Asago Shi Novels & Stories

Remilia's POV. I squatted silently as I listened to the tail end of a conversation that filled me with feelings of utmost betrayal. I remained motionless as Eryndor – Alpha Eryndor, also known as my lover – sold out his pack. He said his goodbyes to the rogue he was talking to and waited a few minutes more for the man to leave. The crunch of his feet on the dry leaves of the woods alerted me that he was about to leave, his act of treason complete. I stood just as silently as I had waited, and just when he was about to walk past the tree behind which I’d been hiding, I stepped into his path, my expression blank but with enough traces of anger left.

her father asked. “Something I could use to defend us” Ashina said. She wiped the flood if swear that had already gathered on her forehead. Then her father bent down. He could see a little sling short with small pieces of coal and silver. He wrapped the silver and coal together and put it in. He went outside and shot at one of the people who had been attacking someone from their pack. And Immediately he died.

She did not want to waste her chance roasting the man who cheated on her best friend. "You mean you're that Ash-" "Yes... He's that Ashton Grey. The one that owned that big fashion company. AG Atelier, remember? The company used to hold a lot of design contests for art students before. Ashley and I used to participate in those contests before and we often told you that, you know... What a turn of events, Ashley ended up marrying the owner of that company," Hana kept roasting the guy harshly.

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.

I refused to let up, pushing past the searing burn in my shoulder. Finally, one of the ethereal slashes connected, tearing a deep gash across the Scourge's torso. It shrieked—a sound of pure agony that was Cassius's signal. He exploded into motion, his blade a silver blur that severed one of the creature's legs in a single, powerful stroke.

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