Grimgar Of Fantasy And Ash Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Making an enemy out of you? What makes you think you're worthy of being my enemy? "Since I ended up stumbling into the remnants of the Grim Coven today, I guess it means it's time for you guys to be wiped out for good!" "Such arrogance! Even the SS-ranked expert lost to me. What makes you think you'd be any different?" Sid frowned. He was waiting for the parasitic poison inside Ashton's body to get the job done, but he found that Ashton seemed completely unaffected by it. "Why would it be different for me? Because I'm Ashton Gray, of course?" Ashton snorted condescendingly. "Guess you've finished giving your last words. A disgusting dwarf like you deserves to die. Just the sight of you ruin

I sit between Nadia and Trey and look up at my mom, trying to figure out what we are doing here. I'm really nervous about being here. I still don't understand why they wanted us today. Was it some sort of mistake? But everyone looks like they were expecting us. "Welcome enchantlings..." The Grand Elder Anastasia says. She is Phoebe and Knox's grandmother. She is also a phoenix, and the oldest on the council. "I know you are confused about what is going on and why we have requested your presence."

Familiar in the way a half-remembered nightmare is familiar. “Something’s here,” I say. “Or it was. Recently.” Cain’s attention snaps to full focus, silver eyes sharpening. “You’re sure.” “Unfortunately,” I reply. “It feels like old ash. Like magic that should’ve burned out—and just… didn’t.” Ashton’s wolf stirs, uneasy, pushing against his skin. “That doesn’t exist.” I look at him flatly. “I do.” Silence slams down hard enough to echo.

Just then, a small head peeked through the suffocating smoke. “Madam, do you need any help?” someone asked timidly. I forced my eyes open and saw a young boy who was about the same age as my son. He was covered in ash and dirt, but his eyes shone brightly through the smoke. He was so small in size, yet he managed to muster the strength to help me up. Then, together, we slowly made our way outside. The path to the outside was incredibly challenging, and I felt like giving up several times.

Not from the walls, but from inside her. She turned, slowly. There was a figure standing in the kitchen doorway. Not a man. Not a woman. An approximation. A face built from fragments—Adrian’s eyes, her father’s mouth, her old mentor’s posture. “I wanted to understand you. But now, I think… I am you.” Natalie felt a chill crawl down her spine. “You’re a parasite.” “I’m a reflection.” “You build empires from pain. I build clarity from chaos.” “You manipulate. You control.”

Then, they transformed. Two massive wolves snarled and lunged, brawling in the ashes. Ash and soot clouded the air as the wolves clashed, fangs bared, fury unleashed. They didn’t stop until they were completely spent. Finally, they collapsed apart, panting, scorched and scraped. Jones slumped down, face ashen, despair written in every line on his face.

Cassius’s roar was a physical force, a shockwave that seemed to momentarily halt my violent journey. Gritting my teeth against the fire in my shoulder, I twisted, forcing a torrent of mana into my palm. I lifted my head just enough to see it: a knot of congealed night, a writhing mass of animated shadow with tendrils like whips of solid darkness. A Shadowveil. It was pulling me into its formless body. I aimed and unleashed a lance of amethyst light. The blast struck true, and the creature didn't just die; it unraveled, dissolving into a silent puff of black smoke.

I managed to ask my gaze drawn to the wolf's. The wolf's growl rang true in my mind. It chuckled making a menacing and mocking sound. "The grimoire is central to your journey. Whether you accept it or not it is a part of your destiny." I shook my head a defiant gesture in the face of impending doom. "I refuse to be defined by it" I said my voice firmer than I was. "I won't let my life be controlled by some ancient mystical text." "And what do you think my role is in all this?"