Ahs: Asylum Characters Novels & Stories

“You weren’t authorized.” The man grins. “I never am.” I recognize him before he speaks again. Not by face—by weight. By the way the city pulls away from him like it doesn’t want to be noticed. “Name’s Ash,” he says. “Protagonist, depending who you ask.” Jonas’s voice goes flat. “You’re supposed to be off-grid.” “Yeah,” Ash replies. “So are ghosts.” He looks at me then. Really looks. No reverence. No calculation. Just recognition.

I blinked, surprised to see him at the mall. “Hi,” I smiled, Ayesha walked up to me and gave Chalres a weird look, well she had heard about Chalres from Lucien and Emilio. “Hey, you look good. The last I talked to Alaric you were kidnapped, I am glad you are okay,” Chalres said, he didn't turn to look at Ayesha. “Who is he?,” Ayesha asked, frowning. “Ayesha, this Charles Carlton and Charles, this Ayesha my friend,” I introduced awkwardly.

Ace POV Anyway, they didn't mind nor care as their goal is to detect the threats and clean them up, so giving off a hint or two doesn't matter. Unfortunately, it will be their doom today. After an hour, "I have found a place that I think is the entrance, at least I'm sixty per cent sure, but it's the residence of a wealthy man in this city, and there are a lot of people in the mansion", Asher said through our earphone, and everyone heard him. "What are they actually doing in there?" I asked. "Partying... The man is known for his love for party and accompaniment as he always hosts parties every day, but unless you were invited, no one else could attend the party," Asher added, and I snorted.

"The... the dispatch... already reached the southern lords. The seal is broken. The pack is already bleeding from the inside out." Maya stepped forward, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird, but her face remained a mask of cold, unyielding iron. She knelt beside the struggling elder, her dark eyes reflecting the dying sparks of the short-circuited terminal. She didn't flinch from the violence; she had lived among the ashes long enough to welcome it. "The only thing bleeding today, Torin, is your conspiracy," Maya said, her voice cutting through the hum of the failing electronics with a chilling clarity. "Operation Ashfall wasn't authorized by an Alpha. It was engineered b

but when they saw each other they were astonished . Elena you in this hospital ? asked Ash .. Ash you ? , well I work in this hospital ..and what made you come here ? asked Elena I have come here..regarding my family member .. Oh ..so you knew my cabin huh ? What ? so this is your cabin ? asked Ash Yeah ..see my name is written here ..Elena Sebastian ! Oh ..Ask became a bit serious ..and said So can we enter Dr. Elena ..i need to talk something personal in private .

Slumping against his bench, Logan clenched the phone in his hand. The screen lit up again and again, only to go dark each time. Sick and tired of all the waiting, Elise clung to his arm and pouted sweetly, “Come on, Logan. Let’s head back. She’s bound to show up.” Logan stood up, looking rather weary. Just then, several officers emerged wheeling a stretcher from the end of the hallway. A white sheet draped over the gurney, but a charred arm hung limp from the side, the ring on the ring finger catching harsh light.

Cassian replied him and then moved his eyes to look at Maximus who stared at Julianne like he wanted something from her. “Who is she?” Maximus asked and Julianne looked at him. Not they? She thought and looked behind her to be sure if Marianne was still with her. She moved her eyes back to Cassian and heard him say; “Ash. She’s a newbie.” “It’s Julianne,” she made herself clear and got a grin from Cassian. “Or could be Jules,” the other one said. Funny! Julianne rolled her eyes at the back of her mind. Marianne tugged at Julianne’s cloth again and Julianne asked Cassian, “Where is it?”

The cold stone walls of Asha’s temporary clinic were damp, the smell of dried herbs and burning wood thick in the air. She had found refuge in a small, inconspicuous inn on the edge of Snowridge, where few would question her presence. As she worked, her hands deftly prepared mixtures for the town's sick and wounded, her mind elsewhere. The arrival of Darian Saithe lingered, like a storm cloud in the distance.

“Are you going to keep making out with the door? Are you going to face me? You've been running long enough”, Asher demanded. I turned around, he sat comfortably in my chair as he played with the name plaque on my table, running his hands through my new identity. “How did you get here?” I asked as sternly as possible, fully knowing my voice is failing me. “It is of no importance.” “It is to me,” I scoffed. “You went so far… so far, you know that, right?”

Even though all I want to do is run and scream. I know males can be real assholes, I know there are a lot that never mate. They just whore themselves around. Tate was different. I was so damn sure of it. Clearly what I think and feel is for shit. My instincts failed me big time. “Not long,” I manage to say, as several others come out of the room and leave. “Harlow this is Ash Black, I believe you’ve met a good bit of his family, including his sons,” Angel says, as the male holds out his hand.