Ahsoka Tano Fan Fiction Romane & Geschichten

Look at Ashina, who emerged as the Phoenix of the Wolves despite all the challenges I had thrown in her way. This Esther, she had been a pawn all this time in my game and still, she dragged herself here. She had thought that I cared about her a lot, but no! I did not even give a fuck. Anyway, I had to pretend and play my game. I needed her one last time. Her gaze lifted to mine, and I saw the desperation swimming there. However, I was impassive. “You cannot imagine what I have endured. Farkas has treated me no better than a slave. I’m his mate, yet he humiliates me day and night. I have nothing left to hold on to.”

So I fell into writing, communicating my feelings through my very own pen. I write this with thick pain spreading across the walls of my heart as I count every second I would be called to get slaughtered like an actual animal, just to increase the fertility of the land, and make the general Alpha, prosper more abundantly… This is my journey. From me, Chosan, the Alpha's Destined Slave, to you whom I cry to for prayers until I'm ripe to be plucked. And chopped. ***** Chosan "Come out from your hiding, now, Chosan! Your Momma will get mad at me for not taking good care of you, you know..!"

As she supports my weight, I stumble, which brings her face closer to mine as she tries to catch me. I got you. I beath in just enough of the young girl’s energy to make her pass out. She didn’t even see it coming and didn’t feel any pain. Im Sook is a sweet girl who would sneak me candy from time to time. The pack knew I was here, but they didn’t honestly know what I was. That’s the thing about taking in someone’s full life force. You absorb all their knowledge. Not one of the males that have come to claim me had any idea of what I actually was. They all think I am the princess the Alpha has locked away because he was so distraught over his mate’s death. I find this ironic; he couldn’t have

“You never truly severed it. He rejected you, but the Moon didn’t accept it.” Dax’s voice cut like steel. “Aria. Now.” I shoved Kieran into the tunnel and dropped after him, sliding on wet stone. The seam above us slammed shut with a final thud—sealing out Rowan’s voice, sealing out the tracker’s roar. For three heartbeats, there was only darkness and my own breathing. Then, from deeper in the tunnel, another voice spoke—female, amused, dangerously calm. “Welcome,” it said. “We’ve been waiting for the ashbound to fall into our hands.”

He chuckled. I didn't buy this pack's hierarchy shit. This had to be more than that, but Caspian was right about one thing: this was Asena's problem. I would gladly tear that Kylar into little pieces, but only if she wanted me to. I blew out a long breath, getting rid of the remains of my anger. “I'd better go back to my tent and see how she's holding up,” I said. Caspian snorted. “I'm guessing she's far better than Kylar. The way she made him claw himself... He's officially become the army's best joke.”

Aurora POV Today is the happiest day of my life. My 18th birthday, the day I’m to be mated to the Alpha of our pack, Moonfall Damon Blackthorn. The day I dreamt of all my life, for as long as I can remember, I was raised as a slave who was never to have dreams and hopes. Slaves were the lowest of the low. We could be used for any purpose, whether willingly or not, and we have no right to complain or make a fuss.

I can hear their footsteps scuffling away. “You know she’s never going to make this easy for you, right?” I hear Rowan ask quietly. Silence. Long enough that I almost think Luca isn’t going to answer. “I know,” he says softly. A beat passes. Then Rowan snorts. “You’re so unbelievably fucked.” “Shut up, Rowan.” Their laughter fades down the hall. And despite everything… Dean Withers. The tracker beneath my skin. Callan Ravaryn and his stupid, gentle eyes. The memories of Skyless Keep. The panic still clawing at my chest… I find myself smiling. Just a little.

“How did she look?” “Physically she appears fine. I cannot say as to her mental state,” says another. “She appears sad.” “Thank you gentleman. Dismissed,” says Ahsoka before turning to me. “Do not let that distract you. Let’s go get our girl.” She turns away from me and heads for her mate who has his beta and gamma with him. I am a bit envious of him. He has such a large supporting family, being that his beta and gamma mated to his sisters. While I have my parents, my father is in a coma and my cousin is trying to get me removed as Alpha. If I had proof he was working on a coup I could banish him, but for now I just have to endure him.

“P—Please, Asher. I can’t even remember the last time I saw Sean. Let me see him, please.” Kicking the door shut behind, Asher placed his forehead flush against my own and released a shaky sigh. Mirroring his face, I closed my eyes and welcomed the darkness behind my lids. As I released my senses one by one and slid into the familiar embrace of the mate-bond, a burst of color flooded my brain. ‘I’m so sorry, Lola.’ He whispered; his voice too broken to utter the words out loud. ‘Please, don’t hate me for what you’re about to see.’

The crack blazed brighter than ever. For a long moment no one moved. The clearing was silent except for the hiss of the crack in the marker and the distant retreat of paws through underbrush. Mist drifted back in to fill the space where the pack had stood. Ava pulled herself upright against the stone. Her hands trembled. The silver glow had withdrawn into the token but left a faint shimmer under her skin, like moonlight trapped in her veins. She could still hear the echo of the whisper, softer now but insistent: Daughter of ash…