Ash X Goh Novels & Stories

Ash: Doom OF: Ashy, what? Ash: Oh my fucking god OF: Ashybear Ash: What have you done, Paul OF: ASHYBEAR? OF: There are so many OF: F*ck OF: Uncontrollable OF: They are bursting OF: Mia, hold me back MC: No OF: UWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWU

Jax got back up, and Ash was fighting the other vampire. “You’ve got to learn to go for the heart!” Ash said and pressed his hand into the man’s chest, pulling the heart out and throwing it onto the wall. The crimson mark started dripping to the floor. Jax turned around only to fall into a chair when Casper’s fist landed on his face. “Go for the heart,” Jax sarcastically remarked. Ash groaned and stood back up, and the guys charged at Casper. He stepped to the side and slammed his fist into Jax’s core. Ash’s eyes glowed as his wolf stepped up, and he grabbed Casper’s arm, breaking it in the air.

My whole body trembled as I stared at the floor unable to look at the screen anymore. “ We just started ….you have to watch till the end.” Javan pulled my head back up, gripping on my hair and holding it in place. My stomach twisted when I saw that he forced his dick into his own mouth and I threw up. I bent forward and emptied my stomach on the floor. “ That's disgusting!” Javan spat and then signalled to his men to clean it up. The sound Felix made when Eren moved closer wasn’t human. It was loud and choked, the sound of someone whose mind had already realized they were already dead.

I was already doing 70 mph when he ran straight into the path of the car, arms outstretched, trying to block my escape. I couldn't brake in time. The impact sent him flying. He hit the asphalt hard, blood pouring from his mouth. But he was still moving. A werewolf's damn healing ability. I got out of the car and walked toward him. Kaelen struggled to his feet, staggering toward the rejection papers that had scattered across the ground. Some of the pages were already stained with his blood. He picked them up, one by one, and then—he started shoving them into his mouth.

However, the serenity was abruptly disrupted by the unmistakable call of his name, "HELLO, ASHER!" Recognizing the voice, Asher's expression shifted from enjoyment to a sudden, marked change. The voice belonged to Elijah Brown, his childhood bestie turned nemesis. Despite the festive ambiance, Asher's mood darkened, and his once-charming smile vanished, replaced by a strong and aloof demeanor.

Newton cried out, “Let go of him Ash, you just returned back and the first thing you do is attack the chief warrior” A voice said and Ash instantly let Newton go knowing exactly who he was and what he was capable of doing.

🎀CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-SEVEN🎀 Asher and Kai arrived at the gates just in time, sliding into the chaos like total badasses. Without breaking a sweat, Asher jumped straight into the thick of the rumble. He tore through the remaining enemy troops with absolute, brutal perfection, cutting them down one by one until the ground was completely cleared. Once the dust settled, Asher just stood there, totally calm. His eyes locked right onto Vargos, who was currently jumping down from his horse while slow-clapping with a toxic smirk on his face.

Katherine stood in the center of it all. Her body had already shifted back, human again, fragile again. Blood dripped steadily from her palms, pooling in small dark circles on the blackened sand. Her eyes were still gold. She had always been mine, but what she turned into, was something I couldn't find myself claiming. Elder Veyra rose. “She is no longer merely Luna of Volkov,” he declared. “She is the Luna of Ashes. The key made flesh. The storm foretold in the oldest scrolls. I think she was reborn when the veil could no longer hold. An ancient being has returned to us, bound to the blood of two packs and the spirits that wait beyond the sky…”

I know him without knowing how. His mouth is closed. Fear rises fast. Not fear that he’ll howl. Fear that he won’t. Fear that I’ve carried him through blood and ash only to pass down silence. “No,” I breathe. I reach for him. The distance stretches. “Choose,” I whisper. “Not for them. Not for me. For yourself.” His little chest expands. Then Ashen opens his mouth. The howl is clear. Not loud. Not violent. Not hungry. Clear.

How weird. “Anyways, do you have a name? I can't keep calling you shadow walker.That's bit too risky” “No” His answer is quick and plain.I sigh, thinking of a name to give him. “Xander?” I suggest. Before I could ask if he liked the name, a menacing growl from outside stole my attention. I looked down the window and saw three wolves on Zion and others on Drax. Zion shifts but Drax remains fighting in his human form.