Rias Grimoire Novels & Stories

“Why don’t we play a game?” Upon saying that, the grimoire in his hand was engulfed with a flame. Amilia gasped as she watched in horror how the book turned into ashes. The fire, as if it had some life on its own, blazed engulfing not only the grimoire but also the Weaver’s hand. Laughter erupted from the Weaver and stared at Amilia with a creepy smile on his face. He pinned his gaze to her and did not leave for a second.

but then suddenly a sharp pain goes on my shoulder and I pass out. Going to Alpha's Point of view again, He spoke with his mates about what just happen."Guys, Hear me out. Just now I saw a tattoo vaguely visible on that guy's inner left arm. It was exposed due to him stretching his hand to keep me away. It was a wolf-like claw with a sword in a diagonal position. It's Crimson Claw mark. Mikael has started to move." Hearing that, everyone gasp in shock as I adjust Liliana in my arm"Gosh trev. You could have got her killed with that hit you dumbass." I complain and he just laugh and said "sorry, but this will be easier."

It’s my anchor piece. My current Grimoire, a leather-bound spell book of my travels and rituals that I’m filling up, engraved with a matching pentagram for protection, from those who would take it, is laid near the front, closest to me. A bowl of rock salt for purification, a shallow rustic wooden bowl of soil for earth, for the elements of nature. The wind in the form of the breeze from the open window before me and now blowing the flickering flames gently. The goblet, pure silver, and tall, marked with the triple moon symbol is filled with water to dignify all of the oceans and rivers of the world, yet also as a weapon against a vast number of immortals. My own personal pendant is last to

He closed his eyes immediately and opened them again a few seconds later, seeing something entirely different… Everyone was still working on the rescue mission in a frenzy, but there was a thin layer of mist above the moving picture. Two globules of white and blue weaved together messily in the mist, like two tangled ropes. There was also a strong black sense of bad luck charging out and pouncing like a berserk, menacing black python… Javier was the only one who was able to see this, as ordinary people could not even see a hint of it, all because of The Grimoire of Five.

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…

She wasn't even trying to sneak a peek, astonishing. "Perhaps you can help me then, I'm searching for a Latin grimoire with a red leather cover, and gold embossed letters," I grin watching her scowling at me a second time, interrupting her reading. "Grimoires are on the far back shelf, on the two bottom shelves, listed by languages," she waves towards the back of the shop. I smile and nod my thanks and head to the back. I kept looking back at her and not once did her eyes travel my way. I was giddy about it. Grabbing a random red grimoire I walked back and set the book on the counter. She looked at it and shook her head.

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."

She grasped it carefully, feeling its weight in her palm, and whispered softly to herself, "This should help." With cautious determination, Dryzza extended her arm toward the grimoire, holding the ruby necklace aloft like a key that might unlock the ancient vines’ grip. The grimoire was lodged deep within the earth, approximately two meters below the surface. Both Esmeralda and Sai moved closer, each of them ready to steady her in case she lost her balance. The air around them seemed to hum with tension, the anticipation palpable. They waited, holding their breath, for any sign that the necklace might trigger the release of the grimoire. Dryzza’s eyes remained fixed on the emerald stone embe

A dimly shimmering mane of long silver-blonde platinum hair flows down the rest of the body still forming as the dark Elf stares at us. “Why you bloody-!” With my body trembling immensely from the convergence of my innate energy and that of the Seal, I attempt an attack the dark Elf’s direction. “I won’t let you take these Grimoires!” I gasp, not because of the enormous explosion of energy, but at the appalling sight of that dark Elf revealing a Grimoire and briefly disappearing right after. The cloudy burst of energy collides with the door. The door remains intact as the smoke fades and I drop my arms upon the seal, the rattling energy seeping out of me as I pant.

A real blasphemy to God. There was no clasp on the choker that looked more like a gold thread, and it was wide enough to pass over my head, so I took off the crown and put on the necklace. When I put on the crown again, I felt the choker curl around my throat, becoming tighter. Soon, it was a necklace whose pendant reached the center of my chest and the hollow circle was immediately filled with a tone of deep magenta. Although, when I passed a finger over the filled circle, I could see that it was nothing more than a cold and colored fog. A sweet and pungent odor hit my stomach as I lowered my head to study the deep and pink color over my black shirt; infernal magic stuck in that necklace. "