Novel & Cerita Why Did Asta Get His Grimoire

“What is it that you want exactly? We never harmed you. We never even knew you existed until Grant. Why put yourself in our crosshairs? What is it that you want exactly?” “Well, that is true that I was flying under the radar for years. Grant is the bastard that brought you to my door step but I have been learning and preparing for years. I wanted revenge but on the world. I was casted aside and shamed by everyone. Now the time has come for me to show them, who they should have invested their time into!” Astra laughed as she walked out of the hut. The cauldron changed colors as a greenish mist started erupting. The vines opened as men carried baskets walked in. I watched as each of them dumpe

Oh. You don’t know me yet, how rude of me. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Anastasia, last name Gastillo. I am an omega to the Grimsborrow pack, or town. We’re really both. My family comes from money, and I’ve never known what it’s like to suffer, or even work for anything. I just had to ask and it was given. That isn’t the case anymore. You see, two weeks ago, I woke up to something horrifying and I haven’t been able to think straight since then. /FLASHBACK/

My hands trembled as I slid down against the side of the building, struggling to catch my breath. What had I just seen? Wolves that weren’t wolves. Astra turning into one of them like it was the most natural thing in the world. And those rogues… they weren’t just after me. They were after this. The journal. I glanced down at it, my fingers tracing the edges of the leather cover. Questions swirled in my mind, each one more impossible than the last. Was Astra okay? Who—or what—had my father been? And why did these creatures care so much about this old book?

But there are so many that they weaken him, and the scarred man seizes the advantage. Desperation claws at me. I have already lost my child. I cannot lose him, too. So I make up my mind. I have to use one of the dark spells. “Valeria! Are you okay?” Grimm slides across the floor, reaching me. “Grimm! I need your help.” “What is it?” “That stone. Get rid of it.” I point to Astra’s glowing hand. “Done,” he says. Shifting mid‑air, he lunges at Astra. Distracted, she doesn’t notice when his teeth take her hand right off until the pain hits her. Not exactly what I had instructed Grimm to do, but it works.

“This is what the dark soul wanted: for us to suffer. This is his way to show how vengeful he is to his brother for putting him inside a gemstone for a long time.” “He is taking away everything to taunt the gods,” Weston concluded. “How about Tobias? I’m the one who killed him.” Agatha pointed a finger on her as I shook my head in disagreement. “No, you didn’t. You did what a normal being would do in the face of danger,” I reasoned out and tried to not let my emotions precede me at this moment. “He’s not dead. Once we get the grimoire my aunt asked for, we can resurrect him.”

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.

I said, bracing myself. She straightened in her seat, looking at me with a triumphant gleam in her eyes. "Ashtar knew that Baltazar had always been an old, conservative fool. That wolf wanted to kill me once, too. He said that drinking my witchy blood would make Ashtar tainted, as if the descendant of the fallen had ever been pure." With a sneer on her lips, she turned her eyes to the window and the crescent moon in the sky. "I guess taking you to the summer estate was yet another way to manipulate you into giving him your blood." Dry laughter escaped my throat. "I would have given it to him if he'd asked me! If he needed to become stronger, all he had to do was ask! Why the fuck would he do

The glow, so small and lasting only a second, that Arlan didn't even catch it. My jaws clenched into a tight set and I leaned away from the gem, straightening up. Astra was certainly my key to what I sought; immortality. "Where is Astra?" "I almost thought your majesty forgot her and that I could quietly eliminate her for your..." A quick glare from me shut Arlan up and made him take a step back. "I didn't mean it, your majesty. I am certainly not eliminating her without your orders." He lowered his head slightly.