Novel & Cerita Ash X Gary

"Anthea, you've finally grown up. You used to always tear off that sticker. It's just a seat. I really don't understand what you and Sasha were even fighting over." I smiled faintly, "You're right. There is nothing to fight over. I'm giving it to her." Halfway through the drive, Gary's phone rang. It was his special ringtone for Sasha. He answered the call to hear Sasha saying to him anxiously, "Gary, I was halfway through showering when the lights suddenly went out. Please come and help me quickly."

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.

He cast a quick glance my way, and I could see a mix of annoyance and guilt flashing in his eyes. “Xavier, I’m really trying here,” Asher replied, his voice tight as he fumbled with his weapon, barely managing to hit the target in front of him. I couldn’t help but let out a weak chuckle, my body moving closer to him as I approached with purpose. I placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, though inside, I felt a storm of frustration brewing.

“You weren’t authorized.” The man grins. “I never am.” I recognize him before he speaks again. Not by face—by weight. By the way the city pulls away from him like it doesn’t want to be noticed. “Name’s Ash,” he says. “Protagonist, depending who you ask.” Jonas’s voice goes flat. “You’re supposed to be off-grid.” “Yeah,” Ash replies. “So are ghosts.” He looks at me then. Really looks. No reverence. No calculation. Just recognition.

In the field, FPSG stood for First Person Shooting Game, which became bastardized, unofficial code across all branches of the military over the past hundred years for if you find a weapon, it’s yours to wreak havoc with. “We need to get those magic restraints off, first.” Knight eyed his team before he let his attention settle on Xander, who seemed way too tense. “They didn’t give you one.” “I told Lilia he was Strike Force, not an Awakaned. He’s not in our uniform. Guess she believed me for some reason,” Tanner explained before shrugging. “Guess I lied.” Xander and Kira were both Awakaned that's for sure, although he's still skeptical on what Kira's gifts is, he's sure that she has some pow

and a particularly large Lycan “asher” She looked around. "They are close friends. I’ll introduce the others after the meeting" she finished. Ruke stood up and faced the many lycans present. He wasted no time in telling them he had found his mate, after which he beckoned Lang Lang to speak to them about the prophecy. When she had finished, a very blonde Lycan with a mole on his nose spoke up, ”what have we got to do with the prophecy,“ he asked, witha bored look on his face.

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."

But that was typical Grayson, only willing to take risks himself and pissed off if he believed others did the same. Amber marched back into the living room and demanded they end their little spat. What was done was done. Courtney had dug her own grave by the way she acted towards little Xavier. Now the bitch would just have to face those consequences. It was about time the world saw the bitch for what she really was. Ash swaggered back into the living room. He was still in nothing but a pair of plaid boxer shorts and socks. Not that Amber minded. He gave them all a shit eating grin.

The Driver laughed hard, tapping his thighs simultaneously as he squatted. "Wow, you amaze me Alex. You are still fit at this age, you could even take down one of my men". He chuckled. "Gary Williams is my name", He paused staring hard at Alex. "And I am emotionless" Gary shot twice at the chest of his man who was in Alex's tight grip. He then shot at Alex's left leg. Alex fell to the ground, clutching his left leg as he groaned in pain, with the lifeless body of the other man falling right beside him.

My teeth grit together. "Aspen, this isn't over. Alaya deserves some explanation, which I doubt you and Death could give aptly. Once I'm back, you'll apologise to Alaya for forcing yourself and this situation on her, which she will be fully aware of once we have spoken," Asher proclaims to the room, who all roll their eyes. He then turns and holds his hand out to me, which I refuse, tucking my hands into my pockets. Shrugging loosely at the rejection, Asher turns, grabbing his coat before he opens the front door and steps into darkness. I pause.