Ash X Gladion Novels & Stories

The day’s public humiliation and the lingering heat under my bindings had left me frayed. The door at the far end of the long aisle opened. Ashford did not bother with quiet. He walked the length of the shelves like he owned the air between them, sandy hair still disordered from whatever evening he had left, hazel eyes already bright with the particular amusement he reserved for me. He stopped a few paces away, looked at the open ledgers, and laughed under his breath. “Still playing at usefulness, spare? Most people would take public humiliation as a sign to stay in their rooms and stop embarrassing the bloodline. You just find a darker corner to do it in.”

I start doing introduction " Nala I'm Marcus, u know logan and lucas they are twins , u met Tristan over breakfast so let me introduce you to the rest of the family" Asher is the first to come in , at 6'6 and broad body made of full muscles he's kind of intimidating but he's also my fiercest warrior, his hair is buz cut,a beard and a prominent scar over his left eyebrow along with some smaller one all over his face and body and brown eyes. Nala look at him and move a bit closer to lucas , i feel the hurt of ash although he's trying to hide it and give the girl a tight smile.

Their heads lolled forward until their breath steamed against my chest. Kaia wiped her blade clean against the snow like it was nothing, like the black smoke wasn’t still curling up from the corpses—or what was left of them. Her shoulders rose and fell in steady rhythm, but her eyes stayed sharp, scanning the trees like the fight hadn’t ended. Asher was the only one who looked human at that moment. Bent over, hands braced on his knees, chest heaving. His breath puffed white, his jaw clenched hard enough to crack. The club he carried was nothing more than a jagged half-stick now, but his grip didn’t loosen.

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

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

My eyes were not playing tricks on me, that's Eren right there,murdering someone with a smile on his face. That someone was Felix.

Her pocket sagged with the vial’s weight, that damn glass nagging her, and Ezra’s laugh still rang in her head—his smug ass waving the key like a prize. “Grab something!” Roman shouted, voice torn over the rush, his other hand scrabbling at the wall’s edge, now just a crumbled lip of concrete. The water was winning, surging up her ribs, tugging at her soaked jacket. She gagged on it, tasting mud and salt, her arm screaming where the knife had cut—blood swirling red in the dark churn.