Amphibia Sasha Novels & Stories

She had to admit he was clever. “Are you ready to battle?” Sasha bumped into her. Sasha was the only woman except for Hellen that she talked to. Sasha's striking appearance was marked by a crown of bright red, curly hair that cascaded around her face, framing her intense, piercing blue eyes. Her skin was speckled with freckles, adding to her unique beauty. But her appearance was only the beginning of what made Sasha remarkable. Her talent as a tracker was unparalleled, as it was whispered that she could identify the date, sex, and age of a culprit simply by sniffing their tracks. Her gift extended to all creatures, whether human or animal, and her skill was widely acknowledged. Sasha cast a

he says. Samuel and Rachael come out of the car to answer the woman. Cassandra stands at 6’2ft with wavy brown hair. She wears a grey crop top exposing her smooth and flat belly. Her green eyes stares with confidence and her full lips announce its beauty. She looks into Samuel’s eyes, “You don’t smell like a vampire” she says. Samuel ignores her, “You are the alpha?” he asks her, “Yeah”. “I need you to take her with you. Protect her, keep her safe”

“Sasha, she’s moving fast—too fast. Like she knows the tunnels.” “Knows them?” Levin said, his voice low, leaning closer to the comms. “Sasha, is it a hunter or a witch? Confirm!” “Witch,” Sasha said, her voice tight, the sound of her knife clashing echoing. “Tara’s backing off, but this new one—she’s chanting. Something’s wrong, Levin.” “Chanting?” I said, my heart racing, the shard’s voices roaring—She’s calling the blood. “Dad, the shard says she’s casting a spell! On the fake shard Brad’s got!”

And I had one target and one alone… the darkness. I closed the distance behind Lisa just as she raised both hands to crush an entire line of wolves, including Xavier. I drove the spear into her back. The sound… It wasn’t a scream. It was the sound of a universe cracking. Lisa arched, a guttural snarl ripping from her throat as black light shot through her body. She turned, slowly, her eyes glowing pitch-black, veins dark as ink spreading across her face. “You,” she hissed. “You human stain.”

I shift into human form knowing my wolf form would scare whoever is in there. “ char??? Is that you?” I yelled out making my way over to the bathroom, I can’t communicate with her in wolf form yet, not caring about the fact that I’m fully necked I swing the door open. She sat on the floor by the toilet crying her eyes out. She’s covered head to toe in blood. “ Are you hurt?” Sliding against the floor I land next to her on my knees searching her for any injuries that could cause this much blood. “ n.. no..” she mumbled. I can still smell the wolfsbane on her but it was weak like it's almost out of her system. For a half breed I’m impressed by how fast she’s healed

Serena had never walked the path to her childhood home with a heavier heart. The snow crunched beneath her boots, but she hardly noticed. Her mind reeled with the truth she could no longer run from—she was a wolf. No matter how much she tried to push the thought away, no matter how many times she told herself it was a dream or a fluke, it kept coming back. The heightened senses, the haunting voice deep within, the way her body reacted to Alexandro’s presence—all undeniable.

After talking for about an hour, she began to get ready, especially since Martha came up. It was time to go to the lake of power, which was about three hours of a good run from our camp. They decided to leave early, and of course I couldn't join them. Werewolves were gathering on the lake, who were currently in a pack, and according to Maxim's idea, I am generally now somewhere in South America.

Tamara says and points at Damian with her index finger. Damian didn't say anything and only creases his eyebrows as if saying what-do-you-mean. "Oh my god. What a small world" Tamara says and touches her head with both her hands as if she's gone hysterical. "I knew you were a snake, a gigolo, and a man-whore, but I didn't know you were this bad. Oh god" Tamara continues to talk to herself like a madman. "Tamara" Damian calls out to her with his deep voice that could reach the pits of hell and eyes so cold he could probably freeze an entire desert.