Ash Black Butler Novels & Stories

Once he pulled back, she hit his other arm and he gave her a strange look, as if not expecting it. “You are crazy,” she whispered with a frown. “Okay listen, Ash,” he said and started to pull the leather jacket he wore from the other arm first. “There are people out there trying to kill me, but since you are with me, they’ll probably want you dead too.” “Who are they? What do they want from you?” she asked and saw him trying to snap the arrow. “Hunters,” he answered. “I didn’t think they would attack this early, but they did choose the right time. Most of the students are already home or on their way home so it’ll be easy to compel the few.”

Her eyes those haunting, too-old eyes, were watching Liora as if she was still being written, still being judged, Liora hadn’t expected the past to wear such a small face. She crouched in front of Ashen, not out of fear, but out of instinct. The air shimmered around the girl, warping reality in subtle flickers, rocks shifted slightly, as if caught between what they were and what they might become. Liora could feel it in her spine: Ashen didn’t belong to this world. Not fully. Not yet. “You remember me,” Ashen said softly. Liora nodded. “I do.” “You buried me.”

POV: Ash Ryder "Get out of my way, you mindless filth, or I’ll paint this ice with whatever rot you have for blood!" Ash’s voice was no longer the steady, commanding baritone of the Silverfang Alpha. It was a jagged, raw snarl that vibrated with a terrifying lack of restraint. He lunged forward, his silver dagger flashing in a lethal arc as it sank into the neck of a Shadow-beast. The creature, a twisted mass of smoke and elongated bone, didn't even have time to hiss before Ash ripped the blade sideways, decapitating it with a spray of violet ichor that sizzled against the frozen ground.

Axel growled as he grabbed an empty glass from the table in front of me and poured himself a drink. "Ashira is making me even more pissed. She's so unrecognizable. She plays so dirty. I just feel bad for that old man for giving birth to such a daughter," Asher added, pouring himself a drink too. I simply sipped my liquor, staring at them calmly. Even though I didn't know what had happened, I knew they would eventually spill everything. "And Blackwell... fuck. Let's drag that damn old rascal here. He's too damn dangerous," Axel snapped, his gaze burning with rage before emptying his glass in one gulp.

AUTHOR’S POV "What! Who told him to do that?!?" Ashley asked, her lips trembling. "I have no idea... but I think he has given up on living." The butler replied in a sad tone. "T-Tell him not to think about death, tell him I will not let him die, I will try my best to cure him," Ashley said with her voice hoarse. Tears shone in her eyes, threatening to fall out, but she blinked them back, trying her best to stay strong. "Just take care of him, okay." She said in a low tone.

Alpha Emerald Black "Alpha black, are we going to do nothing and watch bunch of asshole destroy our allies why we do nothing in return. “Ethan said in disappointment as he scratched the beard. He those that a lot when he feels irritated about something. I don't know why he was being so dramatic, he should be happy it wasn't our pack that is been destroyed, and harmed.

SERAPHINA’S POV ‘The Hand in the Dark’ The air in the room instantly turned to ice. Lucian stood framed in the doorway, his broad shoulders blocking out the faint light from the corridor. He looked like a storm held together by sheer force of will, his tie loosened, his dark hair slightly disheveled, but his posture as imposing and unyielding as granite. In his left hand, he held a sleek black document folder. In his right, a compact signal jamming device that blinked with a single, ominous red light.

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.” Its grin widened. “That can be arranged.”

Dark. Intricate. Not ink. Not entirely. Something older. Something that doesn’t belong on human skin. My breath catches. Because I’ve seen it before. Not like this. Not fully. But pieces of it. Fragments. Etched into old books. Spoken in warnings. Taught to pups who were expected to lead one day. My hand stills. My gaze locks onto it. “What… is that?” Nyxara moves instantly. Too fast. She grabs my wrist and shoves my hand away from her, stepping back in the same motion, putting distance between us again.

he mumbled, his eyes turning black, “yes, I hate.” “Then unleash that part of you they have never seen, lock up their parts in you and give them the one they have never experienced. Let them know that you are not as simple as you seem. Claim your destiny, my prince.” Catherine smiled. Asher screamed as black smoke started sipping out of his eyes and swirling around him. Black veins stretched from his hands to his neck and on his face. His eyes were black and hollow and his lips were chapped as his claws grew long, black, and sharp.