Grimoire Witch Novels & Stories

"That has to be the answer, your blood may just be the key. I need a few drops of your blood" Devon immediately stopped forwards. He didn't want Diana to take more blood than necessary from Alice. The witch was crafty. He pricked Alice's hand a little and allowed a few drops of her blood to pour on the Grimoire. The Grimoire, which was once blank, suddenly started to show writing and drawings on the page. "It worked" Joan said in Surpise. They all stared at the Book with Curiosity laced in their eyes. Everyone wanted to know the Secrets which had been kept for centuries. This was their stepping stone in stopping the Dark witches from their evil hatch once and for all…

I said immediately after closing the door. “Heck, now you have trust issues,” I thought aloud. Grimoire left his hiding place again and opened before me. “A gum drop and… gum?” I asked, surprised. I held on to Grimoire and understood why. Like a short trance, Grimoire explained that I couldn’t cast spells but I could make potions and enchant objects with his help. “Very well then, let’s get on with this.” “Kalorik noximus (nocturnal revitalization),” I read aloud.

“Soon, our Intermediary came to fetch us; he told us we were all needed to put out the fire which was getting out of control.” When Roark mentions the Intermediary, there are some growls and thumping of feet. The Intermediaries are the lower magical beings–witches and wizards who have extremely limited magical abilities. Werewolves are not allowed to interact directly with the higher witches and wizards, such as the Venusian Witches. We are only allowed to talk to the Intermediaries, who then convey our requests to their higher-ups. And that’s why the fact that I’m sheltering Princess Avalea is so enormously dangerous. I’m breaking the most rigid rule, just like Connor did. But Connor didn’t

“You do not fear witches… do you?” Marek held her gaze, his body tense but unmoving. He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. She could smell the fear in him, taste it like smoke in the air. Eloria’s expression hardened slightly, her tone cooling as she circled him. “Those three kill only those foolish enough to set foot in their lair seeking the Grimoire of Thorns.” She let the name linger like a curse. “The only tome in existence that holds a shard of Hell itself. With it… I could bind even the God Wolf.”

Alis touched the book and blew fairy dust on it. At that moment, an otherworldly song began to play in the back of the cave, and I noticed that the flaps of the grimoire began to turn golden. I opened my mouth in disbelief, and from the grimoire gushed a silvery liquid that fell to the ground and made the smell of pure magic stronger. I looked at Alis, not understanding what was happening. “The grimoire is not just a divine object,” Aris said in disbelief. “The grimoire is a catalyst for magic; it only reacts to people linked to its creator's magic, but it's also something else.”

She closes the book then opens the cover to reveal the columns of names. ‘Yes. A witch’s book of shadows, or Grimoire, is akin to their bible. In the past the humans would record their family tree in their family bible. However that religion is new compared to your rich heritage and the list of names fits the page easier than a tree would. Of course the list would only contain the names of your magical ancestors.’ I listen in rapt silence as my beast confirms Rose’s assumption.

And now… he was questioning it? Lucas quickly lifted his hands in defense. “No, that’s not what I meant.” Then what did you mean? I wanted to ask him. But I didn’t say it out loud. Thankfully, Priestess Tanya stepped in again. “Every grimoire,” she said, turning to Lucas, “Was written by a pure-blood witch.” Everyone looked at her as she spoke. Her voice was calm but filled with confidence. “That means a pure-blood witch created the spells themselves. And Vivian is a pure-blood witch.”

Where did that come from? "Our practice is generally limited here, due to the Alpha of the werewolves.", says Rachel leaning closer, in a quiet voice, almost like a whisper. "The most powerful witch in the town is Lord Loucas, he owns the funeral home downtown. He is a bone witch, as most are in his coven. The rest of us are good for fortune telling and some protection spells or jars."

And before I am the Weeping Woman, crying. "I'm so sorry," she dropped to the floor and cried. "I just…I just wanted my Tomas back. I want Tomas back." Viola weeps. I sighed and looked at Zayn, who reached inside his cloak and handed me a chalk. I went to an empty wall and drew a rectangular door and characters representing runes. I placed my hand on the wall and closed my eyes as I spoke the ancient tongue of the witches before me. A warm, tingling feeling against my hand meant the magic was a success.

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.