Ash X Gladion Novels & Stories

She would find Asher, and she would make sure he understood the full truth—no more lies, no more half-truths. *** Asher’s paws sank into the soft forest floor, the scent of pine and earth grounding him as he ran deeper into the woods. The cold air whipped past him, carrying away the anger and confusion that had threatened to consume him. His wolf had taken over completely, its primal instincts guiding his path and granting him a release his human side couldn’t find.

The lycan tried digging his nails into Axel's hands as he fought relentlessly but as he fought for air, so did he become human. A naked human with glowing silver eyes. "Let me go Brother" Axel, still in his wolf form snickered and threw him down. Servants rushed to both, throwing a cloak over the grinning male as Axel became human again and had a robe over him "I should have really killed you Ash. You prove to be so problematic" Ash laughed, standing as his wounds began to heal with speed "What can I say? I have missed hitting you" "So have I" The punch sent Axel reeling backwards as he coughed out blood looking into the eyes of his younger sister and twin of Ash "Asteri"

Akshara was worried about her fate and lamented to herself, “Now I have to fight over allied kingdoms for him. A single woman army, am I doomed?” Ivan Shirk rushed inside the royal chamber. Before he enters, Akshara stopped him, and “You can call me Axe. My name is Akshara.” Ivan replied without facing her, “I will surely call you Axe and nice meeting you. I am Ivan Shirk, general of Ayruzglow. Call me as Ivan.” “Can I call you by your name?”

Maera (from behind): "Then let the Scroll be more than names. Let it be your war cry." And behind the trees, eyes glow red. Ash-armoured wolves step from the shadows. Arion leads them. The Ash Banner unfurls—blood and soot.

I hardly caught him in time, locking my arms around his chest as his claws scratched the thin air, merely inches from Ashish’s throat. Goddess damn it! “Argh!” Alex growled. It was not at Ashish, but at me for holding him back. “Alex!” I gritted out, slamming my feet into the ground to keep us both upright. “Control yourself!” “Stay out of this, Axel!” His voice was deeper, guttural… almost unrecognizable. His eyes glowed gold faintly and I sensed Donotrom at the surface. Ashish only smirked, lifting his palms. “Calm down, pup. I didn’t do anything.”

How did you sharpen a sword against forgetfulness? Ashiel was a changed man. The fierce, sometimes reckless protector had been replaced by a silent, watchful sentinel. He spoke only when necessary, his responses clipped and distant, he had fashioned a simple leather sling for the clay urn, carrying it on his back like a soldier would a shield. It was always with him, a constant, painful weight that everyone could see but no one dared mention. He walked at the rear of their group, his eyes constantly scanning, not for physical threats, but as if he could see the fragility of the world itself.

The Ash Mirror Network: A magical communication web used by leaders—only the trusted few can “let the ash speak.” 🔥 The Phoenix Guard Oh yeah, baby. They're real. Only 500 Phoenix Shifters exist. 200 of them are sworn to the Ashen Directive. They are mythical, flame winged warriors that can rebirth from death and incinerate entire battalions. Most of the realm believes they’re extinct. The Accord would shit their cloaks if they knew the Ash had them in waiting. They are called: The Emberwing Phalanx 🔥 Motto: “From ash, we rise.”

I couldn't help but smile sheepishly. I jumped in jubilation as I watched Asher walk toward me. He was truly a warrior, a man whom I'd grown to love. As Asher walked closer to me, I heard a loud bang. A gunshot from far into the woods. Another batch of warriors was coming to fight us. Leading them was Christopher's mother, Anabel. Asher stumbled to the ground. He wasn't dead, but weak... Pain consumed me, the pain of losing him, the fear of being alone again. I tried to scream, but something else rushed through me... powerful and hungry, fueled by my anger and pain.

Quinn snarled and spat on the ground by my feet before he took off towards the dense trees. "Luna Cybele I hope this hasn't ruined your night," Orion bowed his head momentarily in respect. He was dressed like all the other Ash Walker pack members around us with the frightening body paint and torn clothing. I noticed that many of the men and women had smeared away a portion of the paint on their cheeks and had been tattooed like Gideon. They had up to three horizontal black lines decorating their cheek.

The altar stops shaking. The walls hold. The lights flicker back on—weak, uncertain, but present. I sag into Lucien’s arms, shaking. He holds me tight. “You scared it.”I laugh weakly. “I think I annoyed it.”Gideon stares at the ruined floor. “That was not a victory.” “No,” I agree. “That was a warning.” Milo looks up at me, eyes shining with fear and awe. “It will come back.” “Yes,” I say softly.