Ash X Gou Novels & Stories

The guild members gathered around a large van, their expressions resolute. "Everyone ready?" Samuel's voice carried a mix of determination and urgency. Nods and affirmations rippled through the guild members, their eyes fixed on the task ahead. Jota adjusted his grip on the machine gun, his eyes meeting Samuel's. "Let's end this," he said, his voice firm. Samuel's car pulled away from the curb, the powerful engine propelling them forward. Jota climbed into the back of the van with the guild members, the doors closing with a resounding thud.

NOTE : THIS CHAPTER CONSIST OF EXPOSED EROTIC S*X STUFF AND SCENE, PLEASE KINDLY SKIP IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THE SCENE OF IVY AND DAMON TOGETHER. STRICTLY~ RATED 🔞🔞 I REPEAT , SKIP IF YOU ARE A MINOR OR FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT, PLEASE ‼️‼️ Her hand was still on his shaft so Damon started guiding it to move up and down , stroking his d**k through his pants.

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."

"Save the romance for the roller coaster, you two." The coaster took some convincing, but once the first hill dropped away beneath them, Alex was laughing as loud as either of them, gripping Eve's hand through every plunge. They rode it twice more, louder each time, until Lila declared she had officially witnessed the great Alex Voss scream like a child. He won Eve an enormous stuffed bear at the ring toss with unnerving precision. Cotton candy ended up stuck to his mask, which he pretended to resent even as his eyes gave him away completely. "You two are corrupting me. I have a reputation."

I followed my ruined corpse all the way to the mass grave. My limbs were twisted at unnatural angles, my body covered in crisscrossing bruises, my face drained of every drop of color—like a weed that had been stomped flat by a hundred boots. Soon, a pack of mangy stray dogs caught the scent of fresh meat. Their eyes glowed hungry and green in the darkness as they circled in. At first, they just tugged at the edges of my clothes. Then one bolder mutt sank its teeth into my calf and ripped off a chunk of flesh.

Xander demanded. After a brief pause, he took a deep breath and roared, "Go to hell!" The next moment, Ashton clenched his fist. Veins bulged along his arm as strands of black energy coiled around it. He didn't want to waste his breath any longer. Following a thunderous boom, he instantly unleashed a Sixfold Carnage Fist and drove the attack straight toward Xander. "What?" Xander stared at Ashton in disbelief. He refused to believe that the young man before him possessed the strength of a divine realm expert.

Wade's father died in the line of duty. At his funeral, Wade stood solemnly at the very front of the crowd. By the time I hurried back from out of town, there were only two spots left for the funeral procession. One was beside my husband of seven years, Wade, whom I had secretly married. The other was at the very back of the line. Naturally, I assumed the spot beside him had been left for me. But the moment I took a step forward, Wade walked right past me and nodded in the direction of my best friend standing behind me. "Helen, come here." The relatives around us began looking in our direction. Someone murmured, "Isn't that Wade's girlfriend? They look perfect together." Others began c

Blackwood’s face drops, the reasoning behind his accusations slowly disbanding before him. “I’m pretty sure. We’re wolves, not skunks. Our scents don’t stick around too long, unless we, well… you know,” Ash covers his mouth comically, “-release the flood works. But, I’m pretty sure my sister didn’t coop down and mark the streets like a dog.” “Seriously, Ash?” I feel my cheeks flush as I glare towards him, embarrassment flooding through me as he paints the unwanted graphic image within everyone’s heads. “What,” he shrugs, resuming his silence.

he introduced himself with a stretch of his hands while pulling off the face mask covering his face. "Bethany Jessica Asha," Beth introduced herself with a handshake. George narrowed his eyes on her. She quickly noticed his body went stiff and his face morphed into one without an expression. "You are an Asha?" she hesitated before nodding in reply, and he sneered. "What is an Asha doing in Salem City?" he questioned. Beth shrugged with an amused smile. Ashas are a family of gifted werewolves bonded together by a birthmark instead of blood connection. Each member of this family has a birthmark unique to themselves alone, which also represents the power they hold.

Ash was thrown backward, his body hitting the ice floor with a heavy thud. "Ash!" Rhea shrieked, struggling against the invisible weight pinning her to the altar. "Are you okay? Talk to me!" Ash scrambled to his feet, his breath coming in ragged, whistling gasps. He held his hands out in front of him. The skin from his fingertips to his wrists was gone, replaced by a raw, blackened char that shimmered with violet embers. The "cold-fire" had eaten through his flesh down to the bone in a matter of seconds.