Ahs: Asylum Characters Novels & Stories

“Hello again, Ashley.” Elena Voss.

So I stormed to his cabin and went inside only to find the aroma of it so relishing in peace. "Hello?" "Who are you?" Someone barked from the other side, almost making my ears go bleed at any moment. "Hello? this is Ashley, from Jensen's Industries," my voice was as fragile as a full equipped balloon, it was shattered too into many pieces that I couldn't even understand what was wrong with me!

And somewhere out there, Asher was searching—unaware of how much had changed. How much Chloe had changed. ```

Right after posting it, while I was still reading comments mocking me for putting on a tough front, I saw Immortal Ashes Team’s official account tag me in a post, openly standing by my side. "The crowd follows the herd. The strong walk alone. Those who don’t know how to cherish what they have will lose it. Ash Mercer, we stand with you. IA will always be your strongest backing."

"This is Nova. Play nice. I like her." The one with tousled sandy hair and a nose that had clearly been broken at least twice gave a crooked grin. "She's got that haunted-librarian-who-secretly-kills vibe. I like it." "Ignore Milo," Elle said. "He's been dropped on his head. Recently." "Once," Milo said with a shrug. "Just... really hard." The boy beside him with sharp cheekbones and easy confidence straightened. "I'm Ash. This is Rael," he nodded toward the quiet, stone-faced one with pale eyes, "and Milo, who loses most of our spars but wins at never shutting up."

" I was about to fall to my knees again. I would have. The pride and dignity I'd had walking in here had been gone for hours. I just wanted my father back in my arms. That was when the noise hit the house. A black SUV came through the front gate, straight into the living room. The floor-to-ceiling windows shattered. Glass flew everywhere. Through the dust, the driver's side door was thrown open. A tall figure stepped out, backlit. I could not see her face. I knew her from the way she carried herself. Cassia Wynn. The fear and grief I had been holding in broke loose the moment I saw her.

I made my way through the dark corridors of the dungeon, my heart burning with a desire for revenge. I had been betrayed by Luciana, the very person I thought was my friend and ally. But now, I was determined to make her pay with her blood. I reached the cell where Sam and Morris were being held, and I could see the fear in their eyes as they looked up at me. "Who are you?" they chorused together. "The spirit that has been haunting you. I am Ashley, the Luna you all killed." They were white with horror and their teeth clattered in an attempt to speak.

She had to stop him from learning what she was now certain was true. Mia Thompson was Elena Ashford. And if Nikolai proved it, Cassandra would lose everything.

~ARIEL~ I was finally back at home with Ashton's family after several grueling days spent with the Soul Keepers, during which I was constantly bombarded with their relentless orders and directives. I was exhausted from the constant demands. Being forced to endure their presence, witnessing Ashton and Hazel together every moment—it all drained me emotionally and physically. It felt as though life harbored a deep resentment against me, possibly justified given the lies I had spoken to Ashton and his family—the people who had warmly embraced me into their lives, offering genuine kindness and trust despite my deceit.

Ashley said in a low voice that made me pause, "I have some rather interesting people you'd like to meet." I lifted an eyebrow at her, waiting for more information, while Elias appeared to become even more bored than he already was. "Tied up people you mean?" Elias asked with that snide tone he used when he was being difficult, "Runaways? Betrayals? Revokees?" "None of that makes any sense by the way," Ashley shot back.