How Did Asta Get His Grimoire Novels & Stories

This isn’t about land or profit, it’s about the survival of mankind! I cross the room and pull open the drawer to my desk. The sketch lies folded within, worn at the edges from constant handling. I lift it carefully, reverently. Ash’s face stares up at me from the charcoal lines, haunting and exquisite. He looks otherworldly even on paper. I had to have a new one commissioned from memory. Tara stole my diary and I’d moved the likeness from the Grimoire to my nightstand. Fortunately I have every line of Ash’s exquisite face burned into my memory.

I raised my eyebrows at him and within seconds, the weak crying Laura was replaced with the one who wasn't scared of a fight, even if it's against certain dark lord "I need a specific price, so I can know how much I'm going to pay back," I replied, my voice shaky and knowing fully well that I have no means of paying him back, I was supposed to pay Antonio back but where did that lead me, in the clutches of a man who people call the dark lord. "The point is…. isn't what I bought you with but the fact that you'll be mine till I say otherwise."

After the long, arduous search, the sight of the grimoire finally uncovered stirred something deep inside her—a sense of destiny fulfilled, perhaps, or simply the overwhelming joy of having solved a mystery that had eluded them for so long. "So the grimoire," Sai echoed, almost breathless, "it’s real after all." His tone wavered between disbelief and wonder, as though he still couldn’t fully grasp the reality in front of him. Both Dryzza and Esmeralda turned to look at him, their eyebrows raised in mild surprise. "You didn’t believe any of this, yet you came?" Esmeralda teased, nudging his shoulder playfully. Sai pouted, a bit defensive. "Well, can you blame me?" He crossed his arms, his lip

Aleister said as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “She wouldn’t even let me go to school. My only friend was this old hag.” Angelica elbowed Astra in an attempt to be funny. “Ha, Ha you did know my real age till a few days ago.” Astra rolled her eyes with a dry laugh. “I am extremely thirsty. Can we leave this place?” Aleister asked as his throat began to dry up. “Oh, of course, let's get going.” Astra agreed as she pulled an orb from her bag and tossed it at the closed end of the mausoleum. Once the portal settled, they rushed in.

"We need my grimoire first." Trick hissed in anger. "We don't have time! Dorian could return any minute." He was right, but without my magic book, I'd never find what The Mother was looking for. And I'd never get my payback. "Two minutes," I promised, already moving toward Dorian's private rooms. Luckily, Alpha Dorian Graves was as arrogant as he was cruel. He'd kept my grimoire on his shelves like a trophy, never suspecting that the book itself was a weapon. I grabbed it, feeling the ancient leather warm to my touch, recognizing its owner.

In the universe. There it was, flickering across my mind like a movie that had a bad signal. With a smile, I sent out searching tendrils of magic towards Asta. The thing she was currently wearing had quite a bit of magic of its own. I shuddered at the thought of where they'd gotten the pieces considering what I knew of Iron Serpent and their practices of stealing people. The body had magic and, of course, Asta had magic. But the two were fighting with each other.

I swear the air was chillier there. At the center was an ancient Grimoire opened on a page that said..." Trent took a shaky breath and continued, "Sever your connection to your wolf. The names of all the people who had rid themselves of their wolves were written in blood. Aster’s name and Verbena, our mother’s were on that list." I gasped at the revelation.

I proudly said. It is a black book with an illuminating stone in the middle of it like an evening star. I wrap my arms around it and held it tightly. How I wish Dylan and my family were here to witness my achievement. I'm sure they would be proud of me. A few moments later, the main door of the library opened and Erythaea shows up. "I see that you finally found your grimoire," she is pleased to say. "Yes, I did, and I would like you to meet my grimoire, Vespertine."

## Chapter 127 ice Grimoire Complete **Storm Academy, Utah** **September 8, 2032 – Morning, Library Wing** The Ice Ability Grimoire was finished before breakfast. That was the part that still felt a little unreal, even to Celeste. The final draft had spent the better part of two days moving between her office, Rowan’s console, the ward chamber, and the curriculum hall, but now it sat sealed in a crystal-backed case on the central reading table of the library wing. Pale blue script glimmered along its cover. The binding had been reinforced with frost-silver thread, and the first completed volume gave off a faint, cool resonance that made the air around it feel cleaner somehow.

“Sheila’s such a sweet soul. She doesn't deserve this cruel fate,” And I couldn't agree less. Asula's eyes closed, thinking. And by the time they opened, I knew she had made a decision. “A phoenix blade? It shouldn't be that hard to make, especially now that I know its origin and whose blood runs through its veins,” She hurried to her shelf, lifting her hand to the top shelf where she whispered a few words and a familiar book appeared. The Amnell’s Grimoire.