Ash And Mallow Novels & Stories

But she didn't look too happy, her hair was roughly pulled in a bun, and she sported a snarl that could thump Malfoy’s. I shut the door and followed her as she collapsed on the couch with a low growl. She had on a large sized shirt, and very expensive looking boxer shorts. They were clearly Daniel's. “What's wrong? Why are you here so early? And why do you look so angry?” I asked, sitting opposite her. She growled again and whispered something. “What?” I asked, not hearing her. She sat up, looked me in the eyes and said in a more firm voice. “Daniel's married.”

She looked at this young man in his white shirt and she said: "Can I have the check for the water, please?" "Of course. Is everything all right?" "Yes," she said. "Everything is fine." She left thirty dollars on the table. She walked out of Melo's into the November air without putting on her coat first. She stood on the sidewalk for a moment, the rattle in her purse pressing against her ribs, and she breathed through her nose the way she had learned in the meditation app she'd downloaded during bar prep and never deleted. Something came up.

Lira (POV) The air in the cleansing room isn’t just thick—it’s choking. The stench of incense coils through my nostrils like burning hair and spoiled meat. They’ve burned the same mix every time—wolfsbane ash, marrow dust, grave lilies. It doesn’t just linger. It infests. I can feel it creeping under my skin, nesting in the hollow behind my ribs. A curse-wearing perfume.

There was a loud crash, which scared everyone there. My ashes scattered everywhere. Jasper still felt angry. He laughed disdainfully and stepped on my ashes, grinding them with the sole of his shoe. The staff members' jaws had dropped in shock. They hadn't even had time to stop him. Jasper kicked my ashes and sent them flying. "Tell Amara that she came up with a very innovative trick this time round, but it's lame. I'm not going to waver at all, no matter whether she's dead or alive!

Sienna’s boots crunched on dry pine needles, the shack a fading speck behind them as she and Roman cut deeper into the woods. The truck’s bloody mess was miles back, that scream still ringing in her skull, but the air here was still—too still—thick with the tang of sap and something sharper, like metal or smoke. Her fingers flexed around the vial in her pocket, its cold glass a tether to whatever hell Dorian had left her, and Roman walked ahead, his stride long and sure, gun tucked close, his silence loud enough to grate on her nerves.

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.

Hael’s P.O.V. ‘You, Hael Ashford, owe me a very large coffee.’ Cole’s voice came across the mind-link, exhausted and raspy from lack of sleep. I ignored him, leaping over a fallen tree and landing with all four feet on the ground. Without stopping, I continued running, my will blending with Magnus’s as we darted through thick clusters of brush and through dew sodden grass that dampened our fur. There was a slight fog that wrapped itself around every tree trunk and bit of foliage. It made the air taste fresh, the forest and soil not yet warmed by the sun’s heat.

she nods towards the sitting jars placed in front of us, “-we can make a start.” “Don’t get me wrong,” Ash looks towards Marie, his tone resilient as he raises his concern, “-I completely trust you and all, but, nightshade? I don’t know much about that stuff, but from what I’ve heard, it’s supposed to be bad, right? Why are we using that? I thought it was poisonous,” he gulps down his own words.

Ash prayed quietly against her stammering voice,and the inbuilt pain she felt . “ Goodbye dawnhill pack “ !!