Ash X Dawn Novels & Stories

His eyes have turned blood shot, his face now fading into a deep redish-purple, the evil smile on my face the last thing he sees before he closes his pothetic eyes. Alex is leaning against my desk, the look of boardom on his face" man should of kept his mouth shut" he shrugs. Standing and walking away from the solider staining my rug. I hand him two peices of paper "Send word to gentral warren, tell him too burn it" "NO ONE GETS OUT ALIVE"! The power radiating off me has him bowing his in submition."Yes alpha" he says turning to deliver the message. "and alex... bring me a file of everyone on that list" he stops stort the look of confusion on his face as he looks the list over."Servant file

The hatch shifts slightly. Locked, but old. Rust weakens everything over time. Rowan uses the last of his strength and slams into it once—hard. The hatch gives. It bursts open with a metallic shriek. Rowan freezes. Sound. Too much sound. Too loud. But it’s done. The hatch is open. Cold air rushes in from above, carrying street scent—oil, smoke, wet pavement. Rowan climbs out. I follow. We emerge into a narrow alley behind a row of boarded buildings, the city’s glow distant but present, streetlights bleeding pale light into the darkness.

She could only turn to face Idaliah, her trembling lips stretching in an ugly smile. Idaliah's tears rained down, wetting her newly dried eyes. But instead of crying for the second time, she swallowes the lump in her throat, straightened, then wiped her tears. "Then... be strong for us, Addie," she whispered, her voice holding a newfound strength despite the dryness. "And for Xavier." She stood up, and soon the cell was filled with the sounds of chains hitting the floor. Idaliah flashed her a tearful smile, closed her eyes and bowed her head with her right hand on her chest.

As they exited the small house and stepped back into the park, they moved with a newfound confidence. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the park, Drake and Jeff were ready. Their clothes and gear were not just a facade; they were a representation of their commitment to the cause. As the trio entered the car, a tense atmosphere seemed to settle in. Simon took the driver's seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel with determination. The rain pelted against the windshield, creating a rhythmic pattern that seemed to echo the urgency of their mission. The city outside appeared somber, the rain casting a grayish hue over the streets and buildings. It was as if the

Darkness takes over, and I let myself drown in it. I take down warrior after warrior, wolf’s bane burning me from the inside, but my body burning back just as fast. Ash is no longer with me as he works to heal himself from the wolf's bane. My vision is hazy, no faces register, and I don’t recognize a single person here. At last, the final threat is taken down, and I stand looking down upon them triumphantly.

Warren grumbled as he walked over. “I think you did enough damage with three” Chuckled Jack as he looked at the damage. One axe was in Jessie’s hand, the other in his shoulder and the last was right in the family jewels. Jessie had passed out from the pain, but soon woke up screaming when Warren removed the axes. “Please” He begged “Just kill me” “Soon” Laughed Jack as he walked over and grabbed a couple of handguns “I prefer to shoot”

“We’ll need to remain outside. Let them unload their victims into the warehouses and keep Durand from entering. Corralling the civilians will keep them out of harm’s way. Bones, you’ll need to shield the warehouses.” “That’ll tie me up from shielding any of you,” Bones warned. “We’ll handle it.” Sunset was twenty minutes away and they had time to settle into their positions. Drone footage had the semi-trucks forty minutes out and still not deviating course. Xander was the one to spot them first, reporting the sighting to the team. “Have incoming. Three semis, four SUVs.”

Just then, a small head peeked through the suffocating smoke. “Madam, do you need any help?” someone asked timidly. I forced my eyes open and saw a young boy who was about the same age as my son. He was covered in ash and dirt, but his eyes shone brightly through the smoke. He was so small in size, yet he managed to muster the strength to help me up. Then, together, we slowly made our way outside. The path to the outside was incredibly challenging, and I felt like giving up several times.

He hissed and stumbled, but he didn’t vanish this time. “Finish him!” Jon ordered. Caleb and Cole lunged in, spears stabbing. The Ashborn dodged, fast but not fast enough now. We pressed in from all sides. My blade slid across his chest. Jon slammed the back of his axe into his head. The Ashborn dropped to his knees, coughing black blood and then I took the opportunity to strike, giving the opening on ground. I dashed forward and drove my sword into his heart. “One down,” I muttered more to myself.

Chapter 78: Ashes and Ascension Dawn painted the sky in muted shades of gold and gray, casting a solemn glow over the ruined docks. The scent of blood and gunpowder clung to the air, mingling with the salty breeze from the sea. The battle was over, but the weight of it lingered. Bodies lay motionless across the cracked concrete, a stark reminder of the price we had paid.