Ash X Goh Novels & Stories

*Ash's POV* “Hi”. I greeted, walking towards the both of them. “Hello. You must be Grey?.Nice to finally meet you”. He replied, with a grin on his face. “Same here. It's Ash by the way”. I replied, trying to hide my sudden irritation. “Forgive me, I know it has something to do with colours.You look really good. Better than I had expected. Your Dad must really have a lot of money for you to be looking this good”.

The runes pulsed like a heartbeat. The shadow paused just beyond the circle. It had no clear form, but hints of a muzzle and claws flickered in and out of existence, as if it couldn’t quite decide what it was. When it opened its mouth, no sound came out — only a ripple of cold that raised gooseflesh on everyone’s skin. Jude whispered, “What the hell…” Lyra’s eyes hardened. “It’s a Hound of Ash,” she said. “He makes them from the wolves who fight him.”

Ash bows his head graciously, “Asher Wild, Prince to the Vampire King of England. But please, call me Ash. Everyone does, it feels weird to have people say my full name now.” The king bows his head, “Her loss, if only temporary, is felt keenly here.” Luther says, and Ash nods,

Unanswered questions it seems. "Alaya, wait." I feel Asher's hand on my arm. He's wearing satin gloves. Typical, he's a male either keeping to fashion trends, or he's not looking to find his mate tonight. At least I don't think I have a Luna yet. "I don't want to hear it. I'm done. I want to go home and pretend like none of this ever happened, because I'm going to get more information doing that, then standing around you for another second. Also, I'm pretty sure this is all some strange part of my imagination, after drinking those ridiculous drinks inside. What are they made of anyway?"

Alpha Xavier's POV I smirked in satisfaction as I watched the man in front of me grunting in agony as the hot blazing rod was placed on his back, searing his skin with blood sizzling out. His wife and two children were all tied to a chair each, gagged as they stared at their tortured father. No one dares challenge me and get away with it; I'm the devil himself, the most powerful. This man tried running away from this pack with his family. The punishment for that is always death. "Dad, why don't you just let me skin him alive instead!" My son, Xander, who seemed to have been lost in thought all this time, finally spoke out with a frown.

I muttered under my breath. "I'm sorry, did you say something?" Axel asked. I raised my head to look at him and held his gaze. There wasn't a single iota of remorse behind those ocean eyes of his. "Bullshit," I spat, mouthing that syllables as could be. "You're the bullshit." "Quit acting like a hormonal teenager, Asher," he dismissed, "Do you really want to do this here?" I chuckled bitterly, "What do you know? You've been a hormonal teenager all your life."

he asked sounding a tad weak. Ash hummed, "After my mo-the woman hired to play my mother was killed, I wished I could just erase my life, burn it down to nothing", he swallowed, "I didn't tell you the whole story, my grandfather killed or attempted to kill my grandmother when my father was my age, and it's apparently a family, initiation thing", he made a face as if he'd tasted something vile, swallowing he continued, "Obviously my grandmother survived probably using another decoy to protect herself, she, however, couldn't change the way her son ended up thinking, and apparently that man has wires in his brain screwed wrong", he said shaking his head. "If I can't erase who I am, or burn my p

Alex cursed once more before running back into the restroom. "Fuck!" Ohm cursed as he rolled up his pants leg. Alex ran over to Ohm and crouched down. "Are you alright?" "I'm fine. It's healing pretty quickly. The perks of being an alpha Go help my brother Alex." Alex nodded and ran over to Ash, who was shaking. Alex gently wrapped his arms around Ash and sighed with relief when Ash didn't pull back or flinch. Ohm's leg was now healed, and he walked over to the two. Alex looked up at Ohm.

“You weren’t authorized.” The man grins. “I never am.” I recognize him before he speaks again. Not by face—by weight. By the way the city pulls away from him like it doesn’t want to be noticed. “Name’s Ash,” he says. “Protagonist, depending who you ask.” Jonas’s voice goes flat. “You’re supposed to be off-grid.” “Yeah,” Ash replies. “So are ghosts.” He looks at me then. Really looks. No reverence. No calculation. Just recognition.

Asher felt it rather than saw, from the distance of a still forming mate bond, his mate’s distress. He looked up, and that was when he saw the man that had introduced himself as Ajax with his mate. He’d knocked Kihara out and now she lay cold and unconscious in his arms. A growl tore through the air and earth. Asher’s eyes shivered with emotion, fear and anger. Ajax looked over his shoulders at him, and for once, that unsmiling, unfeeling face dissolved with a smile.