Ash And Misty Novels & Stories

Milo whimpered. And the house inhaled, breathing. so violently that every window shattered at once.

Audrey’s breath fogged up the glass as she stood at the window, arms crossed tightly over her chest. The world outside was quiet, still mockingly so. The moon hung high, casting its pale light on the garden Larry had planted for her two years ago, when he still loved her, or at least when he still tried to. She scoffed under her breath. “Love,” she whispered bitterly, “what a pathetic illusion.”

It smells like smoke and old money. Ash fits in like a predator among his own kind. “Let me do most of the talking,” he says under his breath. “And for the love of all things unholy, do not mention Malcolm.” Noted. I clamp my mouth shut and try to channel the icy calm I don’t actually possess. This is for Hilda. And the pack. A waitress appears, all heels and red lipstick. Ash flashes her a smile so charming, I almost believe it’s genuine. He orders something I can’t pronounce, which is undoubtedly ruinously expensive, and she practically purrs her approval.

she says without an ounce of emotion then looks back at her phone with a sigh. I sink back against the cushions. She flicks her gaze to me again, looking me up and down with a slight smirk twitching the corners of her pink lips. “I’m Misty.” “I know.” She arches her other brow. “Do you know where you are?” “Maatua.”

But a part of him—maybe the last part of him that was still Ash—was trying to break free. “I’m not the girl you knew,” Nia replied, her voice cold, trying to steel herself against the rising tide of emotions. “I’m Mist Fang now. And you’re a tool of the empire. Nothing more.” Ash’s expression hardened at the words, but there was no anger in his eyes—only the deep, aching confusion that seemed to drown him. “Why do you hate me?” he asked, his voice barely above a breath. “Why does everything you do feel like you’re trying to destroy me? What happened to us?”

My eyes widened as he said those words. Mist started to cover the borderline. Making everyone freeze in their spots. They stare at the mist. Mia’s heart started to beat so loudly, even Roman could hear it. Roman kept his pose. Humming sounds came from the mist. Then three women emerged from the mist. Only one walked towards them at a slow pace. Asher grabbed Mia’s chains and made her stand up and dragged her toward the woman. Meeting halfway, they stopped. Asher waits for the Lothian to speak first.

"I'll Asher," As the moon continued its journey across the night sky, Elara and Asher sat in the clearing, their whispered plans and shared determination weaving a bond stronger than any chains that had once bound her. In the heart of the forest, amidst the secrets and shadows, two souls united in a quest for freedom and justice that would forever change their destinies.

I grabbed Asher's hand and he pulled me off the ground. My green eyes were wide, I had never been able to see dust particles... honestly it looked like sparkles, little pixie dust sprinkled in the air, doing their own dance until they settle on an object."Angel? Are you ok?" Asher asked rubbing my back... My eyes snapped to his blue and grey eyes... I gasped... I was able to see just how much grey his eyes really did hold. The blue and the grey were even. It was just like the dust... Grey was sprinkled in his eyes, some clustered, which is what normal people are able to see. But there's more then just clusters, but little grey dots scattered throughout the water blue color, that I love. "I'm

The howling mountain wind tore through the ravine, carrying a freezing mist that clung to the skin like a shroud of wet ash. Outside the safehouse, the dense canopy of pine trees whipped violently against the gray sky, bending as if bowing to the massive diesel engine rumbling up the narrow access road. Headlights cut through the swirling fog, two twin beams of harsh, artificial white slashing across the timber walls before the heavy silhouette of an armored tactical personnel carrier ground to a halt fifty yards from the cabin.

Ash’s POV The roar of the clubhouse hit me before I even turned off my engine. Laughter, shouts and the sound of bottles clinking rent the air and for a moment, I wonder how they could easily fall back into their normal lives less than twelve hours after an attack. It was chaos the way I remembered it, but somehow louder and more… non challant. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and sweat. A few brothers cheered when they saw me, others nodded, their eyes sharp, reading me like they weren’t sure what version of Ash had come back.