Grimoire Online Novels & Stories

He said. Season 2 ended here! Author note: Hello everyone!! Please continue to read ARCANUM because, there will be a side story which about Steven and Nicolai. See you on Season 3!!!

Exhorting the prayer of Latin, the language of the witches. I dumped my palms on the chore and closed my eyes. I free myself from the blast sound and opened my soul before I pronounced a word. As I touched the ground, a blue light showed up in my palm, it was gently brightening on the surface, flickering and sparkling. "Elementa ventida mihi potential tuam, Ostende mi hi creaturam absconditam inter carelum nubilum. Confer mihi protestatem tuam etsume in locum in quo slint"

Yet the books she came across seemed more like grimoires than anything. "This explains how powerful she's gotten." Amira grumbled to herself as she picked up a grimoire and skimmed through it, "Half of this is in a language I don't understand." She sighed and set it back down with the rest, "Give me something. Anything." She called out into the dimly lit room, but nothing responded in turn.

He searches around for hours. Eventually he comes across over a dozen old grimoires, none that he can read due to the protection spells on it. They were hidden underneath a floorboard. He grabs them and rushes out of the cabin, not realizing the domino effect he just caused. Not only for him but for Iris too.

A male voice, that I didn’t know, asked. Looking up, I saw a male player, standing a few feet away. His character was a vampire, but he was wearing the armor of a Hunter. Hunters in this game were players that found pleasure in attacking other players for their gold pieces and items. Granted, only common items could be looted.

He opens the one he devoured last night, *Your Sire Claims You Completely*. "Fucking hell," TJ mutters under his breath. They're all here. Every single one. He closes that file and notices the one dated yesterday, the only one with a title he doesn't recognize. It's called *Your Master Smears Your Blood Good*. What a title. He has to read it. TJ opens an incognito browser window, logs into his Drive, and uploads that file. He closes that window, maximizes the grimoire window again, and just as he hears footsteps descending the stairs, slides back to his seat.

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 cute and scary seeing him acting like this all because of me. "I promise." I said to him, The memory of my vision replayed in my head. The Grimoire. I needed to find the Grimoire. "I found out a way to know what Delilah is up to. If I can get my family Grimoire, I can figure out what she is planning." I tell him, pulling away from him. "How do you know all this?" He asked, folding his arms. "I saw it in my vision." I explained. "I need to go and get it." I tell him standing up. I could still feel weak, I still haven't fully recovered from all the energy I expelled.

"And worth the wait, right?" Rita rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smiling. As the professor droned on about elemental theory, Derek nudged her. "You know, the real secrets aren’t in these lectures. They’re in the restricted section." "The what?" "The library’s hidden wing. Full of grimoires they don’t want students touching." His voice dropped. "I’ve got access. If you’re curious." Rita hesitated. Freda’s warning about male witches echoed in her mind—but the hunger in Derek’s eyes wasn’t predatory. It was excited. Like he wanted a partner in crime.

"Yeah, dust mites and paper cuts." No, it went deeper than that. The grimoire itself didn't just retell vampire lore and itemize things of magic, including creatures and other things; it was magic. Whether some long-ago spell caster imbued it, or the book itself soaked up residual power like a sponge, something about it was different. Special. Necessary to his methods. Leafing through its pages helped Thaddeus hone his intuition and often focus his jumbled thoughts. "Not everything needs to be high tech," he told his protŽgŽ, not for the first time. "Whatever, old man. So now that I'm here, mind telling me what the heck is going on?"