The Grishaverse Novelas e Histórias

Lilith was right, when the wards came down, everyone in the hunters realm would know of there arrival. The ground shook under our feet as Lilith cut through the last strands of the portal, allowing Lysander and myself to cross over the borders. The sound of glass shattering to the floor, and buildings creaking under the sudden movement beneath them was enough of an alarm, that they would soon be besieged by warriors.

It was as if she was invisible because the Griffin Guards and Vampire Warriors failed to notice her as she passed by. Zornoxphere was a large empire with three kingdoms – Bardovia, where vampires reign; Griffindelle, the home of the griffins; and Zaldigore, the domain of werewolves. It was not complicated to tell the kingdoms apart at all since all three are located in the empire’s north, east, and west part respectively. Dwarves, witches and wizards, on the other hand, lived together in a smaller area of Zornoxphere called Moldengork. It was at the southern part of the empire, and also the closest to Nardovoa. Fortunately for Elise, a longer flight was not necessary due to the close proximi

" My body was covered in frostbite. I had barely survived the blizzard, yet all he cared about was whether the samples were intact. I turned my head to avoid his fist and looked at him coldly. "You just shattered your precious samples on the ice, Lucas." Hearing my words, his expression froze, before his gaze followed mine straight towards the shards that were scattered across the ice. After a long moment, he spoke, his voice shuddering, "You'd better pray that there are other samples left, or else…" He shot me a vicious glare, then released me and climbed into another vehicle. The warmth from the car heater brushed over my body. Feeling strength slowly return to my arms, I finally allowed m

ZANE’S POV The rink was my sanctuary, the only place where the world’s noise dulled to a low hum. My skates carved the ice, each stride a desperate bid to outrun the chaos in my head. The Blizzard’s practice facility echoed with the sharp crack of pucks and the shouts of teammates, but I barely heard them. My mind was a storm—Lila Harper’s hazel eyes, her defiant mouth, the way she’d shuddered under me last night.

I growled savagely, and the God of Death only laughed sinisterly in response. The God of Death closed the portal to the world of the dead. He also teleported the two of us to the border of the forbidden forest. What I had just seen still devastated me. Although this world was dark, I knew that the two of us would find our way out together. “I knew that my destiny as a tribrid would have a terrible impact on the werewolf world. But I never thought that my dreadful fate would harm so many people.” Grace exhaled harshly while massaging her forehead.

Adrian looked at Lionel, who nodded and said, "It's true. Her illness comes from a kind of poisonous herb. What's more, she’s been cooped up in her room for too long. It deteriorated her health." "Can she still be cured?" Adrian asked. Grisha's eyes lit up. Ever since marrying Sebastian, she rarely had the chance to leave her room. "If there's no way to cure me, give me more poison. I can't endure this any longer,” she said. "There is a way to cure you," Lionel said hesitantly, "I can dispel the poison in your body, but I can't heal your heart. You will still be very weak." Adrian gazed at Grisha. Her skin was smooth, not at all like someone in her fifties. Her skin was fair, but she was pai

Third pov In the depths of the forest, beyond the sacred border stones of Nora’s territory, Erebus gathered with his followers. The flames of their hidden campfire crackled, casting twisted shadows on their clothes and faces. Each of them bore the mark of Griffin—an ancient rune burned onto their wrists in blood and secrecy. Erebus’ eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “She’s grown strong,” he murmured, “but the stronger she becomes, the more vulnerable she is. The orb is waking, and she’s too naïve to control it.”

It was uniquely crafted, shaped like three sets of a curvy triangle with three pointed stars made from metal rings all joined together at a center. “That's a shakra. A magical object weapon used by Grishan witches,” Triss slit her palm and pressed the blood against the wall with a few markings, and instantly, a small part of the wall shifted and she took out a book. It was familiar. The one I'd seen when I first came to the spell room. The Book of Shadows and Magic. I read out the name internally. Strangely, I couldn't take my eyes off the book until Triss returned it back to the wall and sealed it magically just as she'd retrieved it.

Why in Horus do they need him? There’s only one way to find out. That night, after the children are put to bed on the breezy sleep porch of the house, Grandfather slips out to his personal transport and keys for a destination far away. He’s completely unaware that I’m aboard, watching in excitement. The trip takes hours… it’s hard for a child to hold their bladder. Grandfather has to stop a few times, and I take full advantage- grateful that he’s a lot slower than me- before scuttling back to the transport. I notice that we’re headed to the mountains. There are a few mountains in our world, but this particular range is the only one that seems perennially shrouded in mist at the summit. It lo

Flowing the land and filling to the streams of the connecting river. Death! Bodies are piled high like the mountain. Scattered the once happy lands. Screams! They are louder every passing time. Piercing into everyone's ears from afar. Even the strongest of foes must quiver at the sound. Ash! It’s falling from the sky and onto the ground, scorching the land. Gone are the trees and fields. The once earthy and breezy place has decayed. Darkness! The sun has not risen since the war started. All lands have been cursed. One can not tell whether it's night or day unless you tap into the source of the cause. The energy of the dark witch Ophelia and this was only the beginning.