Of Shadows! | Wiccan's Wicked Spell Book

Billy stood up, his cape billowing despite the lack of wind. He tucked the Book of Shadows under his arm. The spell had worked, but as always with magic, it had left him with a warning: The shadow you cast is only as dark as the light you carry.

"I want to find him," Billy whispered. The ink on the page swirled, rearranging itself from a recipe for protection circles into a map of the Multiverse. "I want to find Tommy."

The spell didn't just show a location; it tore a hole in the fabric of the library. Through the rift, Billy saw a blur of silver—a streak of motion in a dystopian city he didn't recognize. "Tommy," he breathed. WICCAN'S Wicked Spell Book of Shadows!

Suddenly, the shadows in the corner of the room lengthened, detaching themselves from the walls. A voice, slick and cold like a winter wind, echoed from the book’s gutter. “Intent is a heavy price, Little Mage. To find a speedster, you must learn to make time stand still.”

He realized then that the book wasn't just a tool for spells. It was a diary of his destiny, and it had just told him that his brother wasn't just lost—he was being hunted. Billy stood up, his cape billowing despite the lack of wind

Billy’s eyes sparked with blue electricity. He didn't flinch. He grabbed his twin-headed staff, the brass glowing white-hot. He began the incantation—the rhythmic, repetitive chanting that was his trademark. "IwanttofindhimIwanttofindhimIwanttofindhim..."

Billy Kaplan—known to the world as —sat cross-legged on the floor of the Avengers Mansion library, the air around him humming with a low, static charge. Before him lay a tome that seemed to breathe. It wasn’t a standard leather-bound book; its cover was forged from a dark, iridescent material that shifted like oil on water. This was his Book of Shadows . "I want to find him," Billy whispered

But the book slammed shut with a sound like a thunderclap. The rift vanished. Billy fell back, gasping, as the indigo glow faded into the floorboards. On the cover of the Book of Shadows, a new symbol had burned itself into the leather: a silver lightning bolt entwined with a blue vine.