Novel & Cerita Ash Black Butler

"I suppose I could." "Excellent. My car is just here." Sinclair waved at the black sedan parked along the street. The lights turned on, momentarily blinding Belishaw. He raised a hand to shield his eyes as Sinclair stepped out of the way to allow him to climb inside. He was halfway in when he was suddenly shoved from behind. He collapsed onto the seat, and something sharp jabbed into the side of his neck. The beast inside him, the one that always surged to the surface when his life was threatened, now sank deep into a dark abyss beyond his reach. The cool leather seat pressed against his cheek, and it was the only relief he felt as a flood of heat surged within his body.

The expanse above us was a gorgeous shade of blue, and if I kept my back to the bruised streaks of violet forcing their way from the south, I could almost forget the impending doom hurtling towards us. "You okay?" Lillith asked, stopping beside me. Her almost waist length hair was down, neatly brushed and pushed back over her shoulders. "Yeah. Tired is all." Tired of running from the Sades and their Shadow Men. Tired of seeing their victories heralded in the darkening sky and the used bodies left in their wake. Tired of missing Nick, of not knowing where he was or if he was even alive anymore and tired of feeling like a pale skinned, violet eyed freak.

he promises as he paces backwards trying to get away from me. I run towards him swiping my big claws out at him slicing his leg. It was all I could reach but I hear a roar from his black wolf as he shifts back and races towards me. Ashley is excited to be in the fight. She has wanted to take this bastard out and now will get the chance or she will die trying.

I was being foolish, no one in her right sense would do the shit I was doing, but even at that, I couldn't withdraw from this. I finally walked into the compound and just then, the entrance door opened and Asher came outside. As usual, he was graced in all black. I haven't seen Asher wear anything else aside from the color black for the past one year since I've known him. I was starting to think that it was a ritual for him to wear black. He counted his steps toward me, and I couldn't help but notice how perfect this man was. Even though he was born of the same Father as Ace, he looked handsome and more perfect than my scum soon-to-be ex-husband.

Almost endless. The first Queen turns toward me. “This wasn’t born as a chain,” she says. The words appear inside me, quiet and certain. I look at the spiral vanishing beneath the bone dust. “It became one,” I whisper. Her face doesn’t change. “So did we.” A small cry cuts through the field. I turn. A pup stands between two ribs, tiny beneath the moon. His fur holds the light like frost. His eyes are wide and dark. Ashen. I know him without knowing how.

He pursed his lips, and cursed under his breath, before closing the warrior's eyes. "Take him away. Ensure he gets a proper burial." Asher ordered, and the guards bowed, picking up the corpse, and carrying him away. "The blade." Asher demanded, and Joshua handed it to him. The slim and sharp surface was covered in drying blood, and the trace of wolfsbane was evident, as the blood took on a greenish, rotting tint. Nonetheless, the hilt is what truly caught the Alpha's attention. It was made of a clear crystal, with only a thin aluminum wire wrapping around it, creating an intricate design. The tip of the hilt itself held a red seal that resembled a bat's wing crossing a full moon.

Screams cut through the cold. Asher grabbed my arm. “We have to move.” But the hum was in my head now, pulling me east. Toward the breach. Toward the ones who’d thrown the fourth. --- Face to face The first one through wasn’t human. Not anymore. Its skin was the color of ash, its eyes black from edge to edge. And in its hand — a feather. Not one of mine. It saw the bone in my grip and smiled. “Four to open.” I tightened my hold. “Over my dead body.”

The kind of place men like him went when they wanted to feel invisible. I walked in at two-forty-five and spotted him in the corner booth. His gray hair was thinning, he wore a cheap suit wrinkled. The bottle of scotch in front of him was half gone. He looked up when I slid into the seat across from him. His eyes widened then narrowed. “You.” “Zane Callahan.” I leaned forward with my forearms on the table. “I’m here to settle the debt you owe Ethan. I’m willing to pay the four million so that Lila can have her life back.”

"Darius is gone." I walked over to Silentium. It was lying on the stone, covered in a thin layer of frost. I didn't want to touch it with my bare hands again. I stripped the grey sash from a dead warlock’s robes, wrapped it around the hilt, and lifted the blade. It felt heavier now, glutted on the power it had consumed. I slid it into the scabbard at my hip. Ashren slowly pulled back from Valen. He looked at his hands. They were stained black, the fingernails elongated into jagged claws that hadn't fully retracted. He looked starved, his ribs prominent against skin that hadn't seen the sun in half a decade.