Rias Grimoire Novels & Stories

He stared at his phone waiting for a message from either Angelo or Javier. Roman was going offended. "Are you ignoring me because I have the Grimoire?" And suddenly, surrounded by fire, the golden Grimoire materialized on his grip.

He said. Season 2 ended here! Author note: Hello everyone!! Please continue to read ARCANUM because, there will be a side story which about Steven and Nicolai. See you on Season 3!!!

It’s almost as if they were branded into the fabric. Green. What does green mean? Why is everything about her green? Then something hits me. “You!” I don’t shout, but I am heard loud and clear. “It’s your grimoire I found in the library.” “What! “Skylar, what are you talking about?” Gentry and Elena say together. “I found a dark green Grimiore in Lucas’ library. I thought it was odd to have a second one in the pack and it is older than mine.”How long have you been coming into the pack?”

Randall was about to reprimand her for barging in when she interrupted him, uttering the very words that made Randall's world come to a standstill. "The Grimoire of The Ancient is missing, Alpha Randall. We have a big problem." *** Alpha Randall, Kellan, Aldric, Merikh, Klara, and, of course, Visha all stood in total silence, that you could hear their very own heartbeats in the courtroom. The heaviness was so thick, thick enough to steal the breath from their lungs. The Grimoire of The Ancient is an ancient book passed down from generations in the Blood Crescent pack. It contains all the ancient battle strategies, sacred knowledge, and unique, powerful spells known only to the Alphas of the

His arms tighten around my waist, “So when I saw the Grimoire, I knew it was risky to touch.” His voice is slow as he continues, “Grimoires are often spiritually bound to their owners. Even if Eleanor’s cloaking protects us from detection, it doesn’t stop the Matriarch from sensing her own Grimoire being touched by someone.” His voice hums calmly in my mind. “Though I wasn’t sure still… I was just planning ahead, just in case” I suck in a breath. “So when I opened the book—” “—she felt it, and rushed here” he finishes. “So I knocked over the book and released the rat.”

If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black. The feeling of the pendant against her skin was both grounding and empowering. The cool touch of the silver filigree and the smooth surface of the gemstone provided a tactile reminder of her connection to her heritage and the protection it offered. The runes and symbols etched into the silver felt cool against her skin, their presence reassuring her that she was protected and that her powers were being kept in check.

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.

“Gemma’s locking down the borders. No one gets in or out until we find the source.” The source. My stomach twisted. I already knew. My mother’s grimoire had a warning scrawled in her hand, Moonwater turned black is not nature’s doing. It’s a curse wearing poison’s face. “I can fix this,” I said before I could stop myself. Damon turned sharply. “Ivy..” “I said I can fix it.” I was already moving toward the apothecary tent. My hands shook as I pulled the ancient grimoire from my satchel.

Now, only power spoke. Gloria knelt first, laying a talon-shaped blade across her knees. Its hilt was carved from bone that pulsed faintly in the darkness, like a heartbeat echoing through the ground. The air grew colder around her, coiling like serpents, and her lips moved without sound. The frost crawling along her skin wasn’t entirely natural; it was the blade calling to her, the spirits whispering their obedience.

The creature’s breathing was shallow, its body trembling with pain. Her fingers brushed against its fur, and she was taken aback by the spark of recognition. Her wrist-mark flared to life under her sleeve, a sharp, searing heat running down her arm. The wolf’s body twitched in response. She looked down at her own hand, the mark glowing faintly. **No.** It was impossible. The mark of the Greykin. It had not burned this fiercely in years. The wolf’s chest rose and fell in strained breaths, and Lia’s mind raced. She couldn’t leave him here. Not like this.