Ash's Corner Novels & Stories

Ash says feeling confident about himself, from Alpha Paul’s reaction he could tell that he had gotten to him real good. “You shouldn’t have done that, now you will pay for the consequences of that” Alpha Paul warned. “Killing you would be the consequences” Ash smirked as he watched him run towards him and change in the air. Ash swiftly changed to Hamish and jumped up raising his claws, they both slashed each other’s face and fell to the ground. Hamish bit on his neck pinning him to the ground, Alpha Paul kicked him off him and he smashed his back on the wall.

"Enjoy your stay, Miss Lily." "Yes, thank you," the lady replied, smiling under her hat. The bustles of a busy road scratched at her ear when she finally left the subway. She passed by an alleyway, and a familiar ugly sound replaced the assaults of the street chatters and car engines. The world suddenly closed in on her as she slowly glanced at the direction of the sound of flesh hitting another flesh. "Yeah! Get him!" Three young men surrounded two others: Their faces were swelling in red and blue as they breathed in a ragged rhythm. Both wore angry faces, and it seemed as though they'd been long time enemies.

Book Two: Fight or Flight Sweat dripped into Ash's eyes, momentarily obscuring his opponent. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs from the last punch he took. He ducked another jab and hit his opponent with a series of strikes to the side and back that brought grunts of pain from his opponent. Van Koslov, otherwise known as The Brick, went down onto one knee, panting.

Laying on the ground, is a plastic image of Ash, or his look-alike, with fragments of the glass scattered all around it. It was a decoy. I knew it. This man won't allow himself to get caught just like that. I try to reign in my anger but it comes out anyway - as tears. And Ash takes it the wrong way. "Come on, Hazel eyes, don't be scared, we're gonna catch the bastard." I watch with budding anger as he speaks to his men via the mic in his jacket, and from the corner of my eyes, I look up to see them scattering in various directions. One comes toward us, but Ash shakes his head and he walks away in another direction.

Something in my chest tightens. Because he means it. He’s not trying to manipulate information out of me. Not trying to corner me. Not trying to force trust. He’s simply offering patience. And after everything I’ve lived through… I don’t know what to do with that. “You really are a strange wolf.” The corner of his mouth lifts. “Takes one to know one.” Unfortunately… He has a point. Before I can respond, a howl suddenly echoes across the settlement. One. Then another.

"Horton is gone, and he's never coming back! Why are you still fighting for a ghost?" A dead silence fell over the hall. Then, a roar of fury erupted. "He's not gone!" "The Alpha lives!" "Kill the traitor!" The Shadow Guard emerged from the edges of the hall, their dark figures like ghosts as they surrounded Willis and his cronies. "Do it," I said simply. Gunshots rang out, then quickly fell silent. Willis knelt in a pool of his own blood, the life gone from his eyes. I walked to the microphone at the front of the stage.

Ash leans in, “Are you ready for this?”

I know him without knowing how. His mouth is closed. Fear rises fast. Not fear that he’ll howl. Fear that he won’t. Fear that I’ve carried him through blood and ash only to pass down silence. “No,” I breathe. I reach for him. The distance stretches. “Choose,” I whisper. “Not for them. Not for me. For yourself.” His little chest expands. Then Ashen opens his mouth. The howl is clear. Not loud. Not violent. Not hungry. Clear.

Right after posting it, while I was still reading comments mocking me for putting on a tough front, I saw Immortal Ashes Team’s official account tag me in a post, openly standing by my side. "The crowd follows the herd. The strong walk alone. Those who don’t know how to cherish what they have will lose it. Ash Mercer, we stand with you. IA will always be your strongest backing."

We found Ash on level three, cell number fourteen. He was curled in the corner of his unit, small and shaking, his eyes dimmed from the nullification field. But when I broke the cell door open and the runes shattered, his eyes flared back to life. “Mama?” His voice was barely a whisper. “I’m here, baby.” I was on my knees, pulling him into my arms, crushing him against my chest. “Mama’s here. You’re safe now.” He sobbed into my neck, his small hands gripping my shirt with desperate strength. “They kept saying you weren’t coming. That nobody wanted me.”