Novel & Cerita Why Did Asta Get His Grimoire

"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.

"The Heartstone isn't just a relic. It's tied to our bloodline. The ritual to mend it requires a healer-wolf like you. We'd go to the sacred grove at midnight, under the full moon. You'd channel your light through the stone while I... anchor you. With blood. Our blood mingled. It would bind us closer, sister. Make us whole again. The pack would be saved. The children—" He reached out again, his hand grazing my arm once more, his fingers curling around my wrist this time. "You'd be their miracle. My miracle." Pain lanced through my skull like lightning. I gasped, staggering back as Astraea lashed out mentally, her presence a whirlwind of fury. 'Wrong,' she snarled, her voice echoing so loud i

She muttered. "Who?" He asks in a frighteningly serious tone. "It's not his fault, really," Aster replies, mentally slamming her head against an imaginary wall, having just realized the kind of implications that having a guy bothering her has. Aster was expecting a scolding from Xavier. But instead, he remained silent. Staring down at the floor, seemingly deep in thought, "Lemon." "What?" He sighs, "Never mind." He rummages through his bag, looks around and hands over a light blue notebook, "I'm gonna need it back after lunch, make sure you make a few changes. I'll get going."

Until he reached near the end: Marco DeSanti – Shared Sky (Sun and Moon) Symbol: Shattered Wheel Status: Claimed Alessandro felt a lump in his throat. He had taken Marco’s life. In the chapel, during the eclipse. It wasn’t merely punishment; it was part of something bigger—a ritual. He kept turning the pages. In transit Symbol: Withheld Event: Incomplete No name. No status. He flipped the page and hesitated. The last entry was sealed with wax, marked by a black seal that bore the same symbol the priestess had drawn in Marco’s blood.

As though trying to decide whether kindness was still possible. Finally... She lowered her hand. The black vines loosened. One by one... They unwound from Astar's body before retreating into the frozen earth. The blossoms disappeared with them. Astar collapsed onto his knees. Heaving. His face had become ghostly white. He clutched the snow beneath him with shaking hands. For a long moment... No one moved. No one breathed. Grey wanted to run to Maya. To pull her safely behind Stormfang's living walls.