Romans & histoires Why Did Asta Get His Grimoire

She saw his death and marriage to her before they ever met each other. Astra has spent her entire life running from magic but when her visions begin to haunt her, embracing her roots seem like the smartest choice. Nathan is the golden boy in college; the captain of the lacrosse team, and the guy every girl wants to date, but has no idea that a beast is lying asleep in him. Astra accidentally unlocks the beast and life as Nathan knew suddenly changes. She realizes she has to embrace her magic and rise to her full potentials if she doesn't want to lose him. However, embracing her powers comes with more consequences than she has ever thought and the truth of Nathan's and Astra's fut

I wonder which. I'm sitting in front of him across the room and Nick was on the other side, standing because no seat was left available. "Thank you for coming, Alpha Aiden. I'm-" " Let's head to the point. Why am I needed here?" He looked at my eyes and bowed again after seconds. I saw Nick leaned on the wall and I turned my head back to Titus. He's looking at me again. "I apologize for delaying the report about your stealer mate -I mean- Luna Ashira. I wanted to tell you sooner but I had a deal with her. My intentions are good but I know the outcome was otherwise."

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."

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.

" As Ashton finished speaking, his face twisted with greed. Ignatius stood frozen. He could not accept that these words had come from his beloved grandfather. Ashton had made his choice willingly. When he discovered a way to extend his life, he cared little for the fate of his descendants. All he desired was to live—and to be young again! Ashton's eyes darted nervously as his hand crept behind his back, ready to seize his replacement vessel. But he froze mid-motion. He believed his covert move had gone unnoticed, but Aria had already secured copper coins to his wrist with a fine thread. The thread, enchanted to react to even the slightest movement, tightened its grip. In that instant, Ashton

"My superiors decreed that it was his lifeline, his trial. But I couldn't allow him to suffer more than necessary. I did everything I could so that Carter would never leave him; I influenced his loyalty so he would stay by his side in the wheelchair, so that love wouldn't die in the tragedy. My only mistake was believing the Thornes' pain would remain human." Uriel took a step toward the demon, his eyes blazing. "How did you get here, Astaroth? Who opened the door for you?" "The desperation of the living is the best map for us," Astaroth replied with a shrug. "His parents brought in a woman, the shaman Griselda. She is from a forbidden lineage, one that isn't afraid to get its hands dirty. G

“I took—“ “Took what?” Elysia asked, edging me on. “I took the forbidden grimoire of Ancient spells of Bloodthorn and cast a spell.” Astra’s eyes snapped immediately to me, “What did you just say?” “I took a forbidden —“ She cuts me, “I heard that part.” “Hold up, if a book is forbidden why did you have and use it? Isn’t it supposed to not be reachable? And why is it forbidden anyway?” Elysia shrugged as she asked.

She awaited my command, not his. "Well, isn't that unfortunate," Astaroth groaned, shaking his head, his voice dripping with exasperation. "It seems she's bonded with you... damn beast," he added. But his words felt false, theatrical even. I met his gaze, standing taller, the fire of defiance burning in my chest. Memories—blurred and fragmented—flooded back: secret meetings, pain, and suffering, deals sealed with darkness, betrayal, and rejection. The rejection was a lie; I knew that now. But the sting of that false rejection still echoed in my heart.

When I thought that he would just leave and try to settle things with his father, he stood there and said a bunch of trash. "This is the first time I am–" "You're a witch, do it's only natural for you to lie anyway you can. But you should know that I have no interest at all to let you come anywhere close to my body." He spat on me and stormed out. Getting more confused and shaky ad the second went by on that floor, I took one last glance around the awful quiet place then pushed myself up to my feet. "What do I do now that I've been ordered to send the grimoire to central pack? And how do I avoid not birthing any special heir?"

He had been enduring abstinence for many years just for the sake of showing his loyalty to that one person. He had grown older, only for his heart to turn into stone because he imagined only being with her. And never would he have thought that she was standing many times in front of him, for so long. _ During the time when Asty and her Father had set off to find herbs in the woods, nightfall had approached and both decided to head home to cross the fence, which was the village's only protection from the wolves.