Miraculous Grimoire Novels & Stories

"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?"

''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.

Once she got a hold of it, she grabbed her bag and pulled out the grimoire. “Second time’s the charm. Deleatur!” She yelled, bringing the dagger down and into the grimoire. The dagger went through like butter, and Mirja couldn’t have been happier. When she removed the dagger, the book was still held. Nothing happened. No puncture wounds at all. Something was wrong. Mirja opened the grimoire, and the pages still looked brand new. She found the page with Alaia, and it came to her. This grimoire was only a shell, which meant Alaia…

I shook my head to get rid of the thoughts; I must have been overthinking. “From today, you can cast your own spells, create potions, or recreate older ones, only stronger. You can perform rituals, and document everything magical. Use this grimoire, your very own,” Mom said lovingly, just like a prayer. “Promise me you will be careful, Agatha. You can use my grimoire too,” she waved her hand, and a thick, faded, and slightly tattered book with a few scratches and yellowish pages appeared, suspended in the air. She took it and handed it to me.

The problem I’m having is this: If I allow myself even the slightest bit of wiggle room for the veracity of Father Ward’s story in this journal, the door is opened wide for all sorts of other things. Like a child-devouring demon named Moloch or Baal. An odd yellow taxi and odder coins bearing a strange design popping up all over town. A ghostly boy maybe born of a man’s deep pain and self-loathing. A strange place called Carcosa—with black skies and even blacker stars—where it seems lost people go when they’ve nowhere else. Someone or something named Hastur (a name which runs cold shivers down my spine even thinking it).

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.

*** ‎Killian I claw at my chest, pain ripping through me as I sink into the seat, letting out a low, restrained growl. The curse is consuming me—I doubt I can hold it back much longer. According to the prophecy, only one person can heal me and break my curse. My mate. I've met her once. That unforgettable night. I may not remember what she looked like, but the warm, tender, healing touch of her delicate hands is unforgettable. With one touch, she eased my curse that night and silenced my 684 years of endless wakefulness. If I hadn't gotten carried away by that moment of peace and pleasure, I wouldn't have woken to find her gone.

If I'm not human, then what am I? “—And I promise I'll explain everything in due time. But the moment you step out this door, you'll be attacked again. Not by one, but by several other Mystics. It's what those monsters are called.” Monsters. I need to leave. “I—” “I killed off one siren before Liam. And while fighting him, I sensed three other mystics approaching.” He glances at the wall clock. “In exactly forty-two minutes, I'll turn in for the night. Within that period, I'll take you wherever you need to go. And then I'll bring you back.”

I attempted once more but nothing really happened as I sighed in frustration. The warlock made sure I wouldn’t escape from him, just as I thought. The door surely was the same as the windows and the warlock concealed me here with his magic. Sighing in frustration, my gaze landed on the opened grimoire. There was a drawing beside the Latin text that could indicate the spell this could cast. A dead body laid on a table and a man standing on the side, holding a sharp dagger. And as I flipped to the other page, there was another drawing depicted on the old paper: someone sprinkling fine dust.

It was now my turn to smirk. He lifted up his hand and his smile was replaced with a frown. "What the hell!" He exclaimed. "The ring..." "It's gone, I know." I cut him off. "And it's right here with me." Steve came into the picture with the ring. I teleported over to his side. "Great wait, dear." I smiled. "How..." Sage was about to say something but got interrupted. "It's a recall spell if you don't know." I heard Morgana's voice.