what Samantha was seeing inside the book by tilting her head. Samantha started to chant spells again. Alice felt the room was more lit than before. The moon was giving her more shine. She could feel the heat. "Drink this. I arranged it for you." Samantha gave a potion to Alice. Alice took it with her shaking hand. She looked at the green elixir. She knew witches had a bunch of brews that they made for their work.

“Lots of magic users use scrying to spy or talk to people far away. It’s in lots of fantasy stories. Even Merlin scried in the Arthurian legends. Nostradamus got all his predictions from candlelight and a bowl of water.” “Okay, enough, I believe you. A point to it being a witch’s recipe book. Let’s see what’s in this.” Gemma took the heavy leather strap in a firm grasp and pulled on it. A moment later it gave under her pulling. They looked at the book for a moment in almost stunned silence. “Are you going to open it?” “Oh, yeah.” Gemma carefully opened the book with a dishtowel. The book’s yellowed pages made crinkling noises, the ink gray rather than black. “It’s old, that’s for sure. But w