Ash Vs Volkner Romane & Geschichten

Alan turned his head for a moment, his eyes narrowing. “Yes,” Asher said, eyes flicking between Alan and me. “I know who you are. Alan. I’ve heard about you, but never really got into wanting to know you....or to see your face. I know what you did for Alex Volkov. But I have to tell you, I’m surprised to find you here.” The place was silent. The tension hung in the air like a thick fog. But Asher looked calm, too calm, almost unnervingly relaxed as he continued, speaking with a serious, measured tone.

“Dragging me in here so no one sees what you are, Nolan? A tyrant? A butcher pretending to be king?” Nolan didn’t answer. He just stepped forward. Delgado understood. A predator smiled at another predator. “You want to finish this yourself.” Ashley felt Nolan’s hand brush her hip, a silent push to move back. Jax guided her further behind an old machinery. “Let him handle this,” he said. Delgado rolled his shoulders. “I always wondered how good the big bad Viper boss really was without his army,” he said, eyes lingering on Ashley. “And without his little trophy.”

I mumbled softly and he chuckled heartily, wrapping his arm around my waist and walking with me up the driveway. "My father is Devon Volkov, the highest ranking seat member of the vampire council, basically he leads it all with advice from your dad, the king," Ash explained and I nodded in understanding. "He's almost equal to the vampire king in power, that's cool, so you're like the prince," I winked and he chuckled and shrugged. We headed towards an enormous modern looking mansion. It was white with archways and lots of landscaping. "Who's the lady, Ashley," asked a man dressed in all black holding an AK 47.

Light filtered in through broken skylights, cutting the space into slashes of gold and black. Then, a voice. "Thought I smelled betrayal on the wind." Carter Graves stepped out from behind a pillar, his lanky, wiry body, shotgun crisscrossed over his back, and cigarette dangling from his lips. "You've aged, Voss," he remarked. "Did prison give you hope?" Damien didn't flinch. "Only ghosts." Graves' eyes shot to Asher, his expression pinching. "And who's this? Your insurance?" "I'm the consequence," Asher spoke softly.

Though it was out of the way, the advantage was that she could see Asher from not too far away. Like right now—Neil beside him said something, and the guys laughed along in response. Only Asher remained expressionless as he lifted his water glass. His long legs were spread apart, and the soft, form-fitting training uniform outlined his strong physique. He was cold and cool. After setting down the glass, he ran a large hand through his blond hair, exuding an air of not wanting to bother with anyone. Well, Captain Voss was clearly in a bad mood. Anyone could see he was angry.

“You weren’t authorized.” The man grins. “I never am.” I recognize him before he speaks again. Not by face—by weight. By the way the city pulls away from him like it doesn’t want to be noticed. “Name’s Ash,” he says. “Protagonist, depending who you ask.” Jonas’s voice goes flat. “You’re supposed to be off-grid.” “Yeah,” Ash replies. “So are ghosts.” He looks at me then. Really looks. No reverence. No calculation. Just recognition.

And now this. Vlad Nelson was a big man, maybe not as big as him but still, this deal was important and Ashley ruined it, he yelled, “HOW CAN YOU TALK TO HIM LIKE THAT! HUH! HE IS A MAN IN HIS SIXTIES AND HIGHLY RESPECTED! HOW CAN YOU BEHAVE LIKE THIS WITH HIM? YOU KNEW HOW IMPORTANT THE DEAL WAS FOR US AND YET YOU!” “SHUT UP!” Ashley yelled back at the top of her lungs, and that shocked everyone.

Mercedes wrapped her arms tighter around Bentley, who leaned his head against her shoulder. “I need water,” Asher muttered. Rory shook his head. “You need to talk.” Ava stepped closer. “Asher… baby… what did you do?” Asher dragged a hand down his face, groaning into his palms. “It was years ago. Years. I thought it was done.” “What was done?” Ava pressed. Asher hesitated. He looked around the room—at Bentley’s bruised face, at Mercedes’s trembling hands, at Rory’s stern expression, at Theo’s tightening jaw, at Ruth and Abigail watching carefully. When his gaze found Ava, something in him finally cracked.

Asher POV My name’s Asher Voss. Twenty-eight, two hundred and ten pounds of scarred muscle, and the undisputed bastard of the Black Veil circuit for three straight years. Nobody touched me in the ring, nobody got close enough outside it either. I liked it that way kept the hunger sharp, the rage clean.

“Are we allowed to shift during this fight or do we stay in human forms only?” He gave me a look like I was certifiably insane. “I really don’t think you want to fight against Thor. But if you shift, so will I.” ‘Oh, we’re shifting alright! I want to see what Thor looks like.’ Aerona says prancing around in my head as if she had just been given the winning lottery ticket. “That’s fair.” I say to Asher and Aerona both. Asher makes it to his side of the circle and takes his shirt off. I can’t help but to watch his muscles as they move and flex on his arms and abs throughout the process. Goddess he’s sexy.