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She opens a drawer and she takes out a small knife, which is the kind of knife I recognize from my research, ceremonial but functional, and she looks at me. "The grimoire is blood-locked," she says. "The Moreau family has kept it that way for four generations. It opens to the blood of the practitioner or the blood of the subject." "You don't have Chase's blood," I say. "I took a sample the night I examined his hand," she says. "After the garden party. When he didn't feel the cuts." I sit with that. She touches the blade to her fingertip. A drop of blood falls on the cover of the grimoire.

I wasn't dumb to not notice it. I was about to leave when a particular object grabbed my attention. More like a book which had been off limits to me. The Grimoire of Eldritch enchantments. I gasped, knowing what it was. One of the most powerful weapons the Shadow Weavers possess. This very book lying in front of me had the most malevolent spells to exist, spells which could destroy generations. Spells that teach you basic to master level of dark magic.

He can tell that he is perfectly handsome now. "I'm serious! You even more handsome than me!" Nicolai exclaimed. "I always been handsome than you. So eat." Nicolai pouted as he take his seat. But still keeps glancing at him. Owen has a perfect shape of face without a single pimple to be seen. His eyes were naturally black with thick eyebrows. Having a perfectly heart shaped lips that is pinkish red. There's no doubt why those female students in there class before were so madly in love with him.

"I want you to tell me it. Tell me all of it directly; I want to understand." "There is a way to get into that cursed book, and they just found this out," said Galen. He purposefully said the thought without giving it much substance. If he were to be a professional gossiper, then he wouldn't be able to get many people to listen. Verena rolled her eyes and shook her head as if telling him to do better, so he sighed and lowered her head. "They can drain your blood and use it to open the book," he said. "I was able to find out that they found out about this recently. If they were to get your blood, like, loads of it, then they would be able to make the book listen."

"I don't feel powerful. "But you are," she said firmly. "In your first incarnation, you wrote the Grimoire of Shadows. A book that contained all the supernatural spells and rituals. You used part of your own magic to enclose the creatures that could be invoked with the book. There is power inside those pages. A drop of its power, and it is already strong enough that only a human sacrifice allows the book to be read. Can you imagine everything that was left inside you compared to this drop?

“Nothing special. Just a plain library. I already sensed something’s odd going on about her, so I sneaked upstairs out of curiosity and took this at least.” Takumi held his chin. It’s either those marks weren’t there before or Tomoya can’t see them at all with his plain vision. “So, what’s with that book then?” Scott asked, pointing the book with his lips. “It’s a grimoire, containing Shane’s family secrets. At least that’s what I’ve understood, so far,” Tomoya placed the book on the center table and opened it to the first page to where an inverted pentagram is drawn with droplets of blood covering the topmost part of it.

How would you like to tell your own story? "I just want to live a normal life like what my parents want for me," I sincerely said to her. "Why are we here and how is it related to my training?" "Every witch, warlock, supernatural beings, even the demons, and angels have their grimoire. It's a book filled with magic spells written by its owner. Here in this room lies a book that was meant for you, and you need to find your grimoire." She picks up one of the books from the shelf and shows it to me. The magical spells were written inside the book and the ink used was the owner's blood.

Rita The air in the hidden wing of the library was thick with the scent of aged parchment and something deeper—magic, old and restless. Rita trailed her fingers along the spines of the grimoires, each one humming under her touch like a sleeping beast. "This one," Derek murmured, pulling a heavy tome bound in cracked leather. "It’s been calling to you since we walked in." Rita took it, the moment her skin met the cover, a shudder ran through her.

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.

“Then come. We have prepared the rite.” Lily looked like she wanted to bolt, but I gave her a quick look. “Wait for me. I’ll be fine.” She didn’t look convinced, but nodded anyway, backing to the edge of the circle. Thalia led me to a stone altar in the center, where an ancient book lay open—its pages thick with age and marked with blood-red ink. “This is the Grimoire of Inadu,” she said. “Passed down through the first bloodline. Your bloodline.”