Ash And Mallow Novels & Stories

“Good luck with that.” Jamie muttered something under his breath, but I caught the words “ungrateful werewolves” and “tough crowd.” It was weirdly comforting, though—like a sliver of normal in the midst of this absolute mess. “So,” Jamie said, leaning forward with a crooked smile, “about Asher—” “I don’t care about him,” Malia interrupted flatly, her voice sharp enough to slice through the room. Jamie blinked, clearly thrown off. Even I was caught off guard. “Wait, what?” I asked, tilting my head to make sure I’d heard her right.

"Asher? Are you okay?" Asher grimaced, face squeezing into one of discomfort. "It's nothing. I think just the milk from earlier is catching up with me." Zane frowned. "Milk?" "I'm lactose intolerant," Asher ground out, face screwed up like he was in pain. "You chugged...let's count, three glasses of milk, knowing...wow." "Shut up," Asher grumbled, shooting him a glare that was ruined by the way he shuffled back toward the building.

The redhead nods, “Anything would be better than this, thanks Molly. I’ll be out soon and help on the bar.” Molly nods, seemingly satisfied and makes her way back down the bar to continue serving people. Mal makes his way back over to Ash and sits down with a thump, whooshing his breath out as he does. “Well, she’s incredible up close too.” Mal mutters and runs his hands through his hair. “And her skin feels wonderful. So smooth and warm.” Ash chuckles again,

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.

Malachi stepped into the room, his footsteps echoing against the floor. Asher slammed the book shut, the sound echoing like a gunshot through the empty hall as he fixed his gaze on Malachi. Malachi stepped closer, his head bowed low, his voice wavering. "My lord... about the tonic. I won’t be able to brew another batch for some time." Asher’s glare was lethal, his eyes narrowing as he waited for an explanation. "I’ve run out of several key ingredients," Malachi continued quickly, terrified to admit that Martha had accidentally spilled the previous one he had brewed.

“If I let this slide now, there’s going to be a next time. Since you’re highly suspicious of the medical experts I have sent, you can start making your own arrangements for Charles.” With that, Logan was ready to close the door, his eyes reflecting his disappointment in me. “Wait!” I jammed my hand in the door gap and grabbed Elise, my eyes red-rimmed. “Give me the antidote! Give it to me!” “Coral, have you had enough!” Logan pulled Elise behind him and hissed at me through clenched teeth, “What antidote are you talking about? Elise didn't poison anyone.” Elise sighed. “Exactly, ma’am. Your tears are very convincing, but I can’t keep acting out these wild fantasies with you.”

Sadness. I glanced down at the letter still clutched in my hand, the paper fragile and crumpled from my grip. Slowly, I allowed a sliver of lightning to dance along its edges, watching as the parchment caught fire. The flames consumed the letter quickly, reducing it to ash in seconds, and I let the remains fall to the table in a blackened heap. Ashes. Just like everything else in this cursed palace. I stormed out of the throne room, my footsteps heavy and my thoughts darker than the night itself. The halls were quiet, too quiet, and every echo of my boots against the stone reminded me of how alone I truly was about to become.

I quickly got out and followed right behind her. “What are you guys doing outside?” She asked. “I was just working on my bike” Grant told her. “What about those two?” She asked pointing at Warren and Lance “We just got back from McDonalds” Warren told her “I had a craving for a milkshake” He held up his drink. “Yum, if I had known you were going, I would have got you to grab me one” She sighed. “We can not have you missing out” Lance chuckled as he headed over to the car we just got out of. He grabbed the keys off Ryan and climbed in “What flavour” He called out the window.

I felt really bad for what just happened. "Don't worry about it, it's just a shirt" he tried to reason. "I am Jason by the way" he introduced himself, smiling a little. "I'm Ana" I returned. "Such a beautiful name for a pretty lady" Was he trying to flirt with me? I smile at him, he must be good with the ladies. Such a smooth landing. *** ASHTON I stepped out of the men's bathroom, the white stain on my black shirt didn't go away but it was manageable.

"Where are the elixirs?" A tall shadow on the floor crossed Adeline's barely open eyes. The shadow was of a bulky man, his frame strong and sturdy, and on his hand was a whip. When his deep voice reached Adeline's faraway consciousness, the hairs at the back of her neck stood up. She clenched her fist in anger, despite losing every inch of her being. "We... don't have... such thing," Adeline replied in a hoarse voice, gritting her teeth.