Ash Magic Novels & Stories

It felt much heavier than it looked. My head lifted toward her, concern clear on my face. “This is heavy.” “Exactly,” Almira said. “It is laced with magic. It is one of the ways we move through the lands without being seen.” She adjusted the fabric around me. “The Ashen people have been around for a long time, but no one can truly say they have seen us.” “Is that why it feels like this?” “Yes. It is the kind of magic used. It hides you, but it comes with weight.”

I outburst in frustration. Damien chuckled. "She'll be fine; she's just afraid. She's awake, Sage, maybe not mentally but physically. She needs assurance that she's safe before she can heal completely and wake." My brows furrowed in confusion. "She's an Afsrid wolf." I didn't say a word yet, but I digested what he had just said.

~Alaya No one knows how to answer my question, it seems, as it knocks them all into silence. "Fine," I mutter, folding my arms across my chest defiantly. "I want to speak to Alpha Asher." It is Death who stands, striding over to stand beside Aspen. She's the strangest looking female I have ever seen in my life. Her eyes are like a haze of smoke rippling up the side of a mountain. It curls around her pupils vividly, stealing my ability to see any sense of emotion she gives me. It's mystical. It's daunting.

Sunshine screams as the mixture flying through the air strikes her down. I step inside the protection ring. I reach out to make an opening and pull her onto our side to protect her, but before I can pull Sunshine into my magic protection, one of the minions grabs Sunshine. He hits Sunshine one time with the salty-smelling potion, and it penetrates her body.

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.

Opening her eyes, she realised she was sitting on the low hedges in front of Olive's house. "What the hell just happened?" She said as she freed herself from the hedges and walked towards Ethan and Ayesha. "That was me." Ayesha replied, the characteristic chewing gum in her mouth "I can move objects with my mind. Special kind of dark magic" Ethan snorted "It's the way she says 'dark magic'" "Shut up." Ayesha said and punched his arm.

"Avril, have some water and calm down. I know you're holding a grudge against me now, but you shouldn't be so rash next time." I didn't accept the cup of water. However, Peggy got burned by the hot water in the cup and ended up splashing the water onto my arm. "Oh! It burns…" The hot water scalded Peggy's finger. Vernon hurriedly led her to the tap and placed her finger under the running water. As for me, I was dressed lightly. The hot water had soaked through my chiffon top, scalding my arm instantly. I went to the restroom to handle the burn on my own. Very quickly, red blisters began forming on my left wrist.

Fates Intertwined Nicholas’s POV Ashley hadn’t had a vision since the day her favorite pet died. Everyone assumed her gift had been buried under the trauma. But it had never been gone. Only sleeping. She pressed trembling fingers to her temple. “There was fire. Smoke. The ground was cracking beneath her feet. And behind her—something. A shadow in the shape of a woman, but wrong. Not real. Like a memory with claws.” She choked on a breath. “And then I heard Azaria scream. Not loud—but raw. Like it was the last thing she’d ever say. It tore through me like it was my own voice.”

She stomped ahead, pine needles snapping underfoot, needing distance, needing air that wasn’t him—leather, sweat, that sharp edge that clung to her. He followed, silent again, but she felt him—his eyes on her back, heavy, like a weight she couldn’t shake. The woods stretched on, dark and endless, and her fingers brushed the vial again—Dorian’s curse, her leash—and she wondered who the hell they’d smashed on that truck, who’d paid for her not running to the cliff road.