Novel & Cerita Ash X Dawn

“There is hope, Alpha king. The gods have spoken!” “Oh, good,” my father sighed, “let's hear it, please.” “The one who kisses Ashley and she comes back to life is her one true love. Which of you…?” She had not finished speaking when we rushed over to where Ashley lay. Axel was the first to get to her. He stood staring down at her. I could imagine how hard his heart was thumping. He slowly went down on his knees, touched her face, and kissed her fully on the lips. We all stood still, waiting for Ashley to suddenly sneeze back to life or something. But she didn't. Axel frowned and kissed her again. This time, he deepened the kiss. I could imagine his agitation.

A human, at least. I wring my palms, they felt sandy. I opened my palms, looking into them. They were covered in ash. My arms. My fucking body. “Oh no.” I tried rubbing it off, scrubbing them off with the back of my wrist. It was as though they were glued to my skin. I'm scrubbing them off more. More. I want to rip the top of my skin off. Tears welled from deep inside and coursed down my cheeks. Hot tears.

She said, picking up her bag. Asher thought hard and long; he would use the money well. How hard can it be to kill the one who made his life miserable? He would love to see Xander become less confident. Knowing he has nothing to lose and can quickly run off without being caught, he called out to Dawn. “Miss, wait.” Dawn grinned to herself before turning to him. “You have something to say?” “Make it two hundred, and she will be dead in no time. But you have to keep your end of the bargain.”

"Damien will test your defenses here first. Small probing attacks. He wants to know where you are weak. Do not show him. Keep your best fighters hidden until the main assault." "When will that come?" Maddox asked. "Dawn. He loves dawn attacks. Thinks the rising sun is symbolic. Poetic." I met the general's eyes. "He will come with everything he has. No holding back. No reserves. Damien fights like he loves. Completely. Obsessively. Without restraint." The bond pulsed. Asher felt something through the connection. Not jealousy. Understanding. He was learning things about my past I had never spoken aloud. "Then we meet him at dawn" Asher said. "With everything we have."

**** DARIUS LARK’S POV The Almighty Asher Nightshade, the pictures on the billboards, magazines and internet don’t do justice to how intimidatingly confident he is… I thought to myself as I received his handshake… firm grip he has! “Good afternoon Mr. Asher” I say “You have built yourself a lovely company” I added looking around “Thank you Mr Lark” Asher says as he gestures for me to have a seat. “How was your flight” he asks “Splendid” I answered with a tiny smirk “Welcome to Raven’s Peak, what can I offer you? Champagne, Cuban cigar? What do you care for?” Asher ask “A glass of water would do. Ahem!” I answered clearing my throat

The sky darkens as if ash had found it too. Below, his laughter climbs—ruptured, furious, exultant. The pulse hammers through it, reminding even him: freedom is not a rule. --- POV: Ashmouth The world shakes. Chains lie in glowing shards, sinking into ash. My body is ruin—torn, bleeding, luminous. My laughter is ragged but alive. I lift my head. Shadows climb with me. Skulls orbit. Solara quakes; bells toll without hands. I grin through blood and ash.

I was nervous, for some reason I couldn't fathom, I seemed to be hesitant yet ready to meet the person who made Dawn move. “Take off the cloth now,” 'Mate.' Dawn howled as she heard him speak and began moving frantically inside of me once the bag was taken off my face, giving us the chance to see the face of the man Dawn called her mate. My eyes widened as I saw Asher, I had many questions running in my mind all at once but, I tried to keep my cool but, Dawn was making it hard for me as she was excitedly jumping inside of me. “Sophia?” Asher called, his jaw dropping to the ground, and believe me when I said I was more surprised than he was.

Chapter 164 : The Breaking Dawn Nora’s POV Morning had come far too soon. It was supposed to be a new beginning for us, a glimpse of gladness after the storm, but the air hung heavy, thick with foreboding. I woke up to the sound of movement somewhere outside-distant, rhythmic thud of boots, warriors preparing for battle. A whiff of steel and smoke still clung to the wind. And my heart plummeted. Axel stood at the window, his broad shoulders tense beneath his dark shirt, his eyes fixed on the horizon where the first light of dawn kissed the treetops. He looked powerful, commanding, but I could see behind his strength — the weight of leadership upon his soul.

Fetty when you see the sun rise, I want you to look up to Dawn and say "It's a new dawn. A new chapter. New worries and problems but I won't let it get to me." She said. I nodded. I was feeling motivated. "There is nothing you'll face that other's haven't faced. Other's face worst." she continued. "I want you to understand that you can't play the creator's role. My father says God brings problems into our lives because we can overcome them. Fetty there is no problem in your life that can't be fixed. " she assured with her usual bright smile. "You think so? " I said. "I know so." she replied. "Thank You very much Ma." I said while hugging her tightly. "You are welcome Fetty. You can't contro