Ash Black Butler Novels & Stories

Right after posting it, while I was still reading comments mocking me for putting on a tough front, I saw Immortal Ashes Team’s official account tag me in a post, openly standing by my side. "The crowd follows the herd. The strong walk alone. Those who don’t know how to cherish what they have will lose it. Ash Mercer, we stand with you. IA will always be your strongest backing."

I cut him off impatiently as we geared towards the front door. It abruptly opened and in front of us was an old butler. My eyes narrowed, he looked human. To make more caution, I threw a dose of wolfsbane powder at him. It had no effect, only making him cough instead with a frown on his face. “Can I help you gentlemen?” “He seems human.” Sebastian whispered from behind me. I scowled deeply, “We’re looking for someone. Asher Blackwood and Aurora Thompson to be precise.” I studied his face greatly for any sign of a facade, he remained stoic, eyes expressionless, “I don’t think I know who that is.”

I kind of remember Charles now. "Big guy, dark eyes, sour face?" I asked her, describing him how I remembered. She laughed nodding her head. "That's him." "Alright, I won't use Levi. Brontus it is." Ash seemed excited for this. "Let me say that the people you face will be stronger than me. So if you can't even beat me, then you know you have a lot of work to do." I pointed my finger at him in warning. "Understood." He nodded.

Then his mouth curled, sharp with greed. “There it is,” he whispered. “Finally.” Before he could finish, before he could harness whatever sick claim he thought he had over me, a shadow surged into us. Heath. A beast of black fur and fury, blood glistening on his muzzle, eyes lit like hellfire. He collided with Ashar with a force that rattled my bones, massive claws raking down Ashar’s chest. Ashar’s grip tore from me as he staggered, teeth bared. “Get off me!” Ashar roared, and his body broke apart, shifting, twisting, snapping until a massive silver-gray wolf stood where he had been.

Ash had a fawning smile on his lips as he answered what Maki question is, Using a tone of 'as a matter of factly' Name: Ash *** Age: 27 years old Identity: A5 Class Heroes Special Secret Identity: Army of Protective Team Cover Original World: Earth Ability: Wood (Requires Upgrade Ability) System Name: System 0000000096321 Binding Method: Soul contracted (Effective both to the Host and system) Special Circumstances: Mental Patient Patient Record #165 : PSTD Ash answered in his usual steady voice but had a hint of fawning with the Maki guy, "Our superiors from the top wanted to make the S level heroes take care of it because we, as an ordinary heroes cant take care of the monsters attacking th

That same sense of being on the edge of something irreversible. Thunder rolled again, louder this time. The lights above her buzzed, then dimmed for half a second. She looked up. Something was coming. She could feel it in her bones. She turned, sensing eyes on her. The silver-haired man watched Kael disappear down the corridor, then turned his gaze to Isla. His name was Thorne—a former Ashen sentry, now Kael’s most trusted advisor. His eyes, pale grey and sharp as flint, missed nothing.

Black Belt ordered his men and they all answered in unison before walking out of the room. Fortunately, the last man to leave left the door slightly open and that made Ashley’s senses rise, her eyes widening as a new hope spread in her chest. It seemed like the moon goddess was helping her? First the pocket knife and now a miraculous mistake Black belt’s men had probably never made before. “Oh, look who is awake,” Black belt teased, a smile spreading across his lips like he wasn’t just in a foul mood. Ashley quickly directed her gaze away from the door and dropped it on Black belt, fixing the rope on her hands perfectly.

Golden light spilled across the hospital grounds, bathing the trees in warmth. Almost unconsciously, her feet carried her toward the eastern observation corridor. She found Arman exactly where he always sat. The notebook rested on his lap. The forest stretched beyond the glass. He looked up when she approached and smiled. "Hello, Doctor." His voice carried the same warmth it always had. For a moment, Aisha found herself unable to speak. Because she was no longer looking at a psychiatric patient. She was looking at the boy from the drawing. The boy who had spent sixty years waiting for a family that existed only inside his own heart.

A strange place put him on edge, but better than having to explain to people with too-knowing eyes why he was in such a shitty mood. Knight chased the last dregs of whiskey in his glass before setting it down on the bar counter. He stared at the empty glass and tilted it from side to side, careful to keep his grip just shy of breaking. It’d been a struggle when he first got Awakaned. He’d ruined untold numbers of doors and pieces of furniture, not to mention weapons, during his learning curve. Sometimes he still thought the body he lived in wasn’t his own, but those moments were few and far between now, thank god for that. “You want another?” the bartender dubiously asked as he braced himsel

also true though his father would never know it. Months passed and Jones tried all manners of torture, including killing the men Alexandra had brought with her one by one. Just when Alexandra had been about to break a young White Wolf Clan child had accidently come by his cell and the boy's kindness and purity of spirit had helped Alexandra to carry on, not to break. She had never known the boy's name but the way the boy had found her lovely as he himself loved lovely things had been endearing. Unknown to Alexandra this young boy had been none other than Ash, a White Wolf Clan warrior who would grow up to become one of the most cunning and thus dangerous generals in army in the war against t