Era Of Althea Grimoires Novels & Stories

Althea sat inside one of Nightfall's upper libraries. Unlike the war chamber, this room was quiet. Peaceful. Almost forgotten. She needed that. Needed a break from strategy. From prophecy. From being the center of every conversation. For once, she wanted answers that weren't tied to saving the world. Across from her sat Evelyn. Between them rested several old journals. Some belonged to House Elyrion. Others belonged to her father. Althea had spent most of the afternoon reading them. Learning. Discovering. Understanding. And realizing how much she had missed.

|| Lilac’s POV || Alaric walked around the desk and stopped before an old chest. The ancient chest creaked as he opened it, releasing the scent of dried herbs and old blood. Sunlight streamed through the study windows, illuminating a haunting illustration: a beautiful witch with emerald eyes and silver hair, her hands raised over a kneeling Alpha whose veins blackened where her magic touched him.

As Selena walks into my room, I could see that she was exhausted, as I knew that this war was taking a toll on her, and I pray that my hunch is right for all our sakes. “There’s a reversal spell.” I tell her right away, but she shakes her head, before she says to me, “Angelica, I read Alatar’s grimoire front to back, multiple times. There is no spell within it.” “You’re right. There is no spell within it, because he hid the reversal spell within a different book.” Her eyes widened as I told her this, as the wrinkles on her forehead scrunched together, before she finally asks me, “What other book?”

Low murmurs ripple through the hall like a rising storm, the weight of unspoken judgments pressing against my chest. The elders, draped in ceremonial robes, move toward the central platform with the solemn grace of those who have seen centuries of bloodshed and hard-won victories. Their faces, etched with wisdom and battle scars, remain unreadable as they take their places. In the middle of a circle of wolves, a frail, trembling figure curls inward, barely clothed, her skin too pale against the flickering torchlight. A vampire—small, human-like, and fragile-looking—yet undeniably dangerous.

A moment later, a small grimoire appeared in her hand. I didn’t react outwardly, but I’d seen that kind of thing before. Sorcerers didn’t carry items the normal way—some things were tied closer than skin, hidden until called. Eira didn’t speak right away. The grimoire stayed open in her hands, but she wasn’t just reading it anymore—she looked like she was recalling something she had seen before. Her eyes moved less now, her focus narrowing until everything else seemed to fade out around her. Then she stopped.

She plucked one book after another, reading the titles aloud with the excitement of a child at an ice - cream shop. "Oh, 'The Chronicles of Aetheria'... ‘seducing Mr Grey’ .... ‘How to drive your Lycan crazy’.... ‘Tales of the Lost Kingdom'... 'Legends and Lore of the Lycan Forest'... "Rise and fall of Lycan-werewolf treaties. “. Sera's voice echoed softly in the quiet library. She carefully selected a few promising books, cradled them in her arms, and found a cozy corner with a plush chair to sit herself comfortably.

I feel his body tense and I search out Althea. Althea is the only one standing, her eyes blown wide with shock and fear. Our gazes lock and she takes a deep breath “A Grimalkin!” She exclaims. “Forgive me, I did not know,” Althea drops to her knees, bowing her head. “Please, we thought you were one of them – a Skinwalker – You are something else. A creature… so rare and ancient… I beg… We didn’t know.”

Lisha pulls away from Skyla and snaps, “What are you doing? We need these.” Skyla smirks, “I don't think you will; Andras had a library filled with books on every supernatural race in the four realms, Lisha. There are also books on magic; Allana wouldn't have left these here if they were going to be any help to you.” Lisha sighs and rolls her neck. She turns to Skyla as she tips the books out of the bag and says, “You're right; our family's grimoire isn't here; Allana has taken anything of use with her.”

All we can do is wait for my grandfather to remember his spell. "Is there a way we can help you remember the spell grandfather" I offer politely. I am desperate to get rid of the Ornan ghost from our life. The bits and pieces I saw in his interaction with Althea, my past self is frightening. I was scared for Althea before I found out that she is me in the past. After I found out that we are the same and his obsessive behavior when he possessed Amber is outright frightening. "I have books back in my house. They have all the ancient spells. If we start our search from there, we might find something useful" lord Agamanan suggested.

Randall was about to reprimand her for barging in when she interrupted him, uttering the very words that made Randall's world come to a standstill. "The Grimoire of The Ancient is missing, Alpha Randall. We have a big problem." *** Alpha Randall, Kellan, Aldric, Merikh, Klara, and, of course, Visha all stood in total silence, that you could hear their very own heartbeats in the courtroom. The heaviness was so thick, thick enough to steal the breath from their lungs. The Grimoire of The Ancient is an ancient book passed down from generations in the Blood Crescent pack. It contains all the ancient battle strategies, sacred knowledge, and unique, powerful spells known only to the Alphas of the