Ahs Stories Novels & Stories

I tell her. She snorts. “Please. I raised you. I knew this day would come. I just assumed it’d involve police tape or cult robes.” Noelle sits at the table, notebook open again, pages filling faster now. “The narrative is splitting,” she says without looking up. “Protector versus threat. Savior versus weapon.” “And you’re cataloguing it,” I say. “I’m mapping it,” she corrects. “Stories don’t spread randomly. They follow the need.” Milo stands near the stairs, clutching his sleeves. “Someone’s telling them things.”

she rasped. Liora’s tears hit the dirt. “I know.” Ashen tried to smile. “Too late now.” Suddenly the ground around them opened not into cracks or fire, but into narratives, Half-told stories flooded out like rivers: A soldier who never returned from war, finally finding peace, A wolf spirit who had loved a human girl but never said the words.

Kingdom of Draconia Annabelle Aoki Ahsan took us back to his kingdom this morning and since then he hasn't left his palace. He’s locked in a meeting with his advisors and warriors, drawing names and allocating dragon shifters and fae warriors into different groups. I on the other hand returned to the mansion and occupied my time by checking on the books and paraphernalia that were brought back from the beach house.

Ralph had dozed off on a single sofa after getting bored with his game. As for the payment account, Asher decided to use one of his late mum's accounts, which his dad had left for him, and which he said had originally belonged to his late uncle, who registered it under a pseudonym; Rainbow Cloud. Excellente! My mum returned immediately we wrapped up the setup, so I went to assist her with the cooking. Ten minutes later, Asher burst to the kitchen in excitement. “You won't believe it. Three requests just came in." Wow, Gracie. Your life can't be that bad after all.

His lips, currently in a thin line, make me look up to see that he is glaring at me. I take another deep breath. "Hi. I'd like to start over if possible. My name is Signe, and I am the future Gamma of the Crescent Moon Pack." I stick my hand out hopeful he will shake it and that maybe…just maybe we can start over on the right foot now that we have the room to ourselves. Asher stuck his hand out to grasp mine and shake it. "Hello Signe. I am Alpha Asher of the Blood Moon Pack." He sounded almost as though he were bored with the whole conversation before we had even started.

Salvaxe and the girl was also place in cells beside him. The weeks passed in a blur of grey sky and the constant, rhythmic sound of the fountain somewhere above. The wooden cells were damp, smelling of old pine and the salt air drifting from the coast. Salvaxe was still there, standing in the corner of his cells like a statue carved from pale marble. His eyes were open, fixed on nothing, his chest barely moving with each breath. he had not spoken, had not blinked, had not reacted to anything– not even the heavy footsteps of the dock workers who brough them meagre rations. Escuro fed Salvaxe through the bars, crushing some of the rations and mixing it with water, hoping her would not choke. E

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."

If the rumours are true, I know Asher must have some. "You know the immortal lands are no place for her," Asher mutters in reply, turning his back as of to expel all of the conversation. It left an awkward air between us, even as Aspen continues to fight his brother, who has walked to a cupboard hitched up on the wall. He opens it, pulling out a small crystal glass and an unfamiliar type of alcohol in a blue bottle. "She can help us, you know that," Aspen exasperates. Asher doesn't say anything, as he pours a drink, and turns back around. His persona from serious, has molded into one of amusement, as his eyes gleam testily.

I washed my face and came back to the room when an old lady came to me. "Madam, I am Julia, and I am here to assist you. Mr Hayes wanted you to get ready as we will be leaving for the mansion in fifteen minutes." She informed me politely. So, this is it… I have to go… But… I felt a lump in my throat as I thought about the rest. "Umm… Aunt Julia, please call me Ava. I need to take my backpack from my home." "Madam… I mean, Ava, it won't be necessary as Mr Hayes had instructed you not to take anything from your family. I am sorry…"

Hoping that one day I'll have someone to cherish and love. Moving swiftly to where my book collection was, I picked one that was titled, 'Perfect Chemistry' by Simone Elkeles. The love story of Brittany Ellis and Alex Fuentes is so beautiful. Two people from two different worlds falling in love has to be the most endearing sight ever. Maybe one day I might experience such love, until then I need to pack up these books before Natalie gets here. Putting all the books in a box, I checked the time on my phone and it was past 4 pm. I decided to wash up before she got here.