Ash Williams Ash Vs Evil Dead 소설 & 이야기

She cared little about what Rachel thought of her. “You can't fool me.” Ashley lifted a brow at Rachel at her statement. “You’re filled with evil.” Rachel spat. Ashley huffed. “Not everyone is like you, Rachel. Always having some dirty little scheme up their sleeves. Just because you do not have ‘it’ in you, doesn't mean there is no goodness in others.” The insult was subtle, yet crude and harsh, slapping Rachel hard across her face and her ego. “You bítch!-”

There could be no hesitation. Ash moved with lethal grace, cutting through lines with a blade in one hand and a sidearm in the other. Each movement was fluid, precise, deadly. He found Henry at the center of a small skirmish, their eyes locking in a brief, icy moment of recognition. Without hesitation, Ash’s blade arced, striking with unflinching force, severing Henry’s head cleanly. The sound was horrendous, but necessary. The line of defense crumbled immediately after, morale shattered by the sudden brutality.

“There’s an old Everley story about a dragon with more than one mate. Even in your kind, it’s rare, but it has happened. The bonds burned hot, and together, they were more than any others could ever hope to be. In fact, they were unmatched. But the same heat that made them powerful also could have destroyed them, and more than once, it nearly did. It wasn’t magic that saved them in the end, but the way they chose to wield it together.” The way she said “your kind” made my chest clench. “And if they hadn’t handled it right?” I asked. She didn’t look away. “Then the fire would have consumed them all. And everything around them.” I sat back, forcing my expression neutral while my mind whirled.

POV: Ash Ryder "Get out of my way, you mindless filth, or I’ll paint this ice with whatever rot you have for blood!" Ash’s voice was no longer the steady, commanding baritone of the Silverfang Alpha. It was a jagged, raw snarl that vibrated with a terrifying lack of restraint. He lunged forward, his silver dagger flashing in a lethal arc as it sank into the neck of a Shadow-beast. The creature, a twisted mass of smoke and elongated bone, didn't even have time to hiss before Ash ripped the blade sideways, decapitating it with a spray of violet ichor that sizzled against the frozen ground.

There were several stripper poles installed and scattered across the whole floor. I frowned in disgust as I looked around. “What can I say, I like to party,” Asher said with a guilty smile. I made no reply as I walked towards the pentagram and candles. It was pretty much the same except that the skulls were three times less than Kieran’s. Asher was more of a politician than a fighter, so only four challengers died by his hands. I inspected it as closely as I could. There were no witnesses and suspect. “I am moving out,” Asher said as he looked on in disgust.

I felt nothing, only smooth skin. A shaky breath escaped me. “I died…” The words sounded foreign out loud, but it was true. I know that I died, because how much can one imagine life slipping out of their body? You don’t hallucinate the weight of betrayal like that. But then again, I was back. “I’m back.” The realization settled slowly, like dust after chaos. As much as it didn't make sense, it was coming together and I was accepting it. The weirdest part was seeing a dead man alive and well. Ethan Adams was with me, alive, talking, smiling. He drove me home.

How stupid i was to think i could escape my fate. The door to the dounge yanks open and the shouting of two men telling everyone to get to their feet rips me from my thought of how i ended up here. I straighten my shoulders and take a slow deep breath ready to walk to my death. i know my fate and ive expected it. "God if you can hear me just make it quick" i whisper to myself. My eyes snap forward to the sound of my cell door being yanked open. My hands shake as the werewolf infront of me pulls me from my cell. At 5'4 and 110 pounds its pointless to put up a fight.They dont call them beast for nothing. Hes about 6ft and built like a tank. His name is garret i think. He has dark brow hair and

By no means had Elizabeth been a good mother, but she didn't deserve to be murdered by her own son. “You will pay for everything, Ash. I'll make sure you'll pay for it,” Grey said, his tone hard with promise. “Sorry to tell you, Grey, but Dylan, Lily, and you will die tonight. But don't worry; I'll bury the three of you together, and you will have your so-called happy ending in your next lifetime.” Having said those words, Ash grabbed the gun from his holster, aimed it at me, and without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.

It was fear, curdled into something monstrous by nineteen years of practice, and she had just watched the one person she’d spent her whole life protecting nearly die because of the exact silence she’d kept. Kai’s eyes opened. Not far, not steady, but open, and they found me first, before Renata, before the wrecked room, before anything else, and something in his face when he saw me eased for a half second even through the pain, before it tightened again with the effort of speaking. “Elias.” His voice was wrecked, barely a breath. “Did he. Are you.” “I’m fine. You threw yourself in front of a bullet, you absolute idiot, I’m fine—”

"Where are the elixirs?" A tall shadow on the floor crossed Adeline's barely open eyes. The shadow was of a bulky man, his frame strong and sturdy, and on his hand was a whip. When his deep voice reached Adeline's faraway consciousness, the hairs at the back of her neck stood up. She clenched her fist in anger, despite losing every inch of her being. "We... don't have... such thing," Adeline replied in a hoarse voice, gritting her teeth.