Novel & Cerita Ash Vs Paul Full Battle

He thought she would be frightened and unable to say much without her memory. Alpha Greg was escorted to a special seat prepared for him by Lance. He sat down and discussed some things with Lance. Ashley was left standing alone. The faces around looked strange to her. She could feel some piercing and penetrating gaze on her. It came from those men who couldn't take their eyes off her even when Lance was in the room but they dared not approach her. "I'm Daxon, one of the warriors you led and trained. It's nice to have you back, commander." One man walked up to Ashley and said.

My other hand snaps up toward my assaulters throat as best as I can manage being pinned on my stomach. Another shot blocked so smoothly that I know this is not a battle I can win. The assaulter pins both my wrists above my head in one smooth motion, forcing them into the dirt as their weight settles over me like I'm nothing. I go still. Not because I'm done fighting, but because I'm thinking of my next move. Their grip tightens slightly almost as if they know my next thoughts. I tilt my head, meeting his eyes. Dark green swirling with flecks of gold. His eyes are breathtakingly beautiful. If he didn't have me pinned in the dirt with his cold gaze icing my entire body, I would have been enamo

The previous battle had already left its marks, and my body was tired and weak; his assault was like a final blow. Fangs sank into my arm, eliciting a guttural growl. Blood mixed with the soil as the fight reached a devastating climax. Preparing for the final blow, Paul raised his sharp claws to my neck, ready to finish what he had started, looking at me without remorse and determined to do what had to be done. Ava's revelation drew our attention, casting a shadow over the confrontation. "Don't kill him, Paul! I'm expecting his child!" The impact of the news reverberated in me. I looked at Ava, my body tense, as the words echoed in my wounded mind. Hurt and bleeding, I hesitated, the complex

Asher growled, his eyes turning black, and black veins appeared on his hands and arms. “You should know, Son of Aspa, I am not the same man you fought that day. You are merely but a part of Aspa. I defeated Aspa in her prime when she was rumored as one of the strongest goddesses ever, now imagine what I can do to you.” Alaric said before he dashed towards Asher at an unbelievable speed. Asher saw him coming, knew he was coming, but yet he couldn’t dodge the attack, and Alaric’s palm struck on his chest, sending him flying and he clashed on the iron gate and fell on the ground.

Alpha Reid said as the circled each other. Alpha Reid rushed towards Ashton grabbing him and pinning him towards the ground, Hava quickly hid herself to take cover from the fight. Ashton pushed him off him but the price he had to pay for that was a slash to his face. He got back on his fours but Alpha Reid wouldn’t let him be as he tried to knock him down again, Ashton was directly underneath him when he knocked him off once again causing to crash to a tree.

“I'm not that vicious.” “You tried to kill me before, Paul.” “I was sick then. You know that.” “And now?” A subtle mockery underlined her voice. “Where do you think I've been all this while?-” “Don't know, don't care.” She cut him. “I got help.” Paul admitted shamefully. “Well, good for you!” Ashley remarked sarcastically. Paul smiled ruefully and averted his gaze. When he looked up at Ashley again, she saw pain embedded deep in his eyes. But she felt no pity for him. She wasn't convinced.

As the lightning fell, all of Buford's force and poison immediately crumbled, unable to withstand the might of Ashton's attack. In the blink of an eye, Ashton appeared in front of Buford. His voice was deadly as he growled, "Who gave you the nerve to come to Casoria and make your poisons here? Who gave you the audacity to hurt my legionnaires? Are you aware of just how gruesome your death is going to be?" Dark flames burned even more strongly in Ashton's eyes as he threw a series of ten punches at Buford.

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.

Hundreds of bodies surged forward all at once. And then the battlefield exploded again. The collision hit like a storm. Our wolves fought with everything they had left, but exhaustion slowed every movement. Fresh enemy wolves tore through weakened defenses faster than we could recover. Everywhere I looked, wolves were falling—friends, pack members, people who had already survived one war only to be thrown into another before they could even breathe. The battlefield became chaos almost instantly. And in the middle of it, Asher came for me. Of course he did. Alpha against Alpha.

She was a fury on the field, surrounded by lightning and blood, casting shield after shield over our men while slicing through the enemy with terrifying grace. This wasn’t just a battle. This was war. And we were winning. But it wasn’t over. Soon, we were done with the rebels that had emerged from the hidden door. “Fall back and regroup!” I ordered. The shadows were retreating, but I knew better—they were shifting. Lurking. Planning. We had entered the heart of Ashville where the first war had happened and it reeked of death and corruption. The second we got back to the treeline where the others were waiting the ground began to quake. It didn't just tremble, it shook violently.