Ash Dawn And Brock Novels & Stories

He threw an arm out, keeping her trapped behind him. "I knew I couldn't trust you!" Ashton shouted and swung another fist. Brock dodged it. Joanna tried to grasp Brock, but her hands met thin air and she toppled to the ground, wincing as her hip and arms took the brunt of her weight on the hardwood floor. She scrambled to press herself flat against the wall by the window as Ashton dove at Brock, catching him around the waist. The pair stumbled back, knocking into a sturdy bookshelf, but the momentum made the shelf quake, and a number of books toppled to the ground.

What he said did happen! They thought it would eventually leave, but the energy got nearer and nearer so they both took an attacking stance againts the darkness. Dior pushed Farran behind him and slowly opened the door. Darkness has engulfed the hallway, but Dior has good night vision. Holding his wife's wrist, they tackled the lonely and dark hallway. Each clack of their shoe against the floor echoed across the hallways, and both of them didn't bother hiding it. Since the undead eyeing them arrogantly released its energy, then Dior and Farrah doesn't have to hold back.

Asher Two days had passed since Brooke's first attempt at taking Malia's life. The camp was shrouded in an unsettling silence, the air heavy with foreboding, and even the wind seemed reluctant to stir. I stood before the growing crowd, my arms crossed as I scanned the faces before me—wolves, Lycans, and hybrids alike. Allies on paper, maybe, but united in spirit? Not even close.

They should have slapped them to death back at Wuthering Pavilion and this would not happen. “I know he is stalling,” said Dawn, the elder brother of the Twin Ghosts. His emotionless and frosty voice gave Dexter and the others chills. “Dawn, stop wasting time and do it,” said Dusk, the younger brother. He walked over to Dan. “Gold Tooth, get ready!” Dan’s eyes turned vicious as he threw a punch at Dusk. Dusk had a hint of contempt in his eyes as he looked at the incoming punch. He countered by grabbing Dan in the wrist.

“No, we will go out to him. We will choose a safe place, far enough from here. “In the meantime, we need to evacuate –” “If he wants my head, let him have it.” The group fell silent. “Alpha,” Brock growled. “What does it matter?” Dax asked, gazing around at his gathered men. All the wolves, without exception, began to growl. “Hear me,” Dax said firmly, “I have caused harm to Lightmoon and our allies by moving the fight to an earlier day. On top of that, I moved it earlier still from the new timeline.”

No way in hell was Brock ever going to let this go unpunished; Zayn Larson was a dead man! “You’re dead, you piece of sh*t! I swear to God—you’re dead meat!” Brock bellowed as loudly as a peal of thunder shaking the entire floor, attracting onlookers. Zayn shook his head. “You don’t even know how insignificant you really are, do you? You don’t deserve to raise your voice against me!” he scoffed. “But I guess you won’t remember your place unless I teach you a lesson.” Zayn added even more force, twisting Brock’s hand against its wrist harder and harder until it formed an unnatural angle that seemed ready to snap at any second In fact, Brock himself was bending backward in an agonizing, unnatu

He was sitting at his swivel chair and looking at the sunset by his window. It was when they were at the age of 10 and 13 years old. While they were playing in their backyard, Dash suddenly tripped at the standing pieces of wood that were intended to support the pile of bricks. It happens that Dart was under it while he was searching for a cloverleaf which he wanted to give to Bria as a lucky charm and remembrance before he leaves for Canada. He heard Bria shout his name and run towards him, who have been wanted to save him, but when he realizes that the bricks might fall over Bria, he stood up and covered her with his own body. It resulted in shallow scratches but a deep wound in his left e

And then he tells me about her. “Her name was Annalise,” he begins, tracing circles on my back with his fingertips. “I was 21, and I was running the squad with the other guys when the new recruits showed up for the summer, fresh out of high school. She was one of them.” Brock pauses, tilting his head down to look at me. “You sure you wanna hear this? It’s not a pretty story.” I nod, pressing a kiss to his chest. “I’m sure. Tell me.”

We kicked the door open to see Dawn being held back by Micheal who had a few bruises on his face along with another man who I assumed was Anthony and Ariana. They all had bruises on their face and stared at us in disbelief "Ash!" Dawn shouted looking a lot happy to see me "Ash.... What a surprise" Ariana said in her annoying voice "Ash she killed Salvia!" Dawn shouted before I could reply and I stared at her in shock.

“A human. Brock, really? After all your training, your duty, your power—you chose her? Do you even know what you’re doing?” Brock’s beast snarled beneath his skin, restless, protective. But Serena only leaned closer, her perfume filling his senses, the echo of memory tugging at him. “You and I… we were supposed to be. Everyone thought so. I’ve always been by your side, haven’t I? I know your darkness, your desires, better than she ever could.” “You don’t know me anymore,” Brock growled, his jaw tightening. “And whatever you think we had, it’s over. It’s been over.”