Rias Grimoire Novels & Stories

“I believe you’re not doomed enough, imposter Eve. If you are, you wouldn’t have the luxury to speak anything.” “Doomed? I’m not even touched. If you think this is enough to bring me down, then y’all need to try harder. But I Genevieve Bret Gray will not back down. With every pain that you cause me, I’ll return two times. With every jab, I pass back two.” “That’s all you know how to do. Bluff.”

I said immediately after closing the door. “Heck, now you have trust issues,” I thought aloud. Grimoire left his hiding place again and opened before me. “A gum drop and… gum?” I asked, surprised. I held on to Grimoire and understood why. Like a short trance, Grimoire explained that I couldn’t cast spells but I could make potions and enchant objects with his help. “Very well then, let’s get on with this.” “Kalorik noximus (nocturnal revitalization),” I read aloud.

However, I couldn't and sighed. “I can’t tell you everything,” I said. "But I need to know who his witch is. It’s important.” She stared at me for a long moment, her expression unreadable. “Anderson…” “Cara, please,” I said, my voice harder now. “Just tell me what you know.” Last night, I was trying to figure out how to remove the ring from Sarah’s finger when I suddenly remembered an old grimoire I had come across years ago. The grimoire detailed blood magic and binding rituals.

detested crying and displaying my weakness; it was never a flattering appearance for me. I’ve always learnt to use my suffering as a source of strength. However, I found it difficult to maintain a harsh exterior at the moment. Dimitri let out a low growl that I heard. When I looked up at him, he was quivering with utter anger. It was Dimitri who said,“Bloody imbecile! If that bastard wasn’t dead I would kill him myself.” He took it quite seriously. “I wasn’t even sad when he was killed to be honest. A monster found me, the red dragon, he killed the bastard first before burning the entire house to the ground. That was when I fled town.” I remarked as I looked back at the residence. Let’s sim

She ran her fingers along the spines, the gold lettering cool against her skin. Drawn in by the sheer volume, she hesitantly pulled a book from the shelf, a slim volume bound in dark blue leather. The title was etched in silver: The Royal Grimoire of Sacred Oaths. She opened it, her eyes skimming the ornate calligraphy, the intricate diagrams filled with arcane symbols.

Rita The air in the hidden wing of the library was thick with the scent of aged parchment and something deeper—magic, old and restless. Rita trailed her fingers along the spines of the grimoires, each one humming under her touch like a sleeping beast. "This one," Derek murmured, pulling a heavy tome bound in cracked leather. "It’s been calling to you since we walked in." Rita took it, the moment her skin met the cover, a shudder ran through her.

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.”

If she'd hidden something important, it wouldn't be easy to find. It took three hours before I discovered the false bottom in her wardrobe. My fingers trembled as I pried up the wooden panel. Underneath lay three leather-bound grimoires, their covers marked with symbols I didn't recognize. Protection wards hummed around them, but they recognized my blood and let me pass. I pulled out the first grimoire and opened it. My mother's handwriting filled the pages, hurried and desperate. Notes about containment spells, blood magic, sealing rituals. And one phrase repeated over and over.

To a hidden passage. "Here," he said, pressing a stone. It swung inward, revealing stairs. We descended. The chamber was massive. Shelves lined every wall. Books. Scrolls. Artifacts. And in the center, on a stone pedestal— A book. Leather-bound. Ancient. Pulsing with dark magic. "The Grimoire of Bonds," I breathed. Marcus nodded. "Everything she knew. How to create them. Break them. Control them." I reached for it. The moment my fingers touched leather, pain exploded through my arm.

​SOMEWHERE BEYOND THE MOON KINGDOM ​The hidden stone chamber was silent, save for the steady drip of water from the ancient ceiling. ​A single tallow candle burned softly beside a heavy, weather-worn table. A hand wearing a dark leather glove reached out and placed a polished silver bracelet upon the wood. ​Beside the metal band lay an ancient, leather-bound grimoire. Stamped directly into the faded leather cover was the emblem of a black crescent. ​The unseen figure opened the heavy book. Several pages had been violently torn from the spine, leaving jagged edges behind. ​A long, gloved finger traced down a column of faded Latin script, stopping over a specific line of text: