Witches Spellbook Novels & Stories

In short: vibes immaculate. The spellbook—Amaya’s creepy glowing journal of doom—flipped itself open to the beginner section titled: “Casting Your First Spell (And Not Dying)” Well, reassuring, thanks. The page sparkled like it was mocking me. Written in perfect cursive with annotations like, “Don't scream if it glows—it’s supposed to.” and “If the walls start bleeding, take a break.” You know. Witch basics. I read the first spell aloud, nervously chewing the end of a carrot stick because yes, I now snack on sentient vegetables and we don’t talk about that.

she gasped, looking up at the mother witch, quite overwhelmed. Abigail looked up at her, "of course I know that and relax,” she eased, “we are not doing any spells from it, but we need it as a reference for this other spell to work, " she replied before looking back down at the small book flipping till she reached the middle of the book.

That was all, but I had been wary of the knowing smile he had given me for a split second. "Yes." I muttered, waiting for him to leave before I opened the book. "That would be all." He bowed, leaving the room. The librarian wasn't an old man with a face covered in grey hairs. He was young, older than I was, but younger than the stereotype and definitely weirder. I scanned the book and realised the order of druids contained spells translated to English. These were too useful to be locked away and forgotten inside this dark, cold room. The book listed the spells numbered in ascending order. A few of them had symbols next to them and a how-to-use description attached to it.

el that she had brought with her, one that she had kept concealed, even from Dickson and Theo. She opened it and took out a book with care.It was small, but it was old, its binding bound in black, supple leather, its pages weathered to a golden brown. The cover was adorned with curling, delicate symbols so slender they were nearly invisible until the light hit them just right. It gave off a faint, earthy scent, like old paper and desiccated spices."What is that?" Alex Henry said, her eyes flying wider as she caught the arcane power emanating from the book."This," Sama Arthur replied, holding the book in his arms, "is a spellbook. It used to belong to my mother. It's been passed down through

"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.

“I summoned them. Tell them what you need and they’ll fetch it.” I swallowed hard and reached for my satchel at the foot of the bed. My fingers fumbled as I pulled free one of my mother’s spellbooks, the worn leather cover cool against my clammy hands. My heart raced as I flipped through the pages, skimming past wards, charms, and healing rites until I landed on the spell I needed. “Yes, here.” My voice shook as I read the faded words. “I’ll need wolfsbane, powdered moonstone, river salt, and fresh sage. Quickly!”

Wilma didn't want to be tied to the Witches community without knowing much about them. "For beginner Witches, you can still learn spells because we do have a spellbook for Witches, but only up to middle-magic spells. For high-magic spells everything is stored in the Witches Coven." "I think I'll study before entering the Witches coven. I don't want to embarrass myself because I'm a complete novice as a Witches."

I asked them once they all managed to sit down again. Oro's hands shook as he took a book from the table in front of him and opened it. He coughed and arranged his collar a little bit. A nervous tic. "Emm. My King and Queen" he started "since we realised about the prophecy many years ago. We have actually had several special wolves who dedicated their lives to the cause, investigating any shift in the balance of the realms. And that way would be able to inform us of any change in case the prophecy came near. We do not know if we have an enemy yet, we do not even know if there is an enemy.

I’ll keep looking. I glance at another book. The cover reads Spells and Hexes. I run my fingers along with the words and read out loud. ‘Casting spells or cursing ill-fortune on another comes with the cost of one’s own curse. Only spells that mean well will have no negative effect on the caster. Please proceed with caution.’ ‘What does that mean?’ Pipsqueak asks. I shrug my shoulders and continue to read the book. ’Spells and hexes can be cast through many sources. Witches are the most popular known to cast spells and hexes. Spells cast in a group with their coven are longer lasting and harder to break. Arcane Mages work the same way as witches.

“There’s a spell in an ancient book. I had to dig deep for it.” Melissa was looking for praise, and the mood I was in made me give her that. “Witches these days rely on newer books and spells - simple things like lost lovers and fortune telling. But whoever these witches are, they’re powerful. They must have used a spell from the Grimoire. And there’s only two copies known to exist.” “So you found one?” “I did.” she smirked pridefully, “It will be delivered in two days. The pawnshop owner doesn’t know how valuable it is, so I managed to buy it from him.”