Ash X Cynthia Novels & Stories

Craig said proudly. Lana spoke without looking up. “Craig, if you don’t have work to do, I can find something for you. We love you both together, just not when the sexual tension is still so much.” Craig immediately sat up straighter. “I’m suddenly very busy, thank you very much.” Victoria smirked. “Amazing recovery.” The moment the clock struck 4 o'clock, Craig was the first one to stand up, cracking all the bones in his body. “Finally! I will see you witches tomorrow, hopefully.” He said, stuffing his laptop in his bag and strutting off as he whistled ‘Oh happy day' and occasionally threw a step or two.

And started reading about love. Love imagined perhaps. Love invented. But love nonetheless. A knock interrupted her thoughts. She looked up. Dr. Matthew Greene stood in the doorway. The senior psychiatrist carried two cups of coffee. "I thought I'd find you here." Aisha accepted one gratefully. "How did you know?" He glanced toward the notebooks. "Everyone ends up doing this eventually." She laughed weakly. "I've spent six hours reading." "Closer to seven." The correction startled her. She checked the clock.

He seemed so unsure of what he was about to do. Ashley's mum looked at him with hope. She signaled him to carry on with a raise of her hand. Brody then straddled Ashley and held her face in his hands. It was such an emotional sight to behold. I was deeply affected by the fact that Ashley did not respond to Axel’s kiss. Although it kind of gave me a chance to try, too, what if Ashley had already crossed to the other side? Circe mentioned that she was closer to death than life. What if she had fully gone to the realm of death?

As if the unknown heard, our surroundings start to fill with shadows— massive like it was going to swallow us all. Then it disappeared into thin air, leaving its remnant on the floor. Xander seems to return back to his normal state.He frowns deeply, staring at that black remnants with palpable fear in those eyes. “Xander? What is it?” I ask, my voice almost a whisper yet it feels sharp against the thick silence. He doesn't answer nor spare me a glance but runs upstairs into one of the rooms. Drax and I exchange a look of worry.

I couldn't take it anymore, and I slapped Rosa on the face. Since I had to do a lot of work by myself in the mountains, I had gotten a lot stronger. So, her face was swollen in no time. When she saw Yoel from the corner of her eyes, she took the opportunity to fall to the ground. Her white dress was tainted by the mud immediately. Yoel had just returned from collecting water from the river. When he saw what happened, he anxiously threw the bucket to the side.

Dust and small debris rained down from the ceiling, and the floor beneath us trembled. "They're coming," Lena said, already gathering the most important texts and shoving them into her pack. "We need to move." I remained frozen before the mural, my mind racing. If these texts contained information about the Phoenix Essence, about me, they might hold the key to removing the cuff. To regain my power. To remember everything. Including what had happened between Dain and me. What had turned him from ally to enemy? And maybe, just maybe, they held information about my connection to Hail across lifetimes.

“You don’t get to act like this is normal.” “No,” he said, setting the book down. “Nothing about you has ever been normal.” Her fists clenched. “You abused us. You nearly killed my mother.” “And yet here you are,” he replied, unbothered. “Famous. Powerful. A shining beacon of female resilience. You should thank me.” Cassandra moved beside her, fury blazing. “We should put a bullet between your eyes.” Vincent looked amused. “Still surrounding yourself with pit bulls, I see. Afraid to face the world alone?”

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.

She ignored her, thinking she shouldn't be scared of her because she no longer has the power. She bent down to give her smell to Egon, he leaned back in his chair and she leaned closer. They were too close for business. Emerald gritted and crushed the glass of water in her hand, Egon's head snapped towards her and he pushed Celena back as he got up and rushed towards Emerald. "Are you fucking crazy?" He scolded her and took away the broken glass from her bleeding hand. Celena looked at Emerald shocked as she looked at her dark smirk. She was psychotic and it was visible.

It wanted to fall into place. I forced my breath steady, the way my mother taught me, the way you steady your hands before stitching a wound. Then I spoke the only words that had ever worked. “ASH.” Black cinders rose off the floor, spiraling around the circle. The runes flared, resisting, but the ash didn’t care. It tightened, thickened, becoming a wall—around Dax’s ankles, around the etched lines, smothering the glow. For one heartbeat, the pull on him eased.