Grimoire Novels & Stories

Now, only power spoke. Gloria knelt first, laying a talon-shaped blade across her knees. Its hilt was carved from bone that pulsed faintly in the darkness, like a heartbeat echoing through the ground. The air grew colder around her, coiling like serpents, and her lips moved without sound. The frost crawling along her skin wasn’t entirely natural; it was the blade calling to her, the spirits whispering their obedience.

“Gemma’s locking down the borders. No one gets in or out until we find the source.” The source. My stomach twisted. I already knew. My mother’s grimoire had a warning scrawled in her hand, Moonwater turned black is not nature’s doing. It’s a curse wearing poison’s face. “I can fix this,” I said before I could stop myself. Damon turned sharply. “Ivy..” “I said I can fix it.” I was already moving toward the apothecary tent. My hands shook as I pulled the ancient grimoire from my satchel.

Nicolai yelled at him but he just shrugged. "Don't worry, I won't fall for a friend." He then said. "Better be! Because I already have someone I like." Nicolai answered while smiling. "Oh? Who is it then?" "Can't tell you." "It's Jeon. I know." He said sparingly. Again, Nicolai is coughing again. Jeon, is one of their close friend, a Korean national like Nicolai. Nicolai is basically half blood tho. "H-How did you know?"

the gates of Tartarus opened up by a vortex and a few things were being sucked in including the demons who'd been freed from Tartarus. The witch tried to get Grimoire to stop the spell but to her surprise, the Grimoire was gone and a book was clogged like the Grimoire.. She looked at Nicklaus with a horrified expression wondering when he'd switched the Grimoire.. “Oh don't look at me like that, sweetie..” He Smirked Mockingly as he held onto the huge gravestone beside him because he knew the vortex would be sucking them in next.. Meanwhile the witch was furious as s

I never got the chance to read it so I didn’t truly know what it was about. Kat looked frustrated with us but still, she was picturesque, especially in that nightdress. Sexy! “Sprites were creatures that lived amongst us thousands of years ago and were known to create and cause diseases. When they perished, a grimoire was formed but copies were made instead to hide its powers of causing more illnesses. No one knows where the real one is but every pack should have a copy of the grimoire of sprites.” I opened the door of the library, one that had been carved by the fingers of Moonstone’s prisoners several years ago, having the eng

"We need my grimoire first." Trick hissed in anger. "We don't have time! Dorian could return any minute." He was right, but without my magic book, I'd never find what The Mother was looking for. And I'd never get my payback. "Two minutes," I promised, already moving toward Dorian's private rooms. Luckily, Alpha Dorian Graves was as arrogant as he was cruel. He'd kept my grimoire on his shelves like a trophy, never suspecting that the book itself was a weapon. I grabbed it, feeling the ancient leather warm to my touch, recognizing its owner.

Jean continued, his gaze fixated on me, "played a pivotal role in our newfound mastery. The Grimoire page, infused with your unique magic, became the key. It was thanks to you that we unraveled the mystery of concealing not only our presence but also our magical essence from other supernatural beings." Jean's words lingered in the air, their gravity palpable, casting a shadow over us. The unintended consequences of our actions settled upon us like a somber cloud. The once-revered Grimoire, initially a symbol of protection and yet destruction, had unwittingly transformed into a tool for those intent on bending the delicate balanc

It was as if Levi had somehow managed to infuse the apartment with a sense of warmth and welcome, despite its lack of adornment. Kimberly's gaze wandered around the room, taking in the sparse furnishings and the compact layout. She felt a pang of curiosity about Levi's life, about the choices he had made and the path that had led him to this small, unassuming apartment. Moments later, Levi returned with an old, dusty tome, and Kimberly's eyes widened with curiosity. The book's cover was adorned with intricate carvings that seemed to dance across its surface, radiating an otherworldly energy. Levi's voice was calm and measured as he spoke, "This was your mother's grim