Ash X Gladion Novels & Stories

She is holding her revived battle axe on her right hand. “W-wait, how they were able to surpass their limitations every time they were put into a desperate situation? Glade and Deborah are really an interesting individuals. But I’m sure King Asmodeus will just easily defeat them with his next move,” the host stated, concluding again what will happen next. We just ignored and focus on the fight. It is starting escalate. “Glade, Deborah, go for it! Finish him!” we cheered them, giving them our utmost moral support. They looked at us, then, they just nodded.

I heard a loud voice in Sven's army. Not one of them is leaving this battlefield alive. I bent down to the ground and ducked my hands into the sand. With the powers I felt when I heard Slade's hands I turned each grain of sand into a sharp knife. No matter how small. “Ayla…” I heard Slade's voice beside me. “We are with you.” I could still hear my scream as I saw Asher fall to the ground. I looked up to see the Archer again with the same grin on his face.

I followed my ruined corpse all the way to the mass grave. My limbs were twisted at unnatural angles, my body covered in crisscrossing bruises, my face drained of every drop of color—like a weed that had been stomped flat by a hundred boots. Soon, a pack of mangy stray dogs caught the scent of fresh meat. Their eyes glowed hungry and green in the darkness as they circled in. At first, they just tugged at the edges of my clothes. Then one bolder mutt sank its teeth into my calf and ripped off a chunk of flesh.

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.

If the rumours are true, I know Asher must have some. "You know the immortal lands are no place for her," Asher mutters in reply, turning his back as of to expel all of the conversation. It left an awkward air between us, even as Aspen continues to fight his brother, who has walked to a cupboard hitched up on the wall. He opens it, pulling out a small crystal glass and an unfamiliar type of alcohol in a blue bottle. "She can help us, you know that," Aspen exasperates. Asher doesn't say anything, as he pours a drink, and turns back around. His persona from serious, has molded into one of amusement, as his eyes gleam testily.

Half a minute later, all the trialists were in close combat with the corpse soldiers as their encirclement shrank. “Kill—” “Fight our way out! Fight for the future!” The corpse soldiers were massive, their numbers far exceeding their expectations. Alex did not hold back, holding the Xavion Sword in one hand and the Golden Spear in the other. He also took out the Requiem Clock to ring it from time to time, wiping out the corpse soldiers rapidly like a knife through butter. The other trialists also launched all kinds of attacks. A light-attributed trialist even chanted incantations to bless everyone, increasing both their strength and speed, and cast light-attributed soul shields, becoming the

Damien had spent the last three hours in peace talks between the Snowfall Shifters and the Black Forest Wolf pack. The names these guys give themselves He'd had his gun loaded with silver, ready for things to go pear-shaped, but fortunately nothing had happened. Still, he felt safe enough to holster his gun only now that he was back at headquarters. Werewolves and other corruptions had tempers and serious aggression issues.

The healers were ready to take care of any of our injured warriors and everything was now ready for their arrival. We stood in lines and lines and waited and soon enough they came. We heard their howls from miles away, some had shifted and others were coming in their human form. We thought we killed off every last one of them but turns out there were more. Asher returned with a whole other pack, completely fucking carefree of the lives he sacrificed during the first fight. Not that they deserved any less, all of these people were the scum of the earth but how he could've managed to get such a huge number of followers I had no idea. They stopped a few feet away.