Ash And Oblivion Full Name Novels & Stories

He really was telling the truth. I heard her laugh when she saw us and I had to ask her why. So I shifted to my human form to speak. "Why, Maria!!" I asked, and she looked at me and laughed. "Are you kidding me? You are the most stupid Alpha I have ever met. So stupid that you could not even see the truth. My name is Ashbreed. I am an Ashbreed, third in the line of the true founders of the Fire and ash coven. I feed the ash to give me life and to keep my true coven strong." she said, laughing.

he asked sounding a tad weak. Ash hummed, "After my mo-the woman hired to play my mother was killed, I wished I could just erase my life, burn it down to nothing", he swallowed, "I didn't tell you the whole story, my grandfather killed or attempted to kill my grandmother when my father was my age, and it's apparently a family, initiation thing", he made a face as if he'd tasted something vile, swallowing he continued, "Obviously my grandmother survived probably using another decoy to protect herself, she, however, couldn't change the way her son ended up thinking, and apparently that man has wires in his brain screwed wrong", he said shaking his head. "If I can't erase who I am, or burn my p

“Don’t lump me in with those bottom-feeding creeps.” I winced. “Devil?” Ash took a long breath, clearly trying not to set me on fire. “Yes, I’m not the kind that just whispers sins into people’s ears. I’m a devil.” He leaned back against the bed frame, raised one hand, and twirled his long fingers in the air like he was drawing something invisible. A faint red light sparked at his fingertip before fading. “Name’s Ash Ravencroft. I make deals with humans. You have something I want. I can give you something you want.”

he says quietly, “that’s where we finish this. Only if you say so.” “I’ll say so,” I answer. “When the world deserves it.” --- POV: Ashmouth --- They buried me under Solara and called it mercy. They call me Ashmouth because prophecy burned my tongue and left smoke where words should be. I don’t die. I rot. I watch. When Hollowfire meets Hollowblood without a priest between them, my chains ache. The silver cracks a hair’s width. I taste light through stone. Laugh until dust falls from the ceiling.

“You weren’t authorized.” The man grins. “I never am.” I recognize him before he speaks again. Not by face—by weight. By the way the city pulls away from him like it doesn’t want to be noticed. “Name’s Ash,” he says. “Protagonist, depending who you ask.” Jonas’s voice goes flat. “You’re supposed to be off-grid.” “Yeah,” Ash replies. “So are ghosts.” He looks at me then. Really looks. No reverence. No calculation. Just recognition.

Seeing them so focused on Petra, relishing in her fear towards them, annoyed Christian, as he shouted, "I asked you dogs who you are! Unless if you are indirectly telling me that werewolves are incapable of introducing themselves! Just like true country hounds you all are!” At his demand- a demand with a hint of insult- the surrounding werewolves all glared at him, insulted by the comment. "Huh. And here I thought you were just a hopeless little halfblood with a temper tantrum. To think you also lack manners of a werewolf. Have your parents not told you what happens when you cross someone superior to you?" the leading shadow said. "Very well. If you truly want to know who I am. I am one of A

CHAPTER 1 THIRD PERSON'S POV The wind howled through the trees like a grieving widow, low and sharp as it swept across the borderlands. Aria Ashborne stood on a jagged outcrop of stone, her cloak snapping around her ankles as she surveyed the distant shimmer of firelight in the valley below. Another rogue camp. Another reminder that the world she once knew had turned its back on her She hadn't been Alpha-blood in years-not since the day they dragged her father into the Council pit and branded him a traitor.

GRACE'S POV I was determined to prove that I was really under anesthesia and I was only imagining things, so I immediately packed the bag I recognised as an old bag of mine and left my work station. I was waiting for the elevator when someone came and stood beside me. I didn't bother turning to look since I was only being delusional. “Grace? Are you going home?” A male voice asked. I immediately turned to look at the person and I had to hold in my gasp, because standing beside me was Ethan Adams. Yes, the same Ethan who died in my timeline.