Ash X Gladion Novels & Stories

“You think she rules you. But I know her mind. I am her mind. And I know she’s terrified of what she’ll become when you’re gone.” Amara’s hand brushed Luca’s arm. “Don’t.” “She’s trying to bait you,” she said softly. The clone stepped closer. “Tell me, Queen of Ash — how does it feel to wear a crown built on the bones of men who worshiped you?” Amara didn’t flinch. “It feels heavy. And earned. Something you’ll never understand.” A low rumble began beneath the ground. The air filled with the sound of shifting metal — the Ash Legion emerging from beneath the square. Dozens, then hundreds of them, crawling up through the marble like insects.

Chapter 12 Ryan walked to the table , the drinks were all lined up, first to finish their 5 bottles win He and Zach stood at the table , waiting for the signal for them to begin The club was alive with wild energy—flashing neon lights, deafening music, and the steady hum of voices blending with the bass. Ryan could feel the heat of the moment pressing against his skin as he stood face to face with Zach, his so-called friend who had just challenged his manhood in front of everyone.

Ash fell to the ground, his back pounded on the wall, then blood trickled from the side of his head. Everyone thought it finally ended, but I knew otherwise. A smile creeped to his lips — they were devious. That was when I noticed the glint in his eyes, it showed with a murderous intent. If Ash Winters were an animal, he'd be a feral fox — wild, cunning and fucking mischievous.

As he applied a fresh dressing, he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude that the injury was not more severe. Once satisfied with the bandage, Ashier turned his attention to his attire for the day. He selected a regal ensemble befitting his status as the pack's leader. The clothes were made of rich, deep blue fabric with intricate golden embroidery along the edges. The royal crest adorned the buttons of his coat, symbolizing his authority and lineage. His trousers were tailored to perfection, allowing for both comfort and elegance. Completing the look was a silver wolf pendant, a symbol of his pack's strength and unity, hanging from a chain around his neck.

The others agreed with her and they too stood their ground, the Valkyries charged forward and unleashed a barrage of lightning towards Ashwin. Ashwin on the other hand sighed and allowed the attacks to hit him, he knew they'll do no harm to him but he wanted to humor them and give them a false sense of hope and victory before ripping it away from them and plunging their hopes into despair and misery. His lips tugged upwards while his eyes glowed an obsidian color.

It caused the earth to vibrate angrily. "I want mate!" Asher's wolf growled, and he loosened the hold Wren and the warriors had on him, flinging them around. His eyes glowed murderously as he lunged at one of the warriors closest to him. His sharp claws dug into his chest. Stefan minklinked the warriors to join in and help the demon warriors sustain Asher.

Another strong man catches my eye between all the chaos, when he turns to pat Ash's shoulder and says, "Great job, partner. We finally did it." Lycan king Ash replies. "We did, we wouldn't have done it without your help, having you fight by our side." "We will always be alies, Lycan." "True." Ash agrees. "Come on my friend, let us go and celebrate with music and wine, it is well deserved." Lycan Ash nods and I see a hint of what one would call a smirk. They continue on their way back until a big tribal village comes into view. The paved way that leaves to the iron gold gates has thorns and flowers lining it, there are brown stones that have beautiful patterns, I lean closer and realise that

It was fear, curdled into something monstrous by nineteen years of practice, and she had just watched the one person she’d spent her whole life protecting nearly die because of the exact silence she’d kept. Kai’s eyes opened. Not far, not steady, but open, and they found me first, before Renata, before the wrecked room, before anything else, and something in his face when he saw me eased for a half second even through the pain, before it tightened again with the effort of speaking. “Elias.” His voice was wrecked, barely a breath. “Did he. Are you.” “I’m fine. You threw yourself in front of a bullet, you absolute idiot, I’m fine—”

Ray was getting bored, and he was beginning to think that he was never going to be free of the smell of the alcohol. Ash carefully jumped over the corpses of the fallen slug men and to his husband’s side. They both checked in with each other while taking a moment to catch their breath before they had to leap back into the fight. Despite being a little winded, both of them still looked amazingly put together. Bright was completely slime free while Ash boots had only the smallest specks of the stuff on them. It was somewhat unfair just how flawless the two of them could be at times.

he whispered. I felt like punching him in the mouth for putting me through that emotional trauma, but I knew better than to do anything stupid right now. I lay still in the car, breathing heavily in relief at not being caught. I was surprised when Xena and Asher came out again less than five minutes later, raising their voices at each other. “What you refuse to understand is that there’s an English word called coincidence, which is exactly what happened in Grace’s case!” Asher was saying loudly.