Grimoire Witch Novels & Stories

I said. The witch was still shaking. He once stood proud, but now he was only a shell of himself. I was mostly concerned with his abilities which he seemed to have retained. Of course he couldn’t do any magic again, except from alchemy. It turned out that after his grimoire was taken from him, he couldn’t use his magic anymore. Speaking of the grimoire, it was locked in my study but I had never thought of taking a look at it before now. If the witch proved to be nothing but a failure, then maybe I can get something out of this.

My knee became weak, completely giving up beneath me and I was forced to lay on my back. Through my blurred vision, I watched as the ball of light float in the sky above me and the forest below came alive and everything was different. Couldn't tell if I was imagining things but what I am seeing looks a lot like the old picture of the legendary witch mountain- the silver mountain that I once saw in the pack's history book. For a brief moment, I was able to feel my wolf again and my father's worried voice asking about my whereabouts came through the link. I told him I am on the Silver mountain before the link went off but am sure no one will believe the tale to be true. Gently, the ball of lig

She did not know how old the grimoire was, but it was old, the bindings fragile with age, the earlier entries faded and the handwriting so elaborate, the spelling so different, that she struggled to read it. Seers, oracles, or psychics, her people had been called in the ancient times, the first entry told her, and at one time they had been worshipped. Being accused of being witches had come later, as people had started to see their ability as being evil. The women of her family were not witches, however, the grimoire explained, they were something completely different. Witches were also not inherently evil, though they were, like all the supernatural world, capable of evil doing.

Her face was made up with fresh colors, showing a cheerful impression accompanied by a smile that almost always appeared on her peach-colored lips. "Mrs Morgan, potions teacher," whispered Deborah. "She is a little different. But, she's really good at her thing," explained the girl. Apparently, Mrs. Morgan was a cheerful person. Whoever saw her, their heart would filled with flowers and happy. She always finished the words she said with a giggle. "Healing! Mrs. Morgan's shrill voice returned. "The basic duty of a witch is to heal. There are two methods of Healing, can anyone name it?"

"Do not speak. The magic is still waking up inside you. It will hurt if you fight it." Pain exploded in my back where the wings had come out. I gasped and grabbed onto the warrior holding me. My vision went in and out. One second I saw the red moon. The next I saw nothing but darkness and moving shadows. "Why are you helping me?" I managed to ask between breaths. "Because you are the one we have waited for," the warrior said. His voice was calm but urgent. "The Forbidden Witch. The one who carries the old blood. Now hold on. This next part will not be gentle."

James hesitated for some time as I waited patiently besides him to know the truth, he looked into my eyes innocently and started speaking "I am a Vampire." He was shocked at my reaction because he had expected that I would be scared but I just nodded and waited for him to complete "You are not shocked." I smileed and looked into his eyes "If I know about Cameron then it is obvious I know about vampires." He was taken aback "How do you know so much, who are you." I took in a deep breath "I am a witch and for now I can only tell you this." He stammered as he tried to gain what I said "Witch"

Hi guys 👋. This is my new story THE GRIMIORE Aroura was a nineteen year old human girl, she mistakingly came in contact with a magical crystal which led her to the supernatural world where different races existed. Not the rose colored fairytales she read in books and watched in movies, but also a dark and twisted labyrinth in which she could get lost forever. It was both a blessing and a curse casted upon her to find A book called THE GRIMOIRE OF DARK FORCES in which the only way to kill an Ancient witch and save the world was written.

I say. “With the help of witches. If you look at these pages there are spells writhen in a foreign language.” “Witches? Seriously?” Kristy says with disbelief. “Yes, witches. This book isn’t just any kind of book it’s a grimoire. Kind of like a diary where witches write their spells and stuff.”

First of all that Grimoire is spelled by some of the most powerful witches to walk this earth. The old witches had power to create and destroy, they put all that knowledge in the Grimoire, we need that knowledge and she's talking about destroying the book. I haven't been with them for a long time but I have seen how intelligent she is, so I have to believe that she has a plan.

“Her wolf is very noticeably different.” “Lorenzo, she’s a white witch. One of the most powerful elemental witches there is. And you’re telling me she can perform that same magic in wolf form too?” Granny leaned against the bannister, worry creeping in faster and faster. “No one can know about this Lorenzo.”