Ash Magic Novels & Stories

Chapter 146 Writer POV Asher raise his he’s up immediately, what is he feeling right now? His head was down staring at his glass cup of beer. It’s the first time he would be tasting something like that but it’s not that bad like he had imagined he would be, Scott and Anthony are both on the dance floor. Right they came to had fun and here he is probably like he’s hallucinating things right now, he could feel the mate bond right now. It’s getting stronger with each seconds and it’s like the person is coming closer to him, he inhale it deeply start using his mind ti keep tracking the smell.

"Therefore I have both shifting abilities and magic." As if to prove his point, Asher held up a hand, allowing a ball of light to burst forward and hover just above his palm. Eyes widening, I took in the sight. "I thought mages needed to be connected with the earth to perform magic." Everything we were taught said that, so how was Asher able to wield magic without a connection to the earth? "See this bracelet." Asher said, closing his hand around the ball of light he created and pointing to a black leather band that sat on his wrist. "This band has water from Mount Kranos infused in it. It allows me to use its essence when I feel like it. "

Ignoring Jinx's pleas and the urge to go to my mate I forced my legs to carry me to the lobby where Ash was. I spotted him leaning against the wall in the modern fancy lobby just menacing enough that people were giving him a wide berth. Ash didn't like people or crowds, he was more of a lone wolf in his life within our pack. I moved to meet him as he pushed off the wall and met me in a brotherly embrace. He immidiately began to sniff the air. Ash was a descent of the moon goddess, each had a gift. His older siblings had the power of fire and water. Ash had a super sensative sense of smell. He could scent anything even if it had been magically concealed.

My hands trembled as I reached out—not for the shard, but for clarity, for something that could anchor me in the storm. Ashara’s golden eyes softened, almost pitying. “You cannot escape me, child. You are the continuation of what I began, the vessel through which my fire lives again. Deny it, and you will be ash. Accept it, and you will be me.” Her words dripped like molten iron, branding themselves across my soul. The fire twisted, coiling tighter, until every beat of my heart echoed with hers.

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.

Her stomach was bandaged, but her face wore a victorious smile. "Do you know what he told me just now?" She pulled a small crystal out of a bag on her wheelchair. The crystal glowed, projecting an image into the air. I saw myself thirteen years ago—in rags, covered in wounds, taken and broken by three rival Alphas. I was crawling on the ground, weeping, begging for mercy. "Shut up!" I snarled. "He said," Seraphina continued, letting the humiliating images play, "that he only saved you back then out of pity. But now, he's found the woman he was truly meant to love."

I admitted, tracing a finger along the rim of my mug as the server set it down in front of me. Ashleigh smiled faintly, taking a slow sip of her tea. “Restlessness can leak into magic. Sometimes that can be useful, but more often it’s dangerous depending on how you handle it.” We talked for a while after that. At first, it was easy. Classes, mid-terms, and her greenhouse experiments. The things I would have talked about with anyone. But slowly, almost without realizing it, we wandered into deeper waters, magic and bonds and the way House politics was shifting in the breach’s wake. Ashleigh was careful never to tell me outright what to do, but her words were selected with an intent I couldn’t

The love in their eyes made me feel that this trip through the human world had been more than worth it. I slowly closed my eyes. Right before they shut completely, I had a strange feeling and turned my head toward the narrow glass window in the door. Through it, I saw a handsome face with red eyes and trembling lips. It was Cole. My vision, my sense of touch, and my sense of smell began to fade as I waited for death to take me. Seconds before I lost my hearing too, I heard people shouting my name from all around. In the midst of all the noise, I caught one voice that wasn't loud at all. It should've been clear and cool, but right then it was hoarse. Its owner called out, "Izzy."

to me. Not once. Not even when we were children, when our parents were still alive. Theron put the communicator away and walked back to my ashes. He crouched down, his hand hovering over them. I held my breath. Please, recognize me. When we were kids, we found an ancient text in the clan library. It spoke of a secret unique to our bloodline. Even in ash, an imprint of the soul remains. A powerful enough mind, one deeply connected to the blood, could read it.