Novel & Cerita Why Did Asta Get His Grimoire

“Captain Likaya, you have been selected lead Lictor Squad due to your mastery of the skill known as the arcane eye, every .ember of this unit has mastered the ability and they would benefit from your leadership. The success of this mission relies on your new squad following the arcane emitter’s trail, the mission requires that at least the journal be recovered in any case. Is that clear Captain?” “Yes sir, I’ll do everything I can to complete our objectives.” She confirmed, giving him a slight nod. Aster had served for nearly three years, unremarkable compared to others. But still enough for her to encounter hundreds if not thousands of personalities and archetypes. As a student of anthropol

Suddenly, Oliwen raised his hand and he said: “Me!” “Oliwen? Alright, but you should be careful, the Domin’s citizens are not friendly at all.” Oliwen: “...” “About the prophecy…” Pure waved her hand, and a crystal globe appeared “We should take a look at this globe.” When she’d just finished talking, a sudden light appeared in the room. Then the room was covered with a strange light. That kind of light made the room special. A dim picture appeared on the globe… That is a village, a village in the human world. A boy standing in the alley with a beggar…Then a small beautiful star fell on top of the boy. A series of deep breaths resounded from everyone in the room.

Holy shit. Is my father a werewolf? I look at Ava, but she’s not reacting. I think I’m learning how to keep some thoughts to myself. Something deep within me was always connected to the moon. I thought it had to do with The Harlow Witches. My ancestors. “Harlow!?” Ava quickly covers her mouth in shock. So she was listening. “Yeah, I’m a Harlow.” I lick my lips. They feel chapped. I go to reach into my console, but Ava beats me to it. She takes the cap off my lip balm, and puts it on my lips herself. “Just focus on the road Aster Harlow.” I do just that.

A part of her recognized him, and for reasons she couldn’t explain, it hadn’t felt like a betrayal to save him. “Why are you in my forest?” Lia asked, her voice sharp. “You’re far from home, pureblood.” His gaze flickered to the satchel lying beside him. He reached for it with slow, deliberate movements. “I came for the Heart of the Greykin.” Lia’s eyes widened, her heart skipping a beat. The **Heart**. The mythic artifact that had haunted her people’s legends for centuries. It was said to have the power to break the curse of the Greyskin—though no one truly knew where it was.

The answers they sought were here, and Asha wasn’t leaving without them. At the far end of the room, a massive stone pedestal held a collection of scrolls, books, and documents. As Asha stepped forward, her eyes scanned the papers scattered across the pedestal, her fingers brushing against them. She could feel the weight of history in the air—these were the records that detailed the true nature of the Blood Pact. Her fingers froze on one particular document, the title written in old script that she could barely decipher. But the words that caught her eye sent a chill down her spine: “Soulbone Imprint—The Key to Ancestral Awakening.”

I had no intention of becoming the eleventh. I paced around Adonis's sickbed like a madman, desperately searching my mind for any scroll or spell that could save him. Then, it hit me. I remembered the grimoire I’d stolen from my old pack before my exile. It contained all kinds of dark spells and incantations—and one of them was exactly what I needed. During one of my earlier medical checks, I had managed to swipe a piece of Adonis's parchment from his desk. But to actually perform the spell, I needed something far worse: a piece of his skin.

Dear Wise Grandma, My name is Princess Anatonia of Astora, daughter of King Albus and Queen Amera. I snuck out of the castle last night at 12 hoping to come here to a land different than my own. While we were on the ship Raven(one of the maids I brought with me) said she knew why maybe my parents wanted me not to go off the island, but to make sure she said we needed to visit you. On our way to your hut Raven, Bella(another maid I brought with me), Tony, and Leo(both knights in training) got captured by people we don’t know. Right now I am all alone sitting in tree writing to you. I found out I have this strange power to hear and respond to people's thoughts and make quill and parchment appe

“So, this is it? You’re just going to throw me away like nothing?” Grant’s gaze was cold now, his words final, as though the decision had been made long before this moment. “I, soon-to-be Alpha of Rivermoon Pack, reject you, Astraia. As my mate. As my Luna.” His voice was steady, unwavering, but it carried with it an underlying sorrow, a sadness that mirrored my own pain, though I was sure it was only there because he was regretting the cruelty of his words, not the choice itself.

His expression? Blank. Not regretful. Not apologetic. Not even remorseful. Just late. He strode to the altar like he owned the earth beneath it and stood beside me without so much as a nod. The priest, clearly rattled, began his blessings. I tried to look straight into his eyes, but I couldn't, and he also didn't. My hands were shaking. "Do you, Princess Anastasia of Skybound Pack, take Alpha Enzo….." I don’t want this. But what other choice do I have? My silence would humiliate the entire pack. My defiance would destroy Riley. My refusal… could start a war.

“What helped was the fact that our father never kept any secrets from my mother. He told her everything that was happening and in turn whenever we talked, she would tell me. Now in her defence she had no idea what I was planning, to her she was simply making small talk with her son. You know I know I wanted to overthrow you, but I didn't know how yet but then I met someone. Astrid, I met her in Budapest, she was a witch that practised the black arts and just like me she was thrown out of her coven because of what she chose to practice. We bonded over that and then I opened up to her about my plans and she told me that there was a way, a way to get what I wanted. She told me that there was a