Grimoire Ink Novels & Stories

“Come on, grimoire. Come to me.” For a second, nothing happened until I felt a pull from my hand touching the painting. A vortex opened, and my hand went through it. I dug in deeper until I felt something and yanked my hand out quickly. There it was. Mirja’s family grimoire. It was thick but surprisingly felt very light. As my hands traveled across the leather, I heard it. Voices coming from the grimoire. Little promises of great power swirled inside my head, and I had to open it. When I did, I was shocked.

Inside, among old letters, used candles, and an empty vial with traces of silvery liquid, it was there: the grimoire. It was ancient, with yellowed pages and frayed edges. The smell of dried herbs and melted wax still clung to its leaves. Susan opened it, flipping through quickly, her green eyes searching for any reference to a spell for breaking bonds, neutralizing essence, or dissipating a mark. But what she found made her choke on her own breath.

I don't know if that is a low number but I've accepted it anyway. "Of course you're gonna miss your old man and oh I have one more thing for you." He went out of the room and returned in an instant. In his hand was a walnut-brown, medium-sized book. "This is our family Grimoire and I want you to have it," Dad held out the Grimoire for me to take but I couldn't help but feel hesitant to take it. The book emitted a large force of power that seemed way beyond my worth. "It's alright Ren. You can take it," my Father's words were enough for me to initiate courage and reach out to grab the Grimoire. The Grimoire, although not large carried an abundant force of energy that seemed to charge me. I kn

“Hell no. I can't get used to a new Pack. The Vulcan Pack remains the only pack I can boast of. It's the only pack I am comfortable in, which is why I really want to do everything within my powers to make sure that the Alpha comes back to the pack.” “I'm glad you agree to this. Though, I'm still distressed. I mean, we have no idea about the Vampires and where their base truly is. How am I supposed to find out where they took him?” “For this, I think we would need the powers from an old grimoire. Though I don't have that.” “What? What is a grimoire in the first place?” “A grimoire is a book of witches. I used to have one, but over the years, I lost mine. And ever since then, I haven't had the

A part of her recognized him, and for reasons she couldn’t explain, it hadn’t felt like a betrayal to save him. “Why are you in my forest?” Lia asked, her voice sharp. “You’re far from home, pureblood.” His gaze flickered to the satchel lying beside him. He reached for it with slow, deliberate movements. “I came for the Heart of the Greykin.” Lia’s eyes widened, her heart skipping a beat. The **Heart**. The mythic artifact that had haunted her people’s legends for centuries. It was said to have the power to break the curse of the Greyskin—though no one truly knew where it was.

It’s my anchor piece. My current Grimoire, a leather-bound spell book of my travels and rituals that I’m filling up, engraved with a matching pentagram for protection, from those who would take it, is laid near the front, closest to me. A bowl of rock salt for purification, a shallow rustic wooden bowl of soil for earth, for the elements of nature. The wind in the form of the breeze from the open window before me and now blowing the flickering flames gently. The goblet, pure silver, and tall, marked with the triple moon symbol is filled with water to dignify all of the oceans and rivers of the world, yet also as a weapon against a vast number of immortals. My own personal pendant is last to

''The voice said, The light disappears again Ezra saw the grirmiore laying in front of her. The grimoire was big and it was a pastel pink with gold trim there was also a lot of gem on the book. The book had a name that was in a different language Ezra couldn't understand. She grabs the book and rush to Nolan side she laid the book on top of his body and pray.

a voice I didn't know where it came from suddenly sounded. "Is this from this grimoire?" I stared at the grimoire's ekarha with an incredulous look. This was the first time the grimoire had uttered such a strange sentence.

Even though Scottie had more of the attitude she would want in an heir. “Then call your Grimoire, and let her read it. Now.” Belle’s tone was completely unforgiving. Slowly Lyssandra resigned herself and called it forth. She hadn’t expected any of this. She couldn’t figure out how they were found by the Royal couple without Elentari awakening. The Grimoire placed itself in front of its owner. It was a deep black leather bound book with crimson writing on the front. There were various bookmarks sticking out. Lyssandra pushed it to her daughter.

No doubt my grandmother is responsible for the constant invites. “I’m not here for whatever this is. Now, out of my way.” His eyes narrow in slits. “Then what are you here for?” “Wouldn't you like to know?” I say wearing a smug grin, before switching to a frown as I shove him out of the way. Someone like him can't be subdued with words. They didn't forget to send me pointless invites, but forgot to mention the one document I should know about, the one they signed with the mystics—without me.