Novelas y relatos de Asago Shi

With that statement, Aries hisses his agreement. Images begin to project on the wall behind her as she continues to speak. Which is weird considering she hasn't moved an inch. "Ironclad dragons. Phoenixes. Leviathans. Direwolves. Storm Gryphons. Moon Serpents. Flame Hounds. Cerberus'. Unicorns. Frost Lynxes. Kitsune. Ash Ravens. Nemean Lions." She says with confidence as the images change behind her head still without any movement. "And of course the many extinct or the now unwilling bonds that you will learn more about in your history classes." she says as the images flick again and my breath stalls.

Then, abruptly, the trees fell away. They stepped out onto a wide shelf of black stone at the base of the spire. Up close it was even larger than it had seemed from the ridge — a jagged tower erupting from the earth, its surface veined with glowing sigils that writhed slowly like living script. The silver-veined forest ended at its edge as if cut with a knife. Ava’s breath caught. “This is it.” The token flared against her ribs, a steady burn that was almost pain. The whisper filled her head, clearer than ever: Daughter of ash. Come.

The leader. Shadowy tendrils lashed out, but Cassius became a vortex of steel and controlled fury. He met the assault head-on, his blade a silver blur that severed the appendages, which dissolved into smoke. Another tendril shot like a spear toward his heart, but he moved with impossible grace, sidestepping as his own sword sheared the creature in two.

It accepts him. Like he belongs here so thoroughly the earth doesn’t bother reacting. I don’t like how much that registers. “I know who you are,” he says. “That makes one of us.” His mouth twitches. Not a smile. A decision. “Ashton Ashborne,” he says. “Crown heir of the Northern Packs.” Of course he is. The name fits him—old, heavy, built to last through wars. I nod once. “Vaelira.” His gaze sharpens—not recognition. Interest. The kind that weighs consequences and proceeds

Hot tears. They burned my red bumpy skin. “Help. Anyone?” My voice was raspy. I didn't only feel fear. I could taste it slithering down my throat. I felt a presence. A strong presence. Superior. Powerful. “Embrace it.” A thick and uneven whispering voice spoke. The ash I tried to scrub off from my body slowly dispersed into the air, forming a ball of thick dark fog. Fiery eyes shone from within the fog. “Embrace it.” It said louder, more austere.

She stood. Faced the open sky. And said: “Then let them see what it means to kneel.” The music of war had ended. The silence of power had begun. And over it all, one name remained. Amara Varela. Queen of Ash. Queen of Blood. Queen of Ruin.

Joshua reported, as they reached the bottom of the stairs, and headed towards the double doors of the mansion. Asher opened the door, and at the base of the steps, the warrior laid dead. "There's something else." Joshua added, as he passed the Alpha, and beckoned him towards the body. Asher approached the dead warrior. His eyes were still open. Joshua crouched near the warrior's head and pulled the collar of his shirt to reveal a unique marking on his neck. Two tiny dots that resembled teeth marks. More specifically, sharp fangs. Asher looked at the wound carefully, his mouth running sour, his stomach churning with a queasy motion. He pursed his lips, and cursed under his breath, before clos

Kisona just stared at Vander and rushed to one again fight kuishinbos. Kuishinbos are really hard to deal with. They can be small or large or human size, but killing them would take some time since you can only hurt them using a sword specialized to kill them, called the ashsword. Materials used in creating ashsword comes from the ashes left by the kuishinbos when they are killed. The more ashes on your sword, the more effective it will be. Hurting kuishinbos is not enough. You need to find its core and destroy it before killing it totally. Different kuishinbos have different core locations, just looking for it is already hard but destroying is even harder.