Adult Ash Ketchum Novels & Stories

I smiled and nodded. “I’ll say,” I said, “It feels like working in the bar was a lifetime ago.” “Well, allow me to formally reintroduce myself. My name is Asher Bowman,” he said holding out his hand and flashing me a charming smile, I took it to shake but he held on to it “I am Alpha of the Crimson Shadow pack,” and then he raised my hand to his lips before kissing it “it is my pleasure to meet you Miss Kaeleigh Buckley,” I tilted my head as I thought on his name, I knew it sounded familiar but again not totally sure where from. It felt like there was something else, other than at the bar, that gave me some sort of flash of memory, but it was gone before I caught it. I had heard names of sev

Sinful doesn't have to fake around anyone. "I apologise that I sent Asher to retrieve you. I'm sure you are familiar with his name, as you look like a Desire Pack member. Am I wrong?" he asks, clasping his hands to his front as he gives me his full attention. He knows full well he isn't wrong.

he asked sounding a tad weak. Ash hummed, "After my mo-the woman hired to play my mother was killed, I wished I could just erase my life, burn it down to nothing", he swallowed, "I didn't tell you the whole story, my grandfather killed or attempted to kill my grandmother when my father was my age, and it's apparently a family, initiation thing", he made a face as if he'd tasted something vile, swallowing he continued, "Obviously my grandmother survived probably using another decoy to protect herself, she, however, couldn't change the way her son ended up thinking, and apparently that man has wires in his brain screwed wrong", he said shaking his head. "If I can't erase who I am, or burn my p

The next morning, a pup was born in a village 3 days walk away. Gray moon. One gray spot. Name: Ash. Ash was different from the start. He didn’t want to tell stories. He wanted to listen to them. Ash grew up quiet. He sat with elders until their voices gave out. He sat with pups until they fell asleep mid-sentence. He sat with warriors who had no words left, just scars. He didn’t speak much. When someone finished a story, he’d touch their moon. And the memory would glow a little brighter. Like he was keeping it warm.

“What was the other realm like? Was it dangerous? Was it beautiful? Did it have cities or forests or—” He paused, as if a new thought had just sparked brighter than the rest. “Oh—and those palm talisman things?” Ash added casually, as if he were asking about a new phone app. “Could I get one of those, too? So I can call her when I have questions.” A beat passed. “Except I want mine in my bicep,” Ash said, performing an arm curl to highlight his point, grin spreading. “You know. Looks cooler.” The car went very quiet.

"I have no idea how he does it or why he does it, but I can't say he doesn't know what he's doing." Asher did a spit take with his coffee and snorted, "Kai? As in that Kai has game?" "Do you happen to know any other Kai's that we don't know about?" Jake shot back and I burst into laughter. "I just mean he doesn't look like a player to me," Asher said clarifying his point. "And I'm asexual but do I look one?" he asked cocking his head. "WHAT!" Asher exclaimed. I was laughing so hard that there was no sound coming out.

However, the serenity was abruptly disrupted by the unmistakable call of his name, "HELLO, ASHER!" Recognizing the voice, Asher's expression shifted from enjoyment to a sudden, marked change. The voice belonged to Elijah Brown, his childhood bestie turned nemesis. Despite the festive ambiance, Asher's mood darkened, and his once-charming smile vanished, replaced by a strong and aloof demeanor.

She was concerned. "Get her out of here." Ash ordered Joshua in an unusual voice, which struck a note deep within Miranda's body. Then turning his vision away completely, Asher released a booming growl and sent his frame into the air. His limbs were suddenly tripled in size, his skin bleeding into long, dark fur. Ash landed on all fours, as he flew over Damien's head, who ducked away from the pouncing wolf at the last second. Ash turned towards the Mayor, and snapped his snout in a menacing manner.

Just then, a small head peeked through the suffocating smoke. “Madam, do you need any help?” someone asked timidly. I forced my eyes open and saw a young boy who was about the same age as my son. He was covered in ash and dirt, but his eyes shone brightly through the smoke. He was so small in size, yet he managed to muster the strength to help me up. Then, together, we slowly made our way outside. The path to the outside was incredibly challenging, and I felt like giving up several times.

I grumble instead, grabbing his shoulder when he’s within reach. "She's not here, is she?" he throws back at me with a smartass tone, "What do you want from me? I was in the middle of something." "I saw some big kids shift into their wolves, you want to go look at them?" I offer. Ash nods with interested eyes and starts looking for them. I guide him by his shoulder to the pups. They're still play-biting each other, "They're probably ten or eleven, just a few years older than you. Are you excited about shifting?"