Ash X Dawn Novels & Stories

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

**** 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

“We’ll do it together. You don’t have to prove yourself alone, Elias. We’ll clear your name, and we’ll burn out whoever’s hiding behind theirs.” The Concord Sigil flared bright across my chest, brighter than before, like it had been waiting for this vow. The crowd fell into a stunned hush at the sight, students shifting uncertainly, faculty exchanging worried glances. But not all of them. Professor Shara Baudoin, the Hawthorne healer, stepped forward, eyes steady, voice even. “The boy speaks truth. No one who fights like that bleeds betrayal.” Ashleigh Dana raised her chin, wild and defiant. “If the Interregnum has touched my House, then it is my duty to burn them out. And I will.” Her gaze

When I woke up again, it was already morning. I was lying in a hospital bed, my head wrapped in thick bandages. A dull ache lingered beneath them. The doctor said it was nothing serious and just superficial injuries. I transferred the agreed payment to the driver and hurried straight back to Bareyard Village. The air still reeked of sulfur. In the distance, Canlis Mountain belched thick black smoke, like a furious beast that hadn't yet calmed. The village had been completely destroyed. Homes lay collapsed, trees were scorched, and the ground was buried under layers of volcanic ash. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but ruin.

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.

Tears streamed down my face, dripping into my father's ashes and staining them dark. I did not wipe my face. I did not respond to Stella. I did not look at Hudson, who stood beside her with an undisguised smirk. I reached out with trembling hands, gathering the ashes little by little, trying to put them back into the urn. "I'm sorry, Dad... I'm so sorry... this is my fault..." Hudson had his arm around Stella's waist. He let out a theatrical sigh. "Damon, don't take it too hard. The man is already dead. Besides, this was your own carelessness..."

“Dawn, who's him?” Dawn glances at Jasper, asking for help. “Ah. Hello, I’m Jasper. I’m Dawn’s newly found friend and that guy you’re with is my best friend.” Jasper answered Xio’s question and went to Dustine. “Hey, Bro!” he greeted Dustine, he received nothing because Dustine’s eyes were fixed with Dawn. “Dawn…” he called. Dawn flinched in surprise because of his voice and she noticed that his eyes flickered into a forest green color.

Ash: Doom OF: Ashy, what? Ash: Oh my fucking god OF: Ashybear Ash: What have you done, Paul OF: ASHYBEAR? OF: There are so many OF: F*ck OF: Uncontrollable OF: They are bursting OF: Mia, hold me back MC: No OF: UWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWU

The moment those words landed, Davon jumped up in pure panic, wailing, "Ms. Aspen, no, no, please! Don't say another word. I'll do exactly what you say—everything, exactly as you want!" After groveling, Davon's plump face darkened in shame. He spun around toward Christina, pointed straight at the door, and roared, "Christina, you worthless tramp, get out! Right now! You heard Ms. Aspen. Get the hell out of Phoenixdream Enterprises!" Christina's eyes widened. She could not believe that Davon was this spineless, that easy to terrify. She hissed, "Davon, you'd better think twice about what you're doing! If you throw me out, do you really think Mr. Wright will let you off afterward?"

As she turned from side to side, taking in the full effect, she almost didn’t recognise herself. A knock at the door startled her out of her thoughts. "Olivia? You ready?" Asher’s voice carried through the room, calm and steady. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door. Asher stood there, dressed in a sharp black tuxedo, looking every bit the powerful Alpha he was. His dark hair was slicked back, and his chiselled jaw was clean-shaven. But it wasn’t his appearance that caught her off guard—it was the way his eyes widened when he saw her. His gaze travelled from the top of her perfectly styled hair to the tips of her golden heels, and for a moment, he seemed at a loss for words.