Wizard King Grimoire Novels & Stories

He seems to be in pain and I wish I can soothe the ache but he has to go through this to get what he desires the most. Sir Wicker picks up the crown–a modern circlet of platinum and silver, embedded with the ancient lunar stone at its center. He moves towards Damian, the last step to seal his position as Alpha. “With the power invested in me as the grand Warlock of Cryptid, I hereby proclaim Damian Crypthil as—” “Stop right there!!” a thundering voice bursts through the hallway and the lights are turned on at once. Whispers and murmurs of confusion fill the air and I squint, trying to adjust my vision to the sudden brightness.

The crown hummed a lullaby in Romanian, Welsh, German, Japanese, and cabbage-scented love. Celeste Valentina Morua—14-year-old white-blonde Blood Wizard, Level 1, Crown equipped

"You won't last a day in the Wood of a Thousand Deaths without an amulet or some sort of enchantment. But without my wand, I can't conjure it out of thin air anymore, so we have to find my grimoire first." "Your grimoire?" "Are you hard on hearing?" Vasilisa said with an arch of her perfect eyebrow. "If I'm not mistaken, the grimoire is kept in the Hall of Sirins." "Please, don't tell me it's a great big book on a stand with funny handwriting in it and black leather cover," Cassandra said sarcastically, but Vasilisa seemed taken aback by her knowledge. "How do you know that?" she said. "Oh yes, I forgot. You're a seer."

Chapter 4 *The Wizard Kingdom, The Central Coven Of Wizardry.* Queen Griselda, the Witch of the Central Coven, sat in her golden chair looking at the five sons of Zed who were utterly beaten up and bloody from the fight last night. She stood up, paced a little, and then sat back down, took a look at the wizard beside her, and shook her head in disappointment. "You had one simple instruction, and that was to bring Prince Jaden to me."

It would keep him from committing murder and he’d never have to see that hurt look in her eyes that he’d seen when she’d realized he’d taken Kit out. “Speaking of not being gentlemen, I love human women.” Jaded chuckled. “There is something that makes me so hard when I see them. I don’t know if it is because they are so different from our females or if it is because they are just so different from us.” Cedar laughed. “I am hard right now watching the human I danced with before I came to the table. I’m still having fantasies about her small hands brushing over my

The sanctuary was blocked in by thick walls, huge trees and ceiling with solid rocks. The moon princess stared at the steep stairs she'd come to despise because they always messed with her dress. Lukas simply forwarded his hand towards her, and she didn't seem to complain, voluntarily following him to the other side. Her step mother's temple was the first building they came across, modest compared to the temple of her husband but no less powerful in her eyes, pulsing with the ancient sigils and seals meant to keep immortals away. They were invisible to the eyes of the humans or any devilish creatures for that matter.

After the Prince helped every one of them, he stood in front of them and took a bow. "Greeting to all our noble ladies, I am glad to meet you all. I am Prince Deimos Montigomeri, I am thankful for your safety. We are glad that you are here to attend our selection, you may enjoy staying here and feel this like your home." The Prince smiled again, all of them smiled back and took an elegant bow.

James smiled calmly and asked, “Sir Mordecai, do you want to play a game with me?” Mordecai chuckled sinisterly. “Heaven as the chessboard, stars as the pieces. You and I will become the game itself. How about a wager?” James raised an eyebrow. “I like gambling. What’s the stake?” Mordecai spread out one hand, revealing a shimmering pen and a scroll radiating black and white light. “These are the treasures of the last twenty halls of Wuia Palace, as well as each of the ten halls to the east and west. Isn’t that why you’re here?”

We were directed to following and being escorted by several guards toward Gildre, who as I learnt along the way, was the King’s personal Wizard. He was in the nearby building, which was great because I was honestly getting a little exhausted from walking everywhere. That’s when the knights said that he resided at the top of a swirling staircase. Maybe there really was a curse trying to kill me. At the top of the stairs was a large room, filled with books and brewing potions of various colors. It was gloriously bright from the open windows. In the middle of the chaos was a desk, where a man, perhaps around forty years of age, sat reading as we interrupted. He stood upon seeing the guards with

“Yes. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect myself and the pack.” “Good.” She turns, pulling a darker, more worn grimoire from a shelf. The book thuds ominously on the table, dust motes swirling in the air. “This is the King family grimoire, passed from one Luna to the next. It contains spells that are not for the faint-hearted. You will learn to bind, to curse, and if necessary, to destroy.” I nod, feeling the gravity of what I’m about to learn. It’s a stark departure from the light, defensive magic Kris taught me, but necessity dictates I adapt.