Asago Shi Novels & Stories

Angel asked pronouncing the name wrongly with confusion written on her face. " A-S-H-A..Asha not acha" The lady corrected. "Okay Asha where are you from?" Angel asked with curiosity. "Am a Chinese" Asha said dropping the finished porridge plate on the table beside her. "A Chinese?" "A Chinese?" Angel and Zachary said in a tone of disbelief. "Yeah am a Chinese" Asha said. "What are you doing here in Italy then? and you are not like a Chinese at all,You are more like an Italian and you speak English well"

Both Tien and Nian bowed at their feet. "The gods have sent us a pair of Shishi. They will help protect the village," Tien cried out with joy. "I will never get used to people's reactions," Zinjo held out his hand for Tien, "I am a mortal man, I was born to my mother Ayasu, high priestess, and slayer of the fierce Kongamato," Zinjo spoke his mother's name with pride and respect.

Alex asked sideways about Ash opinion, "It's just over the riverbank in front." Ash nodded, "Okay, I haven't seen it in many years." "I heard that it is Yoshino Sakura, it may be similar to what you saw when you were a kid," Alex Smile, unskilled Japanese sounds very loyal. " Let's enjoy the flowers." "Then, I want to drink beer." Alex woke up again, he is trying to clam his breathing and crying. 'Ash please I am sorry, please come back Ash please'

He seems nervous, as he regards me, his hands trembling ever so slightly. "You're in the immortal lands, in my home. My name is Aspen, Alpha Asher's brother," he explains. I'm shocked into silence for a long second. From what I remember about Alpha Asher, he has the same cut jawline and sloping cheekbones. There eyes are marginally different; as is their hair. Aspen's hair is slightly less disheveled and a soft, wood brown. "Immortal lands," I say slowly, giving my mind time to process that. "Are you immortal?"

Catarina Rosales Marquez surveyed her garden of fruit and vegetables in the windswept hills of Mindanao. The Aswang Queen of Domminga Mountains, Catarina ruled with an iron thumb, her sleek black hair like a whip, replete with eyes of black pearls that shone like a viper's.

ARTEMISIA I turned to see Alisson sauntering towards us. She clenched her fists and scowled. “This isn't any of your business. Stay the f**k out of this.” Emma glared. She stepped in front of me as Alisson neared us. “Artemisia is my family, and she is my f**king business. You need to watch how you speak to her!” Alisson yelled. She got into Emma's face. I had to pull her away because I was aware she never wasted too much time in taking down her opponent.

Three more words were spoken. “Ashford is dead.” Blood roared in my ears, drowning out everything—the raspy laughter Lorenzo spewed, the sound of my labored breathing—all of it, except for the gut-wrenching howl of my wolf. Her cries poured into me, a torrent that smothered the very flame of my soul until everything else faded away. My mother, my father, Olive, Delaney, even Elijah. None of it mattered without him. None of it mattered without him to keep me here.

The fear and grief I had been holding in broke loose the moment I saw her. "Cassia!" My voice came out hoarse as I shouted with everything I had: "Save my father! Hurry, save my father!"

And there's this prophecy that my father's people, a group of hags and cranks called the Synod of Ancyra, think that the child I'm going to give birth to someday is going to be the only way to save our race and give them back the power we once held. Based on this prophecy, to be exact: From the shadows of the ancient Forests, under the moon's darkest veil, a daughter of Sköll shall emerge, her fur as black as night, her spirit intertwined with magic's might. She bears the power to tip the scales, to sow either harmony's bloom or chaos's gales. The Keystone's path, a labrynth of fate, where destinies entwine and the future waits.