Wizards: Tales Of Arcadia Book Novels & Stories

He turned around and didn’t see her anywhere. Slowly, he got up from the bed and made his way to the bathroom, that was when he caught the sight of a glowing purple book at the side of the vanity desk. Frowning, Archer walked to it and turned its pages. It was witchery, something about the merger. ‘What would Clarissa be doing with this? She wasn’t a witch,’ he thought in shock. At that moment, the door handle creaked inwards, and Archer stared at it in shock.

Wanting to be enlightened as to how she’d remove the burnt-out scar Dark put on her cheek. Zoriah touched the bridge of her round glasses, her pointy nose and bushy hair made her look like a witch. She narrowed her eyes at Z and back again to the ancient-looking book that was lying open on her wooden table, together with potions and other books that were placed messily in there. “Alas, I cannot doubt the fate with which you’ve been imprisoned, Princess. You’ve been sealed.” She let out an air of exasperation, looking up with her hands raised as well. Shaking it malevolently, she issued a puff of smoke in the small room.

If it wasn’t for my eyes, I wouldn’t see the magic enveloping it. When I opened it, I was mesmerized by the figures. It talked about The Arcana or more like The Crown of the Arcana, which was its title. There was an introduction in the beginning of the main characters in it. I thought it was a story but I was wrong. The book was about divination or what I got from it. There were twenty two cards of the major arcana, fourteen wands, fourteen cups and fourteen swords.

“My mother would tell me all about what happened to little witches that tried to cast big spells out of their skillset…never ends well.” “On that note, I’d like you to have this.” Cordelia shook her head at Rowena for trying to scare me off, but little did they know there wasn’t anything anyone could do to knock me off this path. If magic meant protecting my friends, family, and pack—then sign me up, risks included. “Take this book home with you, study the sigils and their meaning’s. It’s a beginners guide so you shouldn’t be able to drain yourself into a coma if you try one out.” The cover was bound in plum colored velvet, which was soft as it brushed against my fingertips. This time I did

All he lacked was a red suit and a few reindeer. “Santa is a myth,” the wizard chuckled. “As you can see, I’m quite real.” “I forgot you read minds too,” Tara said with mild irritation. She’d followed Maggie’s instructions on blocking her thoughts and was disappointed it wasn’t working. Joshua spoke the truth when he said the wizard was good at it. “That I do, my dear girl. You have the power to block me if it bothers you,” he said matter-of-factly before turning his attention to Joshua. “Who might you be, young man?”

I coughed slightly, pressing a hand against my chest before taking another drink,and another. My vision started to blur, but I didn’t stop. How could he do this to me? Even after everything… after staying with him, trusting him… I dropped into the chair again, my body slumping as the alcohol settled in, heat rushing through me. My head tilted back, my breathing uneven as I stared at the ceiling. The door creaked open, I blinked slowly, my gaze shifting as a shadow stepped inside. “Are you okay, Kiara?” his voice came, low and concerned.

But the wind only laughs at me. ~~~ Kaia and I sit tucked in a corner of Warrenvale’s underground library, surrounded by spellbooks, old maps, and crumbling scrolls that smell like mildew and magic. It's the kind of quiet that feels sacred, like even your thoughts shouldn't be too loud. I’m tracing a sigil on the spine of a dusty book when Kaia gasps, slapping a heavy leatherbound tome down in front of me. "Read this. Now." The page she’s opened to has a title scrawled in ink that glimmers with remnants of ancient wards:

The minute the word came of her condition I was going, it would take more than this world could offer to stop me from going to her. That fucking dragon annoys the hell out of me, but I need to admit he does seem to care for Emerald; and good job too. I had been going through their restricted library for about an hour when I found a book, a book that was dripping in power. The same power that dagger held. My hand hovers over the old worn leather binder, allowing my magic to feel the book out before I touch it.

Trisha heard Mrs Perry complain as she glided through shelves teemed with ages-old books before she could be pulled into hours-long conversation with the old lady. She picked up a book from a dilapidated shelf, blew off the dust that had found solace on it's leather covering over the years, and squinted— because of the poor illumination, to see the books name. ‘Wizards Can Do More’ by one of the greatest wizards ever, LP Travis. It was a book she wanted but not one she needed. Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf.

“Nirvana, you’re here.” I turned around and saw Dylan. “Hey. How long you’ve been here.” We hugged each other. “Yesterday. Congrats, by the way. I’m happy for both of you.” “Thanks. So what are you doing here?” “Apparently, Zarah forgot to mention the Alpha King had vast collections of books, and I read some of her Grimoire and other Wiccan books.” “What’s Grimoire? Wiccan?” “Book of spells, Book of magic. Wiccans are people who believe in supernatural magic,” Aira answered. She looked like a girl you just wanted to sit with on the couch, had some margaritas, and talked all day.