Ash X Eiji Novels & Stories

, then Ash plants a gentle kiss on Alex nose before nudging him with his golf club. Ash invited Alex to play golf for a bit before we eat dinner, since the Japanese Omakase-style restaurant Ash wants to eat at doesn't open until an hour later. Ash is craving for uni sashimi, and Alex just about down with anything Ash likes to eat, since Ash has very good taste for food. Alex swing my club and hit the ball. It goes far, but it ends up in the bunker. Alex scratch his head, while Ash mockingly claps his hands and exclaims, "not bad, not bad."

The bruises had just faded from my last training session with Alpha Asher. Luckily, I remembered to set my alarm for training. I met Brianna outside and we walked to the pack house together. After dropping our bags off in the locker room, we made our way to the mats. We stood and chattered for a few more moments, only stopping when Alpha Asher walked in. He was flanked by two men, who I learned were Alexander and Jax. Both men were huge, covered head to toe in various scars. I could see why Alpha Asher's pack was so intimidating, all of the men were giant and scarred.

For all his training as a Recon Marine and powers of a an Awakaned, Strike Force soldiers were on an entirely different level of deadly skill. “Everything okay?” Alexei said. “Yeah,” Kyle replied shortly. “I'm fine. Get on the jet.” Xander shot Knight a narrow-eyed look before promptly hooking a hand around Kira’s elbow and hauling her into the jet, the both of them talking in rapid Italian all the while. Knight felt irrationally jealous at the way Kira easily leaned into her partner’s space before sternly telling himself he didn’t have that right. He and Kira weren’t together. They were never been together.

The guild members' resolve held strong, and they emerged victorious once more. Finally, they reached the last floor. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as they entered the final room. Samuel's voice crackled over the communication devices, guiding their movements. As they stepped into the room, the sight that met their eyes was chilling. Greyson stood before them, his expression a mix of arrogance and defiance. He was flanked by his remaining henchmen, their guns aimed at the guild members. "Jota," Greyson's voice was mocking, his gaze flickering over the guild members. "You've come to face me at last, be ready to die."

An obnoxious white wolf came out of nowhere. I took a step back as she sauntered toward me, a grimace plastered all over her face as if she was going to pop up the hell outta me. "Accept who you are, Aksha." I nodded in panic. "Welcome, Aksha Beatrix Aslenovie." I catch a glimpse of my hands, turning into white hairy legs. Or was I imagining things? A howling voice echoed in the forest as I opened my eyes.

“Head of Nerezza House. She teaches Vampire Diplomacy and Inter-Species Relations.” She inclined her head slightly. It felt more like a warning than a greeting. Next to her stood a woman with a wild swirl of pastel hair that shimmered with streaks of blue, purple, and pink. It shifted as she blinked, brightening to an almost neon green as her gaze swept over me. “And this,” Calvin continued, “is Professor Ashleigh Dana, Head of Everley House and Professor of Experimental Spellcraft.” “Oh, she’s interesting,” Ashleigh said immediately. Her voice was bright and warm, but there was something chaotic in her eyes. “I like her energy. It’s all sharp edges and tangled threads. That usually means un

As though there was no question. Rowan points down the hall. “Go. Be free. Wash your sins away.” I laugh. Luca smiles. And Gods. Gods above. I swear the sun itself would be jealous. Rowan throws an arm around Luca’s shoulders and drags him down the hall. I watch the two idiots disappear around the corner, bickering the entire way.

"It's not like my dad is home. He said he has a meeting with some old-time friends and wouldn't be back till evening.” I exhaled deeply with a shrug and let him be. "But you still have to get back to Michigan for school tomorrow, right?” I quizzed as we neared the entrance. "Who's that?” My dad asked, appearing in our face. Asher grinned with a Japanese bow. “It's Asher. Nice to meet you." My dad furrowed his brow and stared long at him. I looked back at Asher. He seemed puzzled too. "Is there a problem, dad?” I asked.

It fell head-first to the ground, I picked it up and got more frightened when a huge amount of ash poured out Oh my goodness. I covered my mouth with my palm, I couldn't behold what I saw, my phone fell to the ground as well. Fear hit me as I watched unblinking as that ash transformed into a naked young man with fiery eyes. Runes similar to the one on the object he was in were on his body. I had lost control of my body. My heart raced, and black ink covered my vision as I stood pinned to that spot. “A child?” Did he just speak to me?

Ash’s POV The roar of the clubhouse hit me before I even turned off my engine. Laughter, shouts and the sound of bottles clinking rent the air and for a moment, I wonder how they could easily fall back into their normal lives less than twelve hours after an attack. It was chaos the way I remembered it, but somehow louder and more… non challant. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and sweat. A few brothers cheered when they saw me, others nodded, their eyes sharp, reading me like they weren’t sure what version of Ash had come back.