Asago Shi Novels & Stories

“You should knock properly.” “I did,” Elias said dryly, setting the books down. “Twice.” Seraphina looked between them, her tone even. “What have you found?” Elias opened one of the books, pages covered in old, faded script. “I searched further into the goddess’s records. There are other vessels mentioned, though rarely by name. One was called The Mirror of Dawn. Another, The Hand of Equinox. Both carried marks like yours.” “What became of them?” she asked.

Forgotten. Ejima knew she was breaking the King's decree. He had placed a curse on this forest three days ago. Iyi. As the locals called it, was now a store for woes, taboos, and other inanity which the society scoffs at. It was an evil forest. A place where the so-called 'abominations' were left to wrought. This same name, Iyi, was given to the cursed forest in the distant Village of Alaocha. Stories have it that the Iyi forest in Alaocha used to be the prison that harbored all kinds of mythical creatures until princess Ada's lineage had wiped them out.

“We just killed her right?” Kira grimaced and sent the image back to the director’s terminal. “Yeah, we did. Something’s not right with your intel.” “You sure about that?” Rodrigo asked flatly. “Her name was Lilia Baudin. I watched her head explode in my scope two years ago in Prague. Yeah, I’m pretty damn sure.” “A highly possibility that she's an Awakaned too?” Knight asked in the tense silence that followed. Kira managed to contain his flinch, but just barely.

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"

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?"

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.

” Ashina – “Are you also from a line of these were-witches?” Margaret – “Yes, I am. However, I am certain you will be more powerful than even me.”