Ash X Goh Novels & Stories

If anything happens to Raya, he won't be able to forgive himself. He has been reckless enough to not handle Darius right from the start. Deep down, he knew why Darius had her captive; it has everything to do with the divorce papers, and he's sure of that. "Hey, man--" Axel cut him off, "What the fuck happened to the security team?" Axel roared through the phone just as Asher picked up the call. "Cal---" He cut him off, knowing what he would say again: "Don't give me that crap! What the hell happened!?”

“No. But I should have. Guys like you usually bring them with you.” I smirked. “Guys like me?” “Leather, tattoos… gunshot wound,” he said dryly. “You scream of trouble.” He wasn’t wrong. “And you don't want any of that?” “Name’s Ash,” I muttered when he didn't reply and finally regretted it. Where were we? Tenth grade? I was watching him move around the small room tending to my wounds with precision. “Noah.” He finally said, not looking up. “Thanks, Noah.”

With a loud yell and his head leaned back he came over Ash face in large splashes of white. Surprised and feeling humiliated yet unsure why considering what he had just done Ash barely managed to close his eyes and did an instinctively backwards motion before he stopped himself and stayed put. He looked up at Alexander searchingly, hoping to see a look of satisfaction there which would mean the deal had gone through. When Alexander looked at him again, forcing his breathing to stabilize his eyes and face showed the endorphins running through him, his eyes shiny and a tiny smile curved his lips without he seeming to realize it. It made Ash lips curve just a little too, taking it as a good sig

I immediately heard gagging, but it was quickly followed by moaning. “You’re welcome to sample some of the Crimson Shadow delights,” he said “I’m sure your new Gamma status will allow many legs to open for you, and I’ve heard that Adelaide has been sniffing around you again,” I clenched my fists to contain my anger. I knew he would bring that bitch up. “I’m actually here to talk about Kaeleigh,” Asher’s eyes shot up at me as he growled. All signs of cheer disappeared. He grabbed the poor woman’s hair and yanked her off himself. She fell back on the floor looking confused.

said Xenorr coaxingly Ash's mental state is a complete chaos, he can’t seem to distinguish between reality and his past. His mind was like a raging fire aiming toward the thing he desires most, the thirst for blood and vengeance blocking his feeling of pain. The will to pay back is stronger than the flowing blood, immuning to the pain because his inside was more numb. “How can you get to them in this state?” asks Xenorr trying to calm Ash’s mind “You are weak” “I don’t care. I just want revenge, wanting to taste their blood while watching them in pain” Ash casually stated his desired action in such a nonchalant manner

With a smile across his face he called forth a weapon he had not used in a long time, reminding the world of its presence once more. “Come! Ashen Axe of War and Grime and that which was born of Volcanic Mud.” “I, Pathfinder, summon thee. Come…” “Rigor!” *ROAR*

I cried. “Catlythr Thasra!” I shouted, my hands now spread wide to the air as I gazed at the sky. “Return to life, spirit of flesh and rise!” No response, no voices, just silence. I growled in frustration; Thalvren Ekosa! By my will, awaken!” Thalvren Ekosa! By my will, awaken!” “Thalvren Ekosa! By my will, awaken!” I cried louder, my voice already cracking.

The scarred-lip patrol officer, named Tor, stood in front of him. “Talk, you piece of shit,” he said, slapping Asher’s head. “Who are you?” He asked. “You have no ID, no proof you’re Moonclaw. Do you know anything about the kidnapping?” He growled and slapped his head again. Asher shook his head, his cheeks hurt. “I already told you, Tor,” he said, his curls falling over his eyes. “I’m Asher Gochara, I live on the edge of town, and I rear chickens for a living, I was in the forest when I saw rogues fighting, I jumped in and saved Luna and her maid.” He said.

She stood. Faced the open sky. And said: “Then let them see what it means to kneel.” The music of war had ended. The silence of power had begun. And over it all, one name remained. Amara Varela. Queen of Ash. Queen of Blood. Queen of Ruin.

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