Grimoire Novels & Stories

Colfre remained silent for a while, pondering the questions Morrigan offered him. He cleared his throat and answered with his eyes at Morrigan. “I won’t, Hymir’s sacraments are sacrilegious. I’m a soldier with a belief that swords and spears are blind on a battlefield. However, my queen, one allegiance won’t assure a lifetime of prosperity for the kingdom, one kingdom may cease its hunger to conquer us, but you can only create more enmity through this means.”

he muttered. “Well, it seems you tried using the grimoire without prior knowledge and training. One of my followers found you, lying unconscious in a pool of your own blood, in front of Lovers’ Maw.” Massimo reared his head close to his and stared suspiciously into his eyes. “Care to tell me what happened in there?”

The axis on which her obsession with the prophecy spins. “So, you’re sure her companion is the one mentioned in your prophecy?” I ask disingenuously. “Of course I’m sure,” she snaps. “I can feel it in my blood. The Grimoire speaks of a man cloaked in shadow, rising with fire in his mouth and storm in his hands. The wolves will kneel to him. He’s important.” I glance away, needling her just for the hell of it. “I didn’t get that impression. He seemed quite powerless to me. Just a fop with a few smooth chat-up lines.”

"But how do we perform this spell? And where can we find it?" Isolde produced a worn, ancient tome from the folds of her robes. The book's pages were yellowed with age, and its cover bore strange symbols that seemed to writhe and shift. "I've had this for years, Baros, waiting for the right moment. The spell is within these pages, but it's intricate and dangerous. That's why I need your expertise. Together, we can unlock its secrets." Baros studied the book, his fingers tracing the ominous symbols. "And once we have performed this spell, what then? What is your vision for our future, Isolde?"

He stared at his phone waiting for a message from either Angelo or Javier. Roman was going offended. "Are you ignoring me because I have the Grimoire?" And suddenly, surrounded by fire, the golden Grimoire materialized on his grip.

“You’ve made the right choice.” With the Grimoire in his hands and me now close to my sister, the Grimoire begins to tremble softly, reacting to our powers. Elizabeth looks at me with despair and I mouth to her how deeply sorry I am. I just don't want to lose anyone again. A thunderous blast of pitch-black smoke explodes from the Grimoire, pervading the entire place with haunting screeches and miasma. It surges ceaselessly, truncating all our senses and driving me crazy. I can hear the others screaming and feel Chestnut come awake amid the nightmare. I grip my head and bite my lip, doing my very b

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.

It was closed, with no title, but a symbol was tooled into its cover—the same symbol from the bone resonator: the wolf unraveling into a spiral. He approached it with a reverence that felt out of place in the violated chamber. He did not touch it. “It’s a Weaver’s Grimoire. Warded to the bloodline. He could not open it. He could not even move it.” He looked at me, his gaze intense. “It will only respond to you.”

“Few students ever come here. It’s where the founders’ secrets are kept… and where you’ll begin to understand what you really are.” Evelyn’s heart raced. The air was thick with anticipation, the shadows dancing along the stone like living things. Ava led her to a circular chamber lined with carved sigils, glowing faintly with a soft blue light. In the center stood a pedestal, upon which rested an ornate tome, its cover etched with symbols Evelyn didn’t recognize. “This is the Grimoire of Shadows,” Ava explained. “It contains knowledge meant only for those who carry the bloodline. It will test you, Evelyn. You must read, you must learn… but be warned. Every tru

"As expected, you look delicious." I closed my eyes. My heart was pounding harder and harder. His skin felt hot, so hot, and his warm breath fanned across my neck. I gasped when he licked my neck. "Mmm...so fucking good." He growled, running his fingers down to my back. He slid his hand down and down until it reached my panties. Without warning, he slipped his hand inside it. A sharp gasp escaped my mouth. "It's called a magic hand," Luther whispered and nibbled my earlobe. "Let's see, how long would you be able to stand like this."