Ansem Heartless Novels & Stories

He sits down on a plush leather sofa and pats the spot next to him, indicating that I should do the same. I hate this guy, and I definitely don’t want to obey him - but he holds Nash’s life in his hands, so I take a seat as far away from him as possible. “What’s your name?” “Sarah,” I say. “I’m Ansel. I’m the Alpha of the San Diego pack.” “I know.” “I’m sure that Nash has told you all sorts of terrible things about me, but I assure you, none of them are true,” Ansel says, looking directly into my eyes.

My voice came out with tremors. I was scared to my bones as I witnessed what the crazy huge man was doing. How could he be this heartless? ‘I warned you, remember?’ I ignored Serene as she didn't help. In fact, it seemed like she liked what was going on. “Let him go, and I will go with you!” Courageously, I voiced out. “Stop, Ansel, you have hurt many humans already. This is not good.” I turned my eyes to the man who was standing beside Ansel, trying to stop him and now I could see it was Amos.

“Leah, come back to me, I beg you… I’ll give up the Alpha seat to him, I’ll give up everything — as long as I can see you every day… Please…” He collapsed to his knees, like a dog cast aside by its master. Lilith’s voice sneered in my mind: A man who would betray his mate for power and vanity — his love is worthless. “Ansel Blood.” I spoke his full name. He snapped his head up, a flicker of hope igniting in his eyes. “By the Moon Goddess.” “I, Leah Walker—” At the sound of “Walker,” all color drained from Ansel’s face. He understood then. Nothing could be undone.

I said in a hoarse whisper. "Yes. Chase has an obsessive personality. Once he has his heart set on something, he will do anything to get it. But he likes undamaged things." Erin reached over and grazed my bruise, making me shiver. "He wouldn't do something that could potentially scar your pretty face. Because like I said, he wants things perfect." "So he looks at me as an object. That's just great," I said bitterly. "I don't know about that, but it could be true. My point is that he wouldn't physically harm you."

Banished to a desolate region, he perished by the roadside. As for Marcus, once a proud scholar, he reverted to his former state of idiocy, wandering the streets as a target of mockery and humiliation from all who saw him. But this time, there was no kind-hearted astral to grant him the Heart of Astral Clarity. In the end, I completed my tribulation, severed all ties of mortal love, and was bestowed the title of "The Heartless Astral."

[This POV is according to the Davish-Porishma Book. This special chapter and Ansh's POV have different sides which are updated in his book that's the part of Second generation Obsessive series books] ... ANSH's POV:- My name is Ansh Davish Grey. I'm twenty Eight Years Old. I'm working in the GREY Empire as Managing Director I love my family and friends very much. I'm sharp, humble, and soft with the world, but I'll be damn cruel and forget about my actual self if anyone dares to harm my family and friends.

Third Person’s POV “It is so stuffy in here, Eli. I am still wondering how you managed to live in this kind of environment for four years,” said Ross Deere a.k.a. Boss R, the leader of the powerful Deere pack, and the father of Eliana Deere who is the one and only heiress to the throne. “Dad, can you stop complaining for a second? You blabbering about your complaints like that would not make the situation in favor of you, yeah?” Eli responded, trying to sound annoyed but failing to do so.

It was Normani who volunteered to explain to the man what they wanted: kill without leaving a trace and liquidate the way Karila wanted. His fascination with snakes had been nurtured for years, so much so that the family coat of arms kept the design of the creeping and treacherous animal. The union was something subtle, that would not arouse doubts and would always be useful. Ahmed touched both glasses and made circular motions with his hands, moving the extremely purple liquid so that the substances were uniform.

The person wasn’t speaking anything. “You won’t speak anything? Then die.” Ansh said as he pierced his fangs into the person’s neck and drank his blood until he dried out. Ansh was gonna turn around when something bumped into his head and he screamed in pain. But, he couldn’t do anything. His vision was slowly blurring. A blurry figure sat in front of her. “Oh dear, I didn’t want to hurt you. But you made me do so. I love you and I will never hurt you. Sleep for a while till I finish my work.”

I can tell there is a lot more to this story, so I squeeze Harold’s hand that is once again holding mine, telling him not to interrupt. Raven speaks up this time. “Ansel has been struggling more than we realized. He felt as though he lost his father when Edward’s connection to Julian was being blocked. Then when the last connection to his father was at risk of dying, he let his sadness take over. He just didn’t want to feel alone anymore. “When he finally gave had control and he shifted back, Jax was really weak and it was late. Then, umm… well, we…” “…were intimate,” I say helping her find the right words so she doesn’t have to.