Ash Black Butler Novels & Stories

“Even if you’re a God of War, going against Evermore…is just a dream. “You want to eradicate the organization? You wouldn’t be able to do it even if you’ve lived ten times!” Asher shot Harvey a disdainful glare. “Wake up already. Take your innocence, and be a good person. I’ll be waiting for the day you die.” Harvey smiled, then placed a name card in front of Asher. Asher froze when he saw the card. “You’re the prince of South Light?” he said, shocked. “But that’s not enough! That identity isn’t enough to go against Evermore!”

He looked up a bit. “I just thought you would be bu…” Asher cut him off, placing his hand on his head. A black beam surrounds them a bit, and I watch in shock as the elder shrinks; his skin is getting dry slowly. He clawed at Asher’s hand, groaning in pain as he tried to remove his hand from his head, but it was like something glued his hand to his head.

I heard Levi yell at him. I could see more of the clearing now. In the distance was Ash's dragon. He had black scales that shined almost blue in the light. I could tell he was huge because he seemed so big even in the distance. His body was coiled around a large crystal ball full of dark smoke. "Brontus can't hold it together for much longer. We can't filter it all fast enough either. Ash this serious. You need to get help." Levi's voice sounded so serious. A deep worry laced his tone.

What they face was not the weak and helpless ant-like cultivator as they had expected but the wrath of the grim reaper in a black butler tuxedo wielding a rapier. “Sir, I’m afraid you’re in the wrong and at the wrong time. Might I suggest you evacuate out of here at once? Otherwise, I’ll need to forcefully remove you from this world.” The butler in the black tuxedo said toward the invaders in a British accent. The invaders look at each other before some of them rush at the Butler and get turned into thousands of slices of meat cubes as they fall to the ground that was littered with their blood, innards, and organs.

Blake is a rogue who has been trying to persuade me to get involved with him for months now. Blake is more audacious than I thought. His grip tightened, and I felt myself being lifted off the ground. I was trapped, helpless, and in agony. I closed my eyes and waited for the end, hoping it would come quickly. A loud fierce growl echoed all of a sudden seizing Blake’s action. A massive black wolf appeared from the shadows blazing with dominance as he burned his piercing eyes at Blake who had paused. Blake sneered but his confidence didn’t seem to match the wolf who seemed unfazed by Blake’s daggers.

I know I ask for too much while I offer too little, but please… help me. I shut my eyes, taking a deep breath, and the time seemed to have stopped in that very moment, resuming only when I opened my eyes again, flowing faster than it did before. Black slithered up Asher’s white attire, gradually consuming every inch of the fabric and transforming it into pitch black clothes. I lifted my head, my bleary eyes running over his towering figure. Shadows coiled around his exquisite wings, devouring their purity. The fragile feathers dissolved into ash and disintegrated, revealing bat-like wings of jagged, leathery membranes that pulsed with dark energy.

She feels , to rip the bones of Shasha when she finds her around her husband . " Hahaha !! Added kerosene on burning fire ??? " , Ethan chuckled entering . An eye watering moment for them to notice there beloved friend strangling on his Nithra's hand . It's not easy to touch, Asher .Asher is an Ruthless man .He won't spare the one who dare to touch nor think of his shadow .

Alisha's POV Orathe glanced at Gray and me with a somewhat serious expression and asked, "Can someone explain to me why you both went to Black Furies seeking revenge, and after returning, Alisha suddenly decided to be with that... Lo...Lo' Gray interjected, "Louie, Louie Blancato, from Deep Moon."

Just then, a small head peeked through the suffocating smoke. “Madam, do you need any help?” someone asked timidly. I forced my eyes open and saw a young boy who was about the same age as my son. He was covered in ash and dirt, but his eyes shone brightly through the smoke. He was so small in size, yet he managed to muster the strength to help me up. Then, together, we slowly made our way outside. The path to the outside was incredibly challenging, and I felt like giving up several times.

He tucked it in his pocket and walked out. Ash saw Bright waiting for him on the deck. He looked so beautiful in a dark purple blazer and black pants. Ash mouth went dry when Bright turned to him. The purple streaks in his hair shined because of the sunlight and made Bright looked even more angelic if that was possible. Bright extended his hand which Ash took grinning. "You look...", Ash was dumbfounded. Bright felt red flush his cheeks as he cupped Ash cheek rubbing it with his thumb. "Stunning...", Ash managed to speak.