Ash Giant Pathfinder Novels & Stories

he continued. "What? The ancient war beast? Is it the same war beast the priestess was talking about?" Ashley wondered and then she brought out her phone. A new message popped on her screen and she instantly opened it. As soon as she saw the name of the sender, she hit her forehead in realization. It was from Rita. "God, I totally forgot" she muttered to herself and then she proceeded to check the message. "Hey, there's something I need to tell you. Message me when you're free" She read the first message. Of course she had read it before, but she had not been able to reply. She proceeded to read the recent message.

Just then, a small head peeked through the suffocating smoke. “Madam, do you need any help?” someone asked timidly. I forced my eyes open and saw a young boy who was about the same age as my son. He was covered in ash and dirt, but his eyes shone brightly through the smoke. He was so small in size, yet he managed to muster the strength to help me up. Then, together, we slowly made our way outside. The path to the outside was incredibly challenging, and I felt like giving up several times.

He jumped into the crater, grabbing the disoriented Asher on the neck, trying to choke him into surrendering. Asher kicked the air, trying to free himself, but Alaric’s grip was strong and solid. It was amazing that he could lock an animal twice his size that strong on the neck. Asher knew that if he didn’t free himself that he would lose consciousness and that would mean he had lost. Without thinking twice, he started growing big, taking his royal beast form. His growing size was finally enough to make Alaric release him. Before Alaric could withdraw to a safe distance, Asher grabbed him and slammed him to the ground, then he started punching him in the face with his gigantic paw.

But she wasn’t exactly sure how. It started small. Flickering lights when she was angry. A crack spidering across the kitchen window when her mom screamed at her for not moving on already. Then there was the dream. It felt real. Too real. She was standing in a forest of ash trees. Everything was grey; the sky, ground, even the wind. Then she looked down and saw something glow on her skin. A mark. Twisting vines circling her arm, pulsing like it had a heartbeat of its own.

"Well then, let me spell it out for you. "You invited me to your dance competition that day, planning to have me kidnapped on the way. But things didn’t go as expected, so you and Yannis came up with a new plan. This time, you are the one being kidnapped. You wanted to demand my company's shares as ransom. "But you miscalculated one thing. During the video call that day, I noticed something strange—the kidnapper had a mole on his hand, just like Yannis did. It was even on the same finger, the same spot."

'The person Sophia hates the most is the one who beat her and left her to die in an alley,' Shara, my Daemon, said. This explains a lot, the reason they are always trying to find out things about the Moon Warriors pack. As we got close, we could see a green mist around; those who tried to approach ended up burning, and their skin began to grow strangely. "STAY BACK!" Hélios shouted to his allies, who did exactly as he ordered. I combined the shadows with Perseus' flame aura, which opened a path for us to advance. Our footsteps echoed through the corridors heavily. I clenched my teeth as the runes on my body began to burn. Those I made for protection in case the rejection ritual happened.

She felt calm and safe. Even at the sight of blood and ice, Chloe didn't feel afraid, not even when the shadows finally reached her and curled upwards to brush against her hand like the welcoming nuzzle from a dog. The feeling of thick fur brushed momentarily against Chloe's fingertips before she felt like she was being shepherded forward, further into the winter wasteland. It felt like she had been alone forever. Well, not *alone* because the shadows kept her company as they followed her, dancing around her bare feet as she walked through the snow. Chloe didn't know where she was going exactly but she felt like she was going in the right direction. Something was urging her to keep moving as

She did not want to waste her chance roasting the man who cheated on her best friend. "You mean you're that Ash-" "Yes... He's that Ashton Grey. The one that owned that big fashion company. AG Atelier, remember? The company used to hold a lot of design contests for art students before. Ashley and I used to participate in those contests before and we often told you that, you know... What a turn of events, Ashley ended up marrying the owner of that company," Hana kept roasting the guy harshly.

Like a kind of intuition. -Wait, he turns left. -On the left? -Yes do it. -We'll take longer to arrive. -He says something confused. -You do it. Azael obeys, turning left and avoiding the stretch where we had the accident just a year ago. I sigh in relief not knowing why, but that strange feeling just goes away.

"That’s what makes it safe." Ashley peered out the window, her eyes narrowing as she tried to spot the safehouse. At first, all she saw were trees and rocks, the landscape unchanged from the miles they had already traveled. But then she noticed a small dirt path branching off from the main road, barely visible through the underbrush. Demon turned the car onto the path, the tires crunching over gravel and twigs. The path wound through the forest, narrowing as they went, until finally, they emerged into a small clearing.