Novel & Cerita Ash And Dawn Fanfiction

"Ride it out... let her devour every drop." Diamond's nails scrape lightly over my arms as she tries to steady herself, her breathing ragged, head bowed until damp strands stick to her flushed cheeks. Ashley finally pulls back, lips slick, a smug little smirk curving them as she looks up at me. I meet her gaze, sliding Diamond off my cock and onto the couch beside us—spent, trembling, and still trying to find her goddamn soul. My fist closes around my cock, stroking slow as I crook a finger at Ashley.

] A roar that was purely Xavier, tore from my throat. Mate! Pup! Xavier growled. I leapt over the banister, my body half-shifting mid-air. My claws extended and my vision turned red as I raced back. I smashed through the oak door of the suite, the wood splintering like paper. The curtains were whipping in the wind. Asha stood on the narrow stone ledge outside the shattered window. Three stories. The wolfsbane. She can't shift. She can't heal. She looked back at me, her let-down hair tangling in the wind as her eyes met mine.

When they had found their balance and found themselves moving inside the ship with ease, they started to run and advance towards their enemies with only one goal inside their mind. Stop the fairy Clan from sailing the ship and save the victims inside. Ash advanced forward as he drew 5 daggers from his belt and immediately threw it on the enemies, aiming right through their chest. 5 men collapsed to the floor as their blood spurted out, tainting the floor with another shade of dark crimson red, as Ash proceeded with pulling the trigger and fired to another 5 men in front of him. His perfect aim never withered even when he was moving at a fast pace.

My magic was still humming beneath my skin, but the cool night air from the stairwell at least seemed to take the edge off. The cafeteria was mostly empty when I entered, with only a few lingering in the seats with late cups of tea or the last of dessert. In one of the corner tables, Ashleigh Dana sat alone, her hair silver that seemed almost luminous in the dim light, with faint streaks of amethyst swirling through. It caught the light like moonstone. She was nursing a mug of tea, tendrils of steam lazily curling up toward the ceiling. Her eyes flicked to me the second I stepped through the doors, a gleam of recognition in them. She raised one brow in invitation.

"But Caleb made this dress himself. He sat in that wheelchair and sewed every stitch. He worked on it for three hundred days and nights. Ethan, I told you I-" Ethan kissed her hard to shut her up. "One last time. Okay?" He wanted me to watch. He wanted me to see exactly how he had her. He wanted me to see them tangled up together, while they desecrated everything I had made with my own hands. And when it was over I would be left with whatever he had used and discarded, a wedding dress soaked in their betrayal. Just like how they shattered my happiness, destined to live in his shadow. And Serena said yes.

LILA’S POV The Chicago skyline glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the downtown club, but the Blizzard’s charity gala felt like a cage. My heels clicked on the polished marble, each step heavier than the last, as I scanned the crowd for Zane Callahan. The air pulsed with laughter, clinking glasses, and the low thrum of a live band, but my pulse drowned it all out. I didn’t want to be here. But Meredith’s ultimatum of getting Zane ‘s answers or kissing my job goodbye had forced me into this glitzy hell, and the weight of my forced engagement to Ethan Callahan crushed me further.

I chuckled breathlessly, blinking back the emotion that prickled behind my eyes. “Now, I’d definitely puke on everyone.” She grinned, making it nearly impossible to remain nervous and fearful. “Would you mind if I borrowed our Luna?” Asher’s gravelly voice slid up my spine, wrapping around my neck as it filtered through my ears. I turned and tried not to lose my breath entirely. His usually messy hair was styled, paired perfectly with the button-down shirt and slacks he wore. The dark colored clothing made the unusual shade of gold in his eyes stand out, swirling and churning with the darkness in them.

He glanced back to Belishaw, then to her, and cupped her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. "I didn't want to do this again, little dove, but you give me no choice. You're exhausted, and you need rest. Nowsleep." His deep, rumbling voice and the gold flecks in his jade eyes, like dancing flames, lulled her into a strange, hazy, dreamlike state. She felt her eyelids droop, and her brain went fuzzy. She could just close her eyes for a few minutes, catch a catnap

I made my way through the dark corridors of the dungeon, my heart burning with a desire for revenge. I had been betrayed by Luciana, the very person I thought was my friend and ally. But now, I was determined to make her pay with her blood. I reached the cell where Sam and Morris were being held, and I could see the fear in their eyes as they looked up at me. "Who are you?" they chorused together. "The spirit that has been haunting you. I am Ashley, the Luna you all killed." They were white with horror and their teeth clattered in an attempt to speak.

Isabella and her mother are back, what do I do now, I don't want to imagine the kind of look I might get if she finds out her best friend was devoured by my beast. Or worst still what might happen to me. I cringed at the thought. Ashley you are dead