Grimoire Novels & Stories

the woman explained. I pondered her words and began to grasp the concept. It seemed akin to accidentally disrespecting a sacred place by spitting on it, then spitting again to negate the first act. "Wait," I said, chuckling as I began to see where this conversation was going. "Are you suggesting..." "Exactly, Luna. The original Rein krnasi used the Grimoire as the basis for their intimate ritual, and you must do the same," the woman said, leaving me momentarily speechless.

"You won't last a day in the Wood of a Thousand Deaths without an amulet or some sort of enchantment. But without my wand, I can't conjure it out of thin air anymore, so we have to find my grimoire first." "Your grimoire?" "Are you hard on hearing?" Vasilisa said with an arch of her perfect eyebrow. "If I'm not mistaken, the grimoire is kept in the Hall of Sirins." "Please, don't tell me it's a great big book on a stand with funny handwriting in it and black leather cover," Cassandra said sarcastically, but Vasilisa seemed taken aback by her knowledge. "How do you know that?" she said. "Oh yes, I

“A long time ago. Once, Merrick wanted me to try and search for the family grimoire.” Nora tilted her head to the side. “Grimoire? What does that mean?” “It’s a family book of spells. Most witches usually are exposed to it their whole lives, so they don’t ever have to draw energy from it. But you were kept away from both your home and the grimoire. You don’t have that generational energy flowing through you. If you find the grimoire, it should give you like a power charge once it recognizes that you are part of the family. You should be able to keep yourself safe.”

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.

“We should talk about how to acquire the second book.” “Senior Belisarius, I have no idea where the grimoire is now,” Tyr said with a nod. Maxime revealed, “It’s in the royal tomb of Emperor Martyn.” Tyr’s heart swelled with strange feelings as those words were spoken. Maxime explained, “Souleater Grimoire is one of the five books of wonders. It’s a miraculous book that is rare to find in the world. Aegar had tried to seek it out for Emperor Martyn at the time, for the emperor had spent his entire life pursuing immortality. Tyr, you should now understand what the term ‘longevity method’ means, right?”

He reached into the symbol, pulling out an old leather bound book. "This, my dear, is a very important grimoire, it's written in ancient Irish Gaelic. Duibhne will have to read it and explain what it says. The book contains all of your Shadowsoul bloodline spells and curses, including the remedies," he said solemnly as he slid the large book across the table to me. I was about to touch the old book when my mother invaded my thoughts screaming about the grimoire.

She rummaged through the compartment where the grimoires were stored until she located a book that may have the answers she was seeking. “Probably this has that context.” She took out a book titled, ‘The Witches’ Glossary of Verboten Sorcery.’ Silvia spun through the pages until she locate a chapter that looked like it had what she was after. She set herself in a more comfortable position where she could peruse the pages. The flat surface of the pouch acted as a stand for the grimoire to rest on. “This line right here explains something.” Silvia read a paragraph that had some information about the treasures of Immortalis but not

I run as fast as I can and I hear her chanting. “Maledictum… dolor… passio” And the door suddenly bangs like thunder and I could not hear her voice anymore. I don’t know what I just saw but one thing is for sure it scares me. I looked around to check for the two men who were chasing me but they were gone. So I keep on walking to find a way out but every time I walk I feel so hot and sweating. I feel like my skin is burning too and the smell of the sulfur is getting stronger, same with the voices that I can hear; It's getting louder. I saw an open door that I needed to pass so I went inside and checked for the other door. Hoping that this is the way out. I walked slowly again because I could

He looked up from his hand and took in the scene of the Grove. "What is this place?" he asked, fixating on the altar. I debated for a moment, trying to think of how much I should tell him. I thought of Avery. It was her family's relic. What would she say? "Each family has an object or a place that's sacred. It's something that connects us with our power, our ancestors. All the Necromancers that came before us. This is the Manser's Grove." John lowered his hand still in awe. "I can feel the power here." He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. "It's ancient, pure." He frowned, and looked up at me. "I've felt this before, around our own sacred items."