Ash Black Butler Novels & Stories

“No. But I should have. Guys like you usually bring them with you.” I smirked. “Guys like me?” “Leather, tattoos… gunshot wound,” he said dryly. “You scream of trouble.” He wasn’t wrong. “And you don't want any of that?” “Name’s Ash,” I muttered when he didn't reply and finally regretted it. Where were we? Tenth grade? I was watching him move around the small room tending to my wounds with precision. “Noah.” He finally said, not looking up. “Thanks, Noah.”

The collar rune around my throat snapped—light cracking like glass. It dissolved. Mara’s face twisted with rage. “No,” she hissed. “You don’t get to—” “I do,” I snapped. I turned to the black-water seam and spoke the only command that mattered. “RETURN.” Ash surged—not upward, not outward—*sideways*, into the water like a hook. The black water fought, swirling, trying to swallow my ash. I clenched my jaw and pushed. “RETURN HER.” The water bulged. A shape rose.

I broke them with pressure, anger and the promise that resistance would only make the end worse but Asher broke them by making them understand he had no predictable limit. He set the black case on the table and opened it carefully. The men stared. Inside were tools arranged in perfect rows. Some were ordinary enough to recognize, while others had been altered with silver edges, runes or narrow channels designed to carry herbs and poisons into the skin. Asher selected one instrument, inspected it and returned it to its place, taking his time as though choosing utensils for dinner. “I want to be clear,” Asher said pleasantly. “I don’t actually enjoy this as much as everyone claims.”

As she turned from side to side, taking in the full effect, she almost didn’t recognise herself. A knock at the door startled her out of her thoughts. "Olivia? You ready?" Asher’s voice carried through the room, calm and steady. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door. Asher stood there, dressed in a sharp black tuxedo, looking every bit the powerful Alpha he was. His dark hair was slicked back, and his chiselled jaw was clean-shaven. But it wasn’t his appearance that caught her off guard—it was the way his eyes widened when he saw her. His gaze travelled from the top of her perfectly styled hair to the tips of her golden heels, and for a moment, he seemed at a loss for words.

I couldn't help but smile sheepishly. I jumped in jubilation as I watched Asher walk toward me. He was truly a warrior, a man whom I'd grown to love. As Asher walked closer to me, I heard a loud bang. A gunshot from far into the woods. Another batch of warriors was coming to fight us. Leading them was Christopher's mother, Anabel. Asher stumbled to the ground. He wasn't dead, but weak... Pain consumed me, the pain of losing him, the fear of being alone again. I tried to scream, but something else rushed through me... powerful and hungry, fueled by my anger and pain.

he hissed, kicking off the rest of the food that survived his first ambush. I was shocked by his brutal action, but I wasn’t surprised. He had lost his mind. He was becoming desperate, and it was a pity he wasn’t even seeing it. Bantu, just like Stella, suddenly fell to the ground and everyone else except Luciano and me, joined him. “Forgive me my king… It would never happen again. Please,” Bantu whispered, his voice shaking with fear. As if that little act appeased Asher, he returned his gaze to me, ignoring the maids: “And you!” he hissed as he came to me.

Aisha, filled with rage, raised her staff high, and a massive beam of light shot out. Wilbur extended his hands to block the impact, and his Light Gloves absorbed the energy, creating a defensive wall to fend off the beam. "It's useless, Aisha. You can't defeat me!" Wilbur declared. Aisha's eyes turned pitch black, and a dark aura enveloped her. She then replied coldly, "I told you, everyone must die!" With that, she swung her staff again, amplifying the beam's power several times over. The intensified energy blast sent Wilbur flying several meters backward. He landed hard but managed to stay on his feet, gritting his teeth with determination.

her Butler continues and she just nod then there route was at the top class restaurant,. . . . When they arrive at the restaurant all golden Assasin's was standing there waiting, and when Butler Shin open the door and Shun was there and stepping out all the golden assasin bows there head but General Commander Julie was just there standing with butler Shin ,. "General.." Shun Smile when she saw the beautiful yet cold woman standing there greeting her,. "Good Afternoon King Shun" just like that General Commander Julie Smile it was just light smile but the other Golden Assasin's saw it, they are like seeing an angel smiling cuz General always in her beautiful poker coldness face, it's there 1st

~Alaya I'm not sure why my mind decided the man in front of me should have been Alpha Asher. It works in a strange way like that. So when it saw that the man is not in fact Asher, I was oddly disappointed. Instead, the man doesn't have the magnificent golden eyes I had expected. They are the same hazel to dark brown colour that most Desire Pack members sport. He has rather bland features too, however, he is still attractive. He can be as attractive as he wants, it doesn't make me any less creeped out.

The man hit the ground senseless, coughing blood as the shadow tendrils retreated back into Asher's skin. The remaining guardians dropped their weapons, scrambling backward into the courtyard smoke in pure, unadulterated terror. Silence fell over the destroyed hall, heavy and thick. Asher stood in the doorway, his massive chest heaving, his hands still smoking with faint embers of black magic. Slowly, the blinding white fire in his eyes receded, returning to their deep, warm golden hue. He turned around. The moment his eyes found mine, the terrifying, ancient monster vanished. All that remained was Asher—exhausted, raw, and looking at me like I was the only anchor keeping him tied to the ear