Grimoire Witch Novels & Stories

He didn't know Meridith as a book lover. "What book is that?" Damon asked Donna, who jumped at the book immediately. "It's a grimoire, My King," Donna held the book to her chest and shivered. "A grimoire?" Damon asked. He has heard stories about the book. A grimoire, known as a "book of spells" or a "spellbook," is a textbook of magic, typically including instructions on how to create magical objects like talismans and amulets, how to perform magical spells, charms and divination, and how to summon or invoke supernatural entities such as angels, spirits, deities, and demons. In many cases, the books themselves are believed to be imbued with magical powers.

voice I didn’t recognize spoke up. His voice demanding respect without yelling. “Listen up little girl. You don’t make demands here. Now, I’ll ask one more time. Who are you and why are you here?” “FUCK YOU” spat Kiara with an intense growl. “ I don’t know why you entertain these trespassers Kirian. This one clearly is a bloodsucker. She’s already threatened to drain us dry. We need to dispose of her and her wolf friends.” Said a second man’s voice full of disdain. “ First off nobody will do anything unless I say” this time a voice of a woman chimed in. Hmm, that must be the one in charge. “Has anyone tried talking to her male companions?” asked the same voice “ someone fucked up on the dos

He said. “I thought witches didn’t have mates as us wolves do.” I stated matter-of-factly. “Just because we don’t find our mates at eighteen like you do and have some miraculous bond snap into place doesn’t mean that we don’t have soul mates. Many witches are serial monogamists who mate for life just like werewolves. The goddess leads us to them in mysterious ways” he said. “So, are you trying to tell me that Sierra is my mate?” I asked him almost laughing in his face

"I don't feel powerful. "But you are," she said firmly. "In your first incarnation, you wrote the Grimoire of Shadows. A book that contained all the supernatural spells and rituals. You used part of your own magic to enclose the creatures that could be invoked with the book. There is power inside those pages. A drop of its power, and it is already strong enough that only a human sacrifice allows the book to be read. Can you imagine everything that was left inside you compared to this drop?

the woman explained. I pondered her words and began to grasp the concept. It seemed akin to accidentally disrespecting a sacred place by spitting on it, then spitting again to negate the first act. "Wait," I said, chuckling as I began to see where this conversation was going. "Are you suggesting..." "Exactly, Luna. The original Rein krnasi used the Grimoire as the basis for their intimate ritual, and you must do the same," the woman said, leaving me momentarily speechless.

They all make the globe seems so magical, that's what it is anyway_a magic globe. The witch's hand is still at the top of the globe, she says "This represents your true identity, a testament to your burgeoning abilities as the Witch Supreme here in the Otherworld. With this, you can see what to others is invisible, and conceal what to others is visible. My Supreme," she ends and removing her hand, steps back. The crowd erupts in awe-struck cheers when the globe emits a light so bright it lightens up the entire room and then dims. Every witch in attendance in one accord, go on one knee and chorus "The mighty supreme."

I wonder if she even understands what he is. Does she know he holds the destruction of her race in his hands? Would she have kept him on such a long leash if she did? I think not. I press the sketch to my chest and close my eyes. The Grimoire said the wolves would kneel. That they would tremble beneath his storm. And he would need a guide. A priestess. A partner. He needs me. I open my eyes again and stare into the fire. It crackles quietly, oblivious to the war being waged behind my ribs.

"What do you mean?" Dr. Percy walks over to a hidden compartment in the wall and retrieves a worn, leather-bound book. Its pages are yellowed with age, and strange symbols are etched into its cover. "This is the Grimoire of Shadows," he says, holding it out to Chloe. "It contains spells and rituals of immense power—power that comes at a great cost. If we are to stand any chance against the creature, we must be willing to use it." Chloe hesitates, eyeing the book warily. "You’re asking me to embrace the very thing that created that monster?"

My palms are sweaty as I clutch the ancient grimoire to my chest. I trek through the woods, using my flashlight to find my way through the trees. The book said this was the way to conjure my truelove- which means Lance. Never tried to do a spell or ritual before. I'm not a witch and never believed in magic. But a dare is a dare. And my entire back and chest are itchy from Gwen's hex to the point that I can hardly think.

Something in my very soul is screaming. I turn to Dom, but he doesn’t even glance at the gourd. His focus is on the book. “That should be her Grimoire,” he says. His voice shakes me out of the spiral. I blink, struggling to center myself, and drag my eyes from the gourd to the book. “What?” I whisper, my voice thin. “Grimoire,” he repeats. “Every witch keeps one. Their life’s work. The spells they learn, the ones they invent. Curses, protections, rituals. It’s all written in there. The older the witch, the richer the Grimoire.”