Ash X Gary Novels & Stories

That same sense of being on the edge of something irreversible. Thunder rolled again, louder this time. The lights above her buzzed, then dimmed for half a second. She looked up. Something was coming. She could feel it in her bones. She turned, sensing eyes on her. The silver-haired man watched Kael disappear down the corridor, then turned his gaze to Isla. His name was Thorne—a former Ashen sentry, now Kael’s most trusted advisor. His eyes, pale grey and sharp as flint, missed nothing.

Unable to support his weight anymore, he fell on the ground and let out a painful groan. His nose reddened as he looked at his bruised hands, and more tears rolled down his face. The character wasn't supposed to say anything. He only had to show his pain through his groans, tears, and eyes. Brewster wasn't sure he was brilliant in these aspects, but after all the lessons he had taken, it was much easier for him than when he first tried to act with Jim. It was after a while that Shawn finally showed up on the screen with some other men fawning over him while showing him the way around the site.

“The minute I saw you, I knew you were special,” he whispered in her ear, his breath reeking of stale beer. “All ladylike on the outside, hotter than a bottle rocket underneath, just begging for the right man to set you off.” Gary David said. It was too much. “That’s enough. Release me, now.” she said. Past Gary David's shoulder, Asher appeared. She saw nothing but stillness and calm intent in his eyes. He was no more than a foot away.

Ashes Of Betrayal ‘Oh my God, Treasure was gone.’ He murmured. Jake’s heart seized in his chest, a cold, crushing weight. Jake backed away slowly, past the police line. He felt a profound sense of isolation. He reached for the car, leaned on it, and stared at the horror. The ending was indeed sad for Jake, the terrifying certainty that defied all logic and all firemen's reports, that Treasure was a creature of habit. She was always home on a Friday night, curled up with a book and a cup of tea to help her sleep.

I had no interest in listening to him any longer. “Didn’t you say your arm was gone? It looks perfectly intact to me.” As soon as I finished speaking, his other arm thudded to the ground as well. Amid his agonized screams, parts of his body were torn away piece by piece until he was reduced to nothing, executed in the cruelest way possible. With my vengeance complete, an indescribable sense of satisfaction filled me. Queenie Aasen, who once cared for the world and acted with selfless righteousness, was gone.

Axel took it and tossed the box onto the small table near the door like it was a set of unwanted keys. “Thanks,” he said flatly. “You may leave.” Ashley’s face paled. It looked like she didn’t know what to do now. I almost felt sorry for her. Ashley took one step back. Her eyes met mine. And I could feel deep hatred in them. Then she said something that made goosebumps crawl all over me. “Someone was asking about you on campus. A man called Gary.” I stared at her as Axel’s muscles strained behind me. “Who is Gary?” he asked, even though he knew that Gary was my stepfather. “And why was he looking for Violet?”

"The... the dispatch... already reached the southern lords. The seal is broken. The pack is already bleeding from the inside out." Maya stepped forward, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird, but her face remained a mask of cold, unyielding iron. She knelt beside the struggling elder, her dark eyes reflecting the dying sparks of the short-circuited terminal. She didn't flinch from the violence; she had lived among the ashes long enough to welcome it. "The only thing bleeding today, Torin, is your conspiracy," Maya said, her voice cutting through the hum of the failing electronics with a chilling clarity. "Operation Ashfall wasn't authorized by an Alpha. It was engineered b

Tanasha said from the side in a sarcastic tone. They soon came upon the battlefield and couldn't believe what they saw. The sky was covered in a white fog, tornadoes, stone walls, golems and spears tearing the sky apart. Xasha was the most obvious as he had 12 cartwheel sized energy cores strapped to his back. A massive axe-scythe in his hand, he looked like deity coming to cleanse the world of sin. The big Man he faced off against was covered in blood as he had giant wounds across his chest and face.

A dark, mocking laugh shattered the fragile moment. Alex’s head whipped toward the sound. Garry leaned against a tree, his face was pale and bloodied. But his twisted smile stayed intact. “Save your reunion, Alex,” he drawled darkly. “The game isn’t over yet.” Alex’s eyes burned with lethal fury. In one swift motion, he strode toward Garry and slammed him against the tree by his throat. “You think this is a game?” Alex’s voice was cold as ice. Garry coughed, blood staining his teeth. “Don’t worry, dear nephew. You’ll get another chance… You survived tonight, after all.”

He thought she would be frightened and unable to say much without her memory. Alpha Greg was escorted to a special seat prepared for him by Lance. He sat down and discussed some things with Lance. Ashley was left standing alone. The faces around looked strange to her. She could feel some piercing and penetrating gaze on her. It came from those men who couldn't take their eyes off her even when Lance was in the room but they dared not approach her. "I'm Daxon, one of the warriors you led and trained. It's nice to have you back, commander." One man walked up to Ashley and said.