Fairy Tail Grimoire Heart Novels & Stories

In a kingdom ruled by magic and shadowed by secrets, Princess Elara was born to uphold a prophecy—one that demands her heart, her blood, and ultimately, her sacrifice. Magic belongs to the elite, and power is passed through bloodlines, but nothing prepared her for the storm of desire and danger that would unravel everything she believed. Vesper Moretti, the ruthless heir to a deadly mafia empire, was the first man to shake her world. Cold, calculating, and intoxicatingly powerful, he vanished without a trace—leaving behind a shattered heart and unanswered questions. Now, he’s back… alive, dangerous, and claiming what was once his. Torn between Vesper’s dark pull, Kael’s fierce loyalty, and Dain’s quiet rebellion, Elara is caught in a web of betrayal, prophecy, and passion. As the prophecy unfolds, one truth becomes chillingly clear: only one man can survive the end—and her choice will ignite war or salvation. With ancient powers awakening and the line between love and ruin blurring, Elara must uncover the truth buried in blood and magic… before her kingdom, and her heart, are lost forever.

ISABELLA HART doesn’t believe in love. She watched it destroy her father and take her mother, and she learned early that the safest heart is the one you guard. DANTE MORETTI trusts control above all else. A billionaire who built his empire on discipline and silence, he knows betrayal can’t be ignored....and love is the riskiest gamble of all. Their arranged marriage was meant to be safe, and utterly controlled. But living under the same roof blurs the line between duty and desire. Arguments flare, touches linger, and the walls they built around themselves start to crumble. Then the past returns, bringing secrets, lies, and a betrayal that threatens everything they’ve ever trusted. Now Isabella must decide if guarding her heart is worth losing him...and Dante must learn that control cannot fix what fear has broken. In a world ruled by power and deception, desire may be the only truth strong enough to survive.

In a world where humans are classified into three types: Alpha, Omega, and Beta. Alphas can dominate Omegas through pheromones, Omegas can fool Alphas through pheromones and beauty, and betas can't detect pheromones at all. Beatrice Prieur, the omega who has outstanding beauty, but a simple girl who just wants a simple life with a man she loves. Sixinere De Beville, an Alpha who’s known as the dominant one and for his playful attitude. If a serious like Omega met her playful Alpha, can it be called love?

My wife transplanted the donor heart I had waited for two years for to the fake heir, Sean Morgan. The doctor said I only had one week left to live, so I decided to freeze my body. I donated my body to Sean's lab. On the day I signed the donation letter, my daughter threw herself into my arms and said I had finally made up with her uncle. My parents praised me for finally understanding the deep bond and mutual support between brothers. My wife said with relief, "You've finally let go of your grudges and become an understanding person." I smiled gently. "Yes, this time I’ve really learned my lesson. I will return the status of the Morgan family heir to Sean and fulfill your wishes.”

Genevive wants full control of her life. With the help of her friend Ariel, she runs away from meeting his future husband only to find herself entangled in the complicated life of a popular pop-rock band while slowly and deeply falling in love with Seven. Will she continue fighting for her love even if it meant fighting against all that Seven has ever dreamed off?

“So, tell me about yourself Mr. Davenport?” she asks. I don’t look up from my computer, as I log in. “What do you want to know, Miss Harvey?” I ask her. "Are you perhaps dating anyone right now?" she asks. I look up at her surprised by her question. I shake my head. "No..." it’s true I’m not dating anyone right now. Her smile brightens. “That’s good.” She tells me. I frown, “Why would that be good exactly?” I ask, I look back at the screen and see Kendell hasn’t arrived at the sight yet, I’m about to tell her when she speaks again. “So Mr. Davenport, do you find little old me attractive?” she asks me. I look at her… “What are you getting at Miss Harvey?” I ask her. “Come humor me…” she tilts her head. I sigh. “I’d be a fool not to find you attractive, though I don’t know how that’s of any pertinence to right now." I tell her. She smiles. “So what do you say Mr. Davenport, or can I call you Blake?” I ask her. I have no idea what she’s up to. I choose to ignore her. She moves closer to me. “Come on now, don’t ignore me.” she says. I look at her, a little dress that leaves little to the imagination. She’s leaning onto the desk giving me a full view of her breasts. Is she hitting on me? She is hitting on me right? “So how sturdy is this desk exactly?” she asks. I take her in, it’s been four years since I’ve so much as touched a woman sexually. Hell I can’t even tell if she’s flirting with me.

"Two hearts. Two realms. One destiny." Arabella Nightshade fled her ancestral pack, vowing never to return after Alpha Asher Darkheart shattered her heart. But years later, a rogue attack forces her back into the shadows of her past, where she uncovers a terrifying truth. Caught in a deadly battle between packs and celestial beings, Arabella must confront her forbidden lineage. Will Arabella and Asher find redemption in each other...or will their love ignite the end of everything?

Grandma lay bedridden, her dementia taking hold as she repeated Scarlett Hayes's name over and over. Tears streamed down my face as I dialed my wife's number. When she picked up, Scarlett sounded irritated. She said she was working late tonight and would call me back when she was free. I could clearly hear the sound of a man's laughter in the background. The moment I hung up, Grandma gasped sharply. She called out my wife's name. It was her last breath. While I sat drowning in grief, Scarlett's male best friend Chase Morrison posted a video update, geotagged at a couples' hotel. In the video, their fingers were laced together. The woman's arm bore a distinctive black mole I recognized instantly. The caption read: "When two hearts become one, why care what anyone else thinks?" In that moment, my heart turned to ash. I gritted my teeth and left a comment. "Let's file for divorce tomorrow. Then you two can be together openly and legally. You'll even save on the hotel fees. Win-win, right?"

It was on our wedding night when my husband stole my heartblood to save his childhood sweetheart. His lips were on my forehead as his dagger carved my chest open. "Good girl. This is the last time, I promise," he breathed bewitchingly, his scalding tears dripping on my skin. "Once she's better, let's consummate our marriage." That was what he said, but I had heard it countless times before. In my despair, I used my last ounce of strength to tug on his sleeve. He urgently drained my blood to save another woman, not even looking my way as he did. What he didn't know was that it was my last drop of heartblood. And I was going to die.

When the wolves were created they were created without a soul, animals, killer machines, ones that go on killing spree with nothing to hold them back. The gods regretted their decision to create the wolves, they were rogue, they had no loyalties, nothing to stop them from burning the whole world, they needed a soul. The gods couldn't give the wolves a soul, they refused to kneel down, and their souls were as dark as their dark lusts. The gods forced the wolves to their knees, giving them souls in the shape of humans, kill the soul and die, hurt the soul and feel agony, the souls are to be saved, and protected, no more killing, no more attacks, they are forced to take care of their own soul.