Ash X Gladion Novels & Stories

Silence rang out amongst the crowd, allowing us to hear Hael’s flesh split as his father swung, aiming for his heart. Xavier had underestimated his son and the monster he had molded him into. A jagged slash of white marred Hael’s face as he grinned up at his father. At the last second, Hael grabbed hold of Xavier’s arm and kicked. His combat boot smashed into Xavier’s chest, sending him flying backwards. With four long slices carved across his torso, each one weeping a river of fresh blood, Hael Ashford climbed to his feet.

The battle had only just begun, and already a martial god had fallen. Who exactly was this sword-wielding warrior from Holtrien? Asher and the others stared in shock, then their faces lit up with wild joy. Their morale surged instantly, and they launched fierce counterattacks one after another.

Just then, a small head peeked through the suffocating smoke. “Madam, do you need any help?” someone asked timidly. I forced my eyes open and saw a young boy who was about the same age as my son. He was covered in ash and dirt, but his eyes shone brightly through the smoke. He was so small in size, yet he managed to muster the strength to help me up. Then, together, we slowly made our way outside. The path to the outside was incredibly challenging, and I felt like giving up several times.

I was stupid to think he liked me this whole time. “Yes, they are all Grants men” Zac confirmed. Phillip started screaming so I glanced over to see that Grace was carving something into this chest. I was intrigued so walked closer so I could read it. PIG was now carved on his chest in big letters. “I am not a big swearer” She giggled. “No, it suits him” I smirked as I put my cigarette out on his nipple. “Want one?” I asked as I lit another taking a deep drag.

“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.

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.

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.