Does Asta Lose His Arm Novels & Stories

This wasn’t the same Astin who used to be head over heels for her. She stayed in her room for over an hour, unsure of what to say if she had to face him again. Hunger eventually drove her to leave her room, just as Astin was also coming out. Their eyes met briefly. She smiled at him, hoping for even a small sign in return. But he didn’t smile back; he just walked past her. The scent of his fresh shower gel lingered. He was well dressed, clearly preparing to leave the house. He had shaved, looking clean and polished again. This time, his muscled arms were visible through his fitted clothes, shaped by his years as a soldier. Her heart raced as she noticed a long scar on his arm. She felt a pan

But Austin’s hand clamped around my wrist, his grip desperate, almost trembling. “Babe, seriously, this isn’t funny. W-why are you suddenly acting like this?” he stammered, his voice sounding shaky and strained as his eyes watered. With pure effort, I pulled my hand free, ignoring the way my skin tingled. I didn’t even care about the flashes of cameras or the whispers, the way everyone seemed to be recording every second. All my attention was tunneled down to Austin. Then I leaned in, close enough that my breath touched his ear, and whispered: “Did you have fun screwing with my stepmother?”

Aster also received a call from Robin saying that he missed him. He also asked him to visit him at the Fritzgerald family’s mansion. Aster was puzzled. Robin had always been ruthless. Pigs would have to start flying before he asked Aster to go back and visit him because he suddenly had a stroke of familial love. But he did not know what Robin was plotting, and it would not be good for him either if he did not go back. He had not become fully independent at the moment, and he was not strong enough to fight against Robin yet.

He had a job to finish. Astria whimpered as shook as her body slid limply into the mossy ground, what had she done? The world seemed strange and unusual to Astria as she pealed her eyes open, the tree before her charred and covered with ash. She couldn’t remember what had happened the night before, only that she had experienced a pain that would be with her for the rest of her life.

Olive cried, her hands holding tightly unto his paralyzed arms. But Calor was shaking his head. Why was his shaking his head when her mate was going?! “Help him!” she screamed. Astra was looking at her mate, her eyes spilling rage. “Save him, Calor,” she ordered, her voice very authoritative. “He'll never remain the same,” Calor muttered. “Better that than we lose him or both of them,” Astra argued. “I can't do this,” Calor muttered again. “Yes, you can!” Both Olive and Astra scolded.

she stopped talking, "it's like since you've been away, nothing can faze them!" "Just give me some names, Anastasia. It's the only way I can assist you," I pleaded, cautiously inching closer to her as if she might explode right before me. “Sorry, A, but I can’t do that.” Anastasia finally broke down in front of me, tears streaming down her face. I pulled her into a comforting embrace, but she quickly pulled away, her expression a mix of discomfort and pain, as if hiding something deeper. "My bad," I muttered as she wiped away her tears. In one swift move, I lifted the back of her shirt, revealing handprints and a number 4 etched into her skin—marks that would undoubtedly leave scars. She tri

“What’s yours?” “I’m the temporary alpha of the streak here,” he said slowly after the barista left. “We were at war with another streak in the area. I was actually imprisoned and tortured by them for months. After I finally escaped, I learned that most of the streak that abducted me had been destroyed. We’re currently in the process of determining if we’ve completely wiped them out.” Her gaze drifted to his missing arm, and then quickly flicked to his face as she caught herself. “Yes, that’s how I lost the arm. And where I got most of the scars on my body.”

He trained under the grandmaster from a young age and he put a lot of hard work into it, yet he could not even take a slap from Kaze? Unfortunately, it was a cold hard fact. He was defenseless against Kaze’s slap. “My hand!” Astral realized he could no longer lift his hand. His entire arm felt numb and he lost control of it. Due to his overwhelming pride, he refused to surrender. He supported himself with his left hand and got up on his feet for another round. However, Kaze appeared before him with another slap. Slap! Before Astral could get up, he was slapped again and he was sent sliding away on the lawn.

He must not let the log go. “Are you both okay?” Astell asked. Nadia nodded her head while crying. “I am fine. But his father is missing.” Astell looked at Cassius and saw the boy crying. “I couldn’t see him. I can’t see him, what to do?” Cassius cried. Astell felt the pain in his heart. No one wanted this to happen, either him. However, they must stay strong to survive. “Argh!” Astell groaned. The current kept on pulling the log that the two kids are hugging. He gawked at his hand which was grabbing the branch and saw his palm bleeding.

A loud crack sounded and Bernard fell heavily under Aster. "Call Vorlyk; his back is broken." Aster shifted to human and managed to get the words past his bloodied lips. Aster crawled several feet away and rolled to his side, facing her. "I challenge." There was no place on his body without blood, bruises, or teeth marks. Esta had had enough. She marched toward him, fury in every cell in her body. From the corner of her eye, she saw Vorlyk feeding from Bernard. Aster struggled to his knees, weaving back and forth like a punching bag in slow motion.