Ash X Goh Novels & Stories

At the end of the amicable speech, the object of star focus fell off my grip, and with a loud thud, it hit the ground. I swear I held it firmly. It remained unbroken. It fell head-first to the ground, I picked it up and got more frightened when a huge amount of ash poured out Oh my goodness. Fear hit me as I watched unblinking as that ash transformed into a naked young man with fiery eyes. runes similar to the one on the object he was in were on his body. I had lost control of my body. My heart raced, and black ink covered my vision as I stood pinned to that spot.

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.

Nyxara POV I have watched empires fall. I have watched entire species vanish. But nothing terrifies me more than humans who learned how to hunt gods. --- The first thing humans learned was how to stop being afraid. The second thing they learned was how to make us afraid instead. I feel them before I see them. Not Rowan. The hunters. Their presence moves through the city like infection beneath skin—slow, precise, inevitable. Humans walk past them without noticing, blind to the quiet violence hidden beneath tactical armor and silver-lined weapons.

Beneath the glass-like surface of her skin, the Shadow Heir was visible—not as a child, but as a swirling vortex of violet smoke and jagged, infantile limbs that moved with a predatory speed. "I don't care about the risk, Rhea! I’m not leaving you to rot in this tomb!" Ash shouted, his voice thick with the desperation of a man who had already sacrificed his soul to reach her. He stood at the edge of the altar, his charred, skinless hands trembling as he reached into the violet flames. "I’ll burn until there’s nothing left if it means I can pull you out of this!"

Something older—deeper—threading into the bones of Moonfall Keep. Her fingers glow faintly. Dull. Ash-toned. She inhales sharply. “This wasn’t a shadow,” she says slowly, each word deliberate. “It was absence.” The word hits like a dropped blade. Cain’s voice is low. “Explain.” “Someone burned themselves out of the world,” Maereth continues. “Ash magic. Starved. Broken. The kind that doesn’t cast—it consumes. It leaves nothing behind because there’s nothing left to leave.”

The collar rune around my throat snapped—light cracking like glass. It dissolved. Mara’s face twisted with rage. “No,” she hissed. “You don’t get to—” “I do,” I snapped. I turned to the black-water seam and spoke the only command that mattered. “RETURN.” Ash surged—not upward, not outward—*sideways*, into the water like a hook. The black water fought, swirling, trying to swallow my ash. I clenched my jaw and pushed. “RETURN HER.” The water bulged. A shape rose.

"Then you must have equally done a lot of shit with Alex. Alex Shorters.” What the hell did Faith and Cassie blab to him? Alex Shorters was merely one of my admirers back in Minnesota and I only had a crush on him, nothing more. “Shut up!" I glared hard at Asher. He seemed super pleased to have hit a nerve. “Yeah, you guys have done it a million times in many dirty and different ways." Has he suddenly gone nuts? How dare he say that to me? Without thinking, I picked the object nearest to him and flung it hard at his head.

All of it ruined. But the study.... It was mostly intact. The heavy desk still stood, charred but solid. Bookshelves lined the walls, some crumbling, others still holding scraps of parchment. I crossed to the far wall. There, hidden behind a shattered painting, was a crest carved into the stone: Ashborne's true sigil. Not the one the Council approved, but the original. The forbidden one. A crescent moon flanked by twin wolves. I pressed my hand to it. Click!

I said sincerely and Ashr pffts me. "Alhan is a snake, literally Zax. He's crazy and rambunctious. Nothing but a troublemaker and just like his father," he growled menacingly and I nodded my head and laughed. "I already know Ashr but I want to cause trouble with him and not be tied down by you. I am not a fucking pet," I growled angrily and Ashr rolled his eyes. I watched a group of federation officers enter the room he was in and hold up weapons. I saw the shock and surprise on Ashr's face as he turned and I saw the demonic look he gave back to me and his brother that had just joined me.

James thought, ‘This is Goyo, the legendary leader of the Five Path Emperors, the strongest being of the Greater Realms. How did he end up like this?’ Goyo said coldly, “You’re strong and ruthless, James. You want to see me humiliated, right? I’m already a crippled man. Go ahead, mock me as you wish.” James examined him for a while, then took a swig of the Chaos Absinthe. Then, he said, “I’m losing my patience. I’m a man of my word.”