Era Of Althea Grimoires นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“You’ve got to be kidding me. How original, Alaia.” Mirja took a deep breath and tried putting her hand in it, but nothing happened. She figured the grimoire would heed her call. She took off the necklace and placed it on the painting. Her hand finally went through, and she pulled the grimoire out. Although the grimoire was part of her family’s dark history, having it back in her arms felt great.

The Lorths' magic was distinct in that it required them to tear a page from a book and repeat the incantation in order for it to work. Only beginners had to bring their scriptures to a fight, according to Nelanian. Yulcite mages who had mastered Religion magic had mastered their scriptures and did not need to carry them to a fight. The quality of a Lorth's grimoire, on the other hand, may be used to rank them. Grimoires with soft covers showed that the mage was still a novice, while those with finer covers, such as leather or embellished covers with gems and gold, showed that the magician was at a higher level. When Nelanian saw the brilliant ruby on the grimoire's cover, he knew he couldn't

“It is a book that came into the world due to the result of the Thaeria Dynasty's fortune.” “Souleater Grimoire?” Tyr was startled. “The Song of the Empire’s book was born with the luck of the Vraniel Dynasty, but now this grimoire that you mentioned was born out of the luck of the Thaeria Dynasty. One was born at the start of feudalism, while the other was born at the end. But why do I have a feeling that the titles of these two books, which were born out of these two dynasties, are reversed?” “Is that so? Well, I understand where you’re coming from,” Maxime replied.

As we entered, I could sense the weight of their past struggles and the determination that fueled their resistance. Alpha Max turned to me, his eyes burning with a fierce resolve. "Amelia, we will train you, guide you, and unravel the depths of your connection to the alpha king. Together, we will harness the power within you and find a way to break the curse. But remember, our time is limited. The next full moon draws near, and with it, the alpha king's transformation."

"He's our alpha. Our leader. Alphas have the power to turn humans. The rest of us are betas, and you are too, now." "I don't understand," I said shakily. "We're werewolves, Hosanna. And you've gotta keep that a secret, you hear me? I've got some contacts for you to hide your eyes." He plucked a lens out of his eye, revealing a burning gold iris. I gasped, flinching. He laughed at me. "What? Yours look just like mine now. So you've gotta wear these contacts to make them look brown, yeah? If you don't, the police will shoot you."

" You see, I've perused the full text of the Yulcites' Blessed Book, which all of you utilize as a grimoire. I'm mindful that the book is separated into six sections, every one of which depends on normal parts. The main part manages the earth, the second with the breeze, the third with the air, the fourth with fire, the fifth with water, and the 6th with light. I was observing the way that you opened your grimoire and sorted out which section you were drawing your spell from, and afterward I could simply counter it by transforming my body into a substance that could bear that component," Norval clarified, practically exhausted. "So you were speculating which component I planned to utilize th

Oda said. Saffron sat alone near the fire, her grandmother's journal upon her lap. She hadn't the courage to open it, afraid of what she would find inside. Her fingers traced the tooled leather on the cover. She brought it to her nose and inhaled deeply. She thought she could still smell the faint lilac fragrance of her grandmother. She wiped away the few tears that escaped her eyes and unwound the strap that bound the book together. The spine protested with age as she opened the book. The pages were yellowed and warped from age. "The Grimoire of Imogene Greenreaver. Only those in my line shall read the words upon these pages. So mote it be."

Amalia and Jael had claimed one of the oldest alcoves in the Shadowmere library—the kind built directly into the mountain, where the stone still hummed faintly with warded memory. They sat on the floor amid towers of ancient volumes, Amalia’s back resting against the wall, her heavy belly curved beneath a pile of half-closed grimoires. She was glowing in that dangerous way first-time mothers did—radiant, soft, and oddly reckless. “My goddess,” she breathed, turning a page with reverent delight. “This is some of the best reading I’ve ever encountered. Kaela was bad. I love her.”

As Elara touched the cover, a spark of recognition traveled up her arm. ​This was the Grimoire of the Grounded Star. ​She opened it, the vellum pages smelling of vanilla and old earth. The handwriting was elegant but hurried, the entries written by a Vane ancestor centuries ago. She flipped through the pages, her eyes catching phrases that made her blood run cold: The Hunger of the Star... The Void that Mimics the Sun... The Curse of Rowena’s Line. ​She stopped at a passage near the middle:

Something inside me was restless, like an invisible hand tugging at my chest. By the time I reached the library, dawn had barely touched the horizon. The large double doors creaked open, revealing rows of ancient shelves and the faint scent of parchment and dust. The Crescent Moon library was one of the oldest in the region, its archives holding records of every battle, every raid, every history written under moonlight. If there were answers, they would be here. I walked past the shelves until I reached the back section,The Era of the Alpha Gods. Thick books, sealed scrolls, and yellowed maps filled the space. My fingers brushed over their spines until I found what I was looking for: The Rec