Ash X Gladion 소설 & 이야기

Moonlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching across the marble floor. I knelt on the balcony, applying a special herbal balm to the skin beneath my ribs—to the scars left by silver weapons thirteen years ago. They still ached. The scars always ached under the full moon, a cruel reminder of a past I fought to forget. "You're still using that balm." I didn't turn around. Kaelen's footsteps were loud on the cold marble. "I thought you'd forgotten that pain," he said. The anger was gone from his voice, replaced by something I couldn't quite place.

Ivor reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a thin strip of parchment, covered in strange runes. He struck a match, letting the paper burn until it curled to ash. Then he scooped the ashes into a cup of water and stirred. "Drink this," he said, his voice low but steady. "It's a cleansing potion. No spell, curse, or hex will cling to you once it's in your blood." The moment it slid down my throat, the necklace around my neck loosened with a sharp snap. I gasped and pulled it off easily.

The other driver got out too, and the tension, like a thick blanket, covered the area. Asia squinted to get a better look at the esteemed driver who had managed to earn his respect. He was shocked to find the leader of the Bronze Orchid. "It's you? What does the Bronze Orchid have against such a small ant like Geumgang Pa?" Asia spoke first, half curious and fully sceptical. The expression of the patriarch before him, however, caught him off guard. Kamman's eyes were dark and piercing, like they held all the rage in the world, to the point that it was visible to any outsider. Asia unconsciously took a step back.

“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

PIXIE "Not so dumb after all," Gloria applauded sarcastically. "Yes, Griffin is the son of a murdered Alpha, the Alpha that Asha killed in blind rage and cold blood." "They were rogues," I defended, refusing to allow Gloria to speak lie upon lie about Asha. "They attacked Asha's pack and slaughtered his mate!" "And Asha should have died with his mate," Gloria growled. "But no matter, that's all in the past. Now, Griffin has the perfect plan to make him suffer for what he did."

He held a small leather pouch in one hand and a glass vial filled with dark ash in the other. “Miss me?” Axel’s voice dripped with arrogance as he tossed the pouch onto the table. “I got what you asked for. Moulton Ash and Grey Sand. Not an easy find, I might add.” Zane stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as he inspected the pouch. “And what do you want in return?”

“I only have to run Burton’s old pack; you have to run the entire Kingdom.” “Only for now,” Xaden reminded him; he turned and spotted Asher standing off in the distance, watching everyone with curious eyes. His eyes were like no other; they were green with black swirls; they were like marbles and incredibly beautiful. His dark hair was long enough that I could tie it into a ponytail.

Ash couldn't help but groan at the thought. He dropped his head in defeat when he suddenly felt a sharp pain on his forehead. "Ouch!" Ash yelped as he massaged his forehead as it bumped into the front seat. "Why so glum, plum?" Ash eyes widened as he heard the beautiful melody of Alexander silky voice. He lifted his head again and took in the exotic beauty of Alexander. He was wearing a white thin shirt with its three first buttons hanging open. It was so thin that Ash swore he could make out his lean torso. He wore black spiky pants that matched his spiky hair that was covered in silver glitter. All in all, Alexander was just as breathtaking as ever.

"She's the leader of the hunters faction, she might look so timid and all but I've seen the real her once,she's a devil in disguise" "I won't disagree to that but whatever alliance that has been forged is now terminated I won't have that" *************************************** ARTHUR "May he be accepted up and beyond , may his sons come forward for the final act" I walk towards looking dready and worn out from the tears, Asher follows in suit looking just as dreadful, we both hold a torch setting his corpse which has been adorned with beads and flowers on fire, "Boys get your acts together for your mum" We both walk away from the burning corpse proceeding to the packhouse and the others fol