Ash C Novels & Stories

​It was an internal classification code used by Vance Global's private logistics firm for nonviable, nonconsensual biological extractions. ​It meant the patient on the table wasn't expected to wake up in a recovery room. It meant the body was classified as high risk medical cargo to be kept sedated, transported across international borders without standard customs manifests, and processed at a private facility far outside federal jurisdiction. ​They weren't saving Chloe. They were erasing me entirely. ​"Doctor," the technician’s voice trembled slightly. "The harvest count is at seven hundred milliliters. Her core temperature is falling."

Morgan Blackstorm didn't allow Ashley to haggle and decided directly. ***

The armored tactical personnel carrier carved through the winding switchbacks of the northern highway, its heavy diesel engine a low, rhythmic growl that vibrated straight through the chassis. Outside the reinforced glass, the dense, mist-shrouded pines of the Bloodmoon frontier rapidly gave way to the sharp, imposing architecture of the capital’s outer industrial ring. Neon signs cut through the perpetual gray drizzle, casting bleeding smears of cyan and crimson across the wet asphalt.

I was already doing 70 mph when he ran straight into the path of the car, arms outstretched, trying to block my escape. I couldn't brake in time. The impact sent him flying. He hit the asphalt hard, blood pouring from his mouth. But he was still moving. A werewolf's damn healing ability. I got out of the car and walked toward him. Kaelen struggled to his feet, staggering toward the rejection papers that had scattered across the ground. Some of the pages were already stained with his blood. He picked them up, one by one, and then—he started shoving them into his mouth.

Clad in a plain black shirt as he walks through the door way. I walk to the dj set, and ask him to turn it doesn't. He does as I grab the mic and tap on it before speaking into it, catching everyone attention. “Hello~ lovely ladies and gentlemen” I catch a glimpse of Zion moving along with the crowd. “I know you are enjoying but do you know what's this bash for?” I ask, eyeing Zion who finally makes it in the front. “Tonight's Bash is for my amazing brother Zion” I drag the word ‘amazing’ in a slow silly way before adding,

**Chapter: A Distant Echo** Lisa was sitting on the terrace of Ace’s mansion, sipping on her coffee as the early morning sun painted the sky in hues of pink and orange. It was one of those rare peaceful moments they had these days, a brief respite from the chaos that seemed to follow them. She glanced over at Ace, who was leaning against the railing, lost in thought. He had been distant lately, more so than usual, and Lisa couldn’t help but worry.

She fall in love with Austin Williams from the moment she knew what is love. Name: Ashley Williams Age: 22 Secondary Gender: Alpha Ashley Williams is Austin Williams and Adonis Williams's cousin. He is a typical son in a rich family. He is flirtatious and cynical. His hobbies are spending money and dating. He is afraid of Austin Williams. He is very nosy towards Adonis Williams's relationship status and tries to help him in his relationship.

You seem like someone who has spent too much time chasing their destiny. A tiny smile tightened her lips, but she remained silent. Now their issues were more serious. The sharp peaks of the Ashen Spires towered in the distance as she looked beyond the horizon. As though sensing her uncertainty, the shard pulsed softly in her backpack. As the sun began to set, the sky turned scarlet and amber, and they paused to rest. Zara discovered a safe haven behind a crooked tree, its twisted branches extending like skeletal fingers into the darker sky.

Chapter Thirty-One: Isn't it suspicious? In the living room, Shane invited Asher for a drink at his mini bar. They sat adjacent to each other on stools while Shane poured the alcohol. “What do you want?” he asked, grabbing a bottle. “Vodka,” Asher replied without hesitation. Shane glanced at him, lifting a brow. “Isn’t that too strong? You have to drive Alissa back.” There was a hint of concern in his voice, though he tried to sound nonchalant.

Narrator- Alpha Asher casually gathered Miranda's limp form in his arms, along with her fallen keys and purse. Her head naturally leaned against his chest, and the moment her hair grazed against Asher's skin, he gladly breathed in a whiff of her natural scent. She smelled like sweet ripe oranges in the summer. Asher smiled and crossed the street, towards his SUV. He walked around the passenger side only to stop in his tracks when he noticed Joshua standing against the door with his arms crossed and a knowing smirk on his lips.