Ash X Goh Novels & Stories

She was concerned. "Get her out of here." Ash ordered Joshua in an unusual voice, which struck a note deep within Miranda's body. Then turning his vision away completely, Asher released a booming growl and sent his frame into the air. His limbs were suddenly tripled in size, his skin bleeding into long, dark fur. Ash landed on all fours, as he flew over Damien's head, who ducked away from the pouncing wolf at the last second. Ash turned towards the Mayor, and snapped his snout in a menacing manner.

And Immediately he died. “Wow dad” Ashina said. She took the slingshot from her father and then began to Target the people. She looked in their faces and found out that they were actually rogues. It proved her suspicious. That it was indeed Trix. She kept shooting till they began to throw Stones are her. She ran in with her parents and just then, she heard horses galloping and Swishing of knifes and people screaming. It was then, that she knew that Volk was back. *************************************************************************************

"What kind of luck is that for the cursed princess?" "Who knows?" shrugged Austin. Agatha washed her hands by a nearby creek. Your majesty there seems to be some track of other assassins, it would be wise if we get moving," said Ash. He was another personal bodyguard. He was a young teenager. He was at least fifteen years old. He have long black hair that he ties into a ponytail. He wore a black outfit hiding him into the shadows. Agatha stood up and walked towards Austin. Ash, seeing Agatha for the first time, gasped loudly at her beauty.

Right after posting it, while I was still reading comments mocking me for putting on a tough front, I saw Immortal Ashes Team’s official account tag me in a post, openly standing by my side. "The crowd follows the herd. The strong walk alone. Those who don’t know how to cherish what they have will lose it. Ash Mercer, we stand with you. IA will always be your strongest backing."

She would find Asher, and she would make sure he understood the full truth—no more lies, no more half-truths. *** Asher’s paws sank into the soft forest floor, the scent of pine and earth grounding him as he ran deeper into the woods. The cold air whipped past him, carrying away the anger and confusion that had threatened to consume him. His wolf had taken over completely, its primal instincts guiding his path and granting him a release his human side couldn’t find.

Its strength surpassed that of the scent of blood, and was stronger than the expensive cologne he wore, that even now I could smell. “Apologize to your Luna.” When Asher spoke his voice resembled the endless pit I had seen in his eyes, the very one I somehow chased away using magic. His hair wasn’t even disheveled from the fight—his heart rate barely elevated. His spine was made of pure steel, as rigid and unbreakable as his stance. Clint Armstrong sucked in a deep, shaky breath and spat a wad of saliva and blood at my feet.

He must’ve seen it. The scent hit harder, making Alex wrinkled his nose. Then I saw it too. Just beyond the treeline. He was wearing a Hood. If we hadn’t seen the footage, we might have mistaken it for a normal werewolf. Except the stench would have betrayed it. “It’s an Ashwolf,” Alex said, alerting the others. I stepped forward, voice low and deadly. “We need this one alive. The other two are dead.” The Ashwolf stood still, as if it knew we were watching. Its head turned slightly, and its black eyes locked with mine through the hood. There was no soul behind that stare. No fear. No hesitation. Just hunger.

It had changed him, in the end. “Use the shadows to travel, they’ll take you both where you need to go.” I assured them, turning my face to the moon. Cold, churning power swirled in the air. Through every pine needle and fallen leaf, carried on the frigid breeze that rustled the branches and made the forest groan. The sliver of silver in the sky, bathing the world in silver light and endless energy, it stoked the icy rage that came whenever I pictured her face. Her gemstone eyes were wide and fearful, but they still held that fire—it was the first thing for which I had searched. “If you find him, you know where to meet. His name is Ash, and he’s a bartender at Obsidian.” “May the best man wi

“Relax. I’m not firing you.” Her eyes widened, shock replacing fear. “You’re… not? But I… I mean, I shouldn’t have said…” “What’s your name?” I cut in, leaning forward slightly. “Ashley,” she replied. “Ashley.” “Ashley,” I repeated, nodding. “I’m not upset. In fact, I admire your honesty. But what I need from you is something more, loyalty and secrecy. Can you give me that?” She blinked, confusion knitting her brows. “Loyalty and secrecy? Ma’am, I don’t understand.”

"The sense of calm from earlier, when I felt like I was going to lose it over my brother..." "Oh, so it did work. I wasn't sure. I was still pretty loopy. Oh dear, yep, here they come," sure enough, two men dressed all in black so the audience wouldn't see them, approached us. I turned to look ahead, to pretend I hadn't been talking to their target. They stopped beside him, I heard a small click and then, without a single word, they walked away again. The older slave smiled at me. "Th'name's Phil, by th'way," he slurred, his head tilting back. His eyes drooped, a dumb grin plastered itself on his face and he went silent, staring at the ceiling.