Grimoire Of The Inconceivable Divinity Novels & Stories

"By uniting our kind. By reminding the world of the strength running through our veins. And by reclaiming what is ours — by fire, by blood, and by magic.” --- With Selene absent, I focused my attention on the big grimoire laid across the pedestal in the middle of the room. It was an ancient book, passed down from generation to generation of witches, containing spells and rituals that had long been forgotten. I reached in its pages, freezing on a ritual that made my spine tingle. “The Rite of Ascendancy,” I whispered, fingers tracing the words. It was a magic of unparalleled potency, the kind of spell that would extend my might to heights unheard of in creation. But it demanded tremendous pre

My heart ached with every single memory such that I could feel the physical pain and my chest tightening in reality. My whole life was such a mess that not even a magician could fix it. “I see you’ve gone back to bed Drew?” A bird-like voice spoke some distance away from me. I scanned every corner of the room searching from whence it came until my eyes landed in my closet area and I saw a feminine figure dressed in see-through lingerie standing there and beckoning to me seductively with all the gestures.

To the sealed stone door no one else knows about. My hand presses to the sigil. It burns. Lyra’s voice is soft behind me. “What is that?” “Something I swore never to use,” I say. The door grinds open. Inside, wrapped in chains and wards and old blood ink, sits a book. Thick. Breathing. Angry. A grimoire Lyra steps closer, eyes wide. “Whose is it?” I close my fingers around the chains. “That is not a name you need.”

Her face became paler with each page. "It's..." "What?" "A spellbook." I frowned. "So?" She looked up at me. "This isn't just any spellbook, It's a grimoire. The Dark Grimoire of the First Veilborn Queen." I stared at her. "The one who sealed the Demon King?" Hansel nodded. "I think so." She flipped through more pages. "There are sealing spells, Curses, Blood rituals..." She suddenly stopped. "And?" Her voice dropped. "A ritual to completely destroy the King's soul."

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.”

Buzz! Blood energy churned, causing a mental domain to be unleashed. The power of the Ten-Point Forbidden Spell inside his body rushed out of his forehead and impacted the Holy Book. The next moment, Alex felt his divine consciousness flickering and detaching from his body, entering a bizarre space. ‘Where is this place? ‘An alternate space of the Holy Book? Am I inside the Holy Book?’ Alex looked around, but all he could see was a boundless pitch-black. However, fleeting runes of different colors flowed from time to time.

“Stop, that's enough! Please, you don't have to do this!” I turn and see my father at the castle doors, he looks so frail I’m shocked. I turn and stare at him, I don't know what he is doing except that he looks contrite and is addressing me. “Great Dragon please forgive us our sins, we are mere mortals, but we can learn from our mistakes.” Is he begging for Lance?! I'm never going to forgive Lance, so my answer to him is a low growl in my throat and then I shoot a column of fire into the air to drive my point home.

recognize. I walked over to her, and sat down. “Hey! What you reading?” I peered over, “oh Narcia you’re here! I’m sorry I didn’t realize! I am actually thrilled to see you, do you think you could help me with this…” she started rambling excitedly, “Alpha Marcus came to me yesterday and gave me this book. I have seen it before, when he helped Mila the first time we was cursed, he used it to draw out the magic in her… he called it a G.. Gim.. Gam..” she was stuttering trying to remember, “a Grimoire?” I asked. “YES! That is it.. have you heard of it before?” I looked at her amused, “a Grimoire is just a fancy word for a spellbook, it’s basically just a textbook of magic. You can’t use it unl

The name of the book was straight out of the occult naming convention too: The Grimoire of Five. Javier read a few pages out of curiosity. What he had not expected was to get so engrossed in its content that he would not be able to stop reading. By the time he finished it, his eyes had widened in shock and awe. What the book described was exactly what his eyes were seeing. In other words, he could use the Grimoire of Five and his brand-new eyes to perform superhuman feats! But…how? How had it come to this?!

Elric stopped at a page with a brown smudge across the bottom, which held a recipe titled "Lich Eternal". It was a horrible spell calling for items Aelfric had never heard of, not to mention a hefty blood sacrifice. It called for something called "Claimed Chimera claw", and "Horbus Moreas pollin". He could hardly make out the directions, but the notes scribbled at the bottom of the page read "Consciousness lost 8 hours. Eyes bled briefly upon waking. Stimuli are strange. Hard surfaces feel malleable, I am unbreathing, though my heart beats still.