Grimoire Online Novels & Stories

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.

Niusa explained. “I see. Thanks for enlightening me.” Malaika smiled. She could feel that this black elf seemed genuine. “I’m your fan during the Aqua Festival. And I’ve been dying to meet you. I wish I could manipulate water as you do!” Niusa looked excited. Yulli cleared his throat. “Where can we get the grimoire?” “You can get it from Professor Elachya.” Niusa turned to the stage. “That’s her beside Headmaster Prife. However, as of now, this book is empty. The spells will only be visible after we—”

detested crying and displaying my weakness; it was never a flattering appearance for me. I’ve always learnt to use my suffering as a source of strength. However, I found it difficult to maintain a harsh exterior at the moment. Dimitri let out a low growl that I heard. When I looked up at him, he was quivering with utter anger. It was Dimitri who said,“Bloody imbecile! If that bastard wasn’t dead I would kill him myself.” He took it quite seriously. “I wasn’t even sad when he was killed to be honest. A monster found me, the red dragon, he killed the bastard first before burning the entire house to the ground. That was when I fled town.” I remarked as I looked back at the residence. Let’s sim

Oda said. Saffron sat alone near the fire, her grandmother's journal upon her lap. She hadn't the courage to open it, afraid of what she would find inside. Her fingers traced the tooled leather on the cover. She brought it to her nose and inhaled deeply. She thought she could still smell the faint lilac fragrance of her grandmother. She wiped away the few tears that escaped her eyes and unwound the strap that bound the book together. The spine protested with age as she opened the book. The pages were yellowed and warped from age. "The Grimoire of Imogene Greenreaver. Only those in my line shall read the words upon these pages. So mote it be."

What to do if not trying everything possible to find that way to make things right. "You told me you could use the grimoire if you have it, so?" Lendi cautiously walked toward me as I waved her over. She swallowed and in a low tone, her words came out, "The grimoire is nowhere to be found, Wolland. It's like it never existed in the first place. I don't know where she might be hiding it." My jaw clenched just watching Lindi talk her shit. That grimoire was supposed to be here at this moment not to be told a whole bunch of crap right after the excruciating long wait for it to arrive. And now I felt the urge to punish her.

“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.”

I don't know if that is a low number but I've accepted it anyway. "Of course you're gonna miss your old man and oh I have one more thing for you." He went out of the room and returned in an instant. In his hand was a walnut-brown, medium-sized book. "This is our family Grimoire and I want you to have it," Dad held out the Grimoire for me to take but I couldn't help but feel hesitant to take it. The book emitted a large force of power that seemed way beyond my worth. "It's alright Ren. You can take it," my Father's words were enough for me to initiate courage and reach out to grab the Grimoire. The Grimoire, although not large carried an abundant force of energy that seemed to charge me. I kn

''The voice said, The light disappears again Ezra saw the grirmiore laying in front of her. The grimoire was big and it was a pastel pink with gold trim there was also a lot of gem on the book. The book had a name that was in a different language Ezra couldn't understand. She grabs the book and rush to Nolan side she laid the book on top of his body and pray.

At least, not yet. “Never mind. Is that a textbook or what?” I asked, in a curious tone as I glanced at the book which was the same size as my TRI course book. “Are you preparing for an exam?” “Are you kidding me?” he asked, letting out a laughing scoff. “An exam? Oh, please. This is a grimoire: a book that contains spells. I'm only with it now because I need to memorize a few spells that'll be needed in performing the ritual.”

She carefully opened the hundred-year-old grimoire that has been passed down to the Delvaux for years, his father never gave her the grimoire so she took it upon herself and stole it before running away from her father's grasp. The words written in the grimoire is ancient and only Nerissa can understand it given that the blood running through her veins is the blood of a Delvaux. She turned the pages with proper care, she stopped with the word cuddio that means conceal in the English language. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes and focusing her mana flowing through her arms.