Ash X Gou Novels & Stories

Axel exhaled and walked to the bottle of whiskey, picked it up, and stretched it toward Asher. “Pour it,” Asher muttered coldly. I scoffed under my breath, taking another drag as I watched them. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Axel snapped, frustrated. “Don’t tell me you’re fucking angry because of what happened to that bitch.” “Don’t call her that. She’s Ashira, not a bitch… and she’s in that state because of you,” Asher shot back coldly. “You kept quiet while I served her the crabs and oysters. You were fucking curious too, and now you’re blaming me,” Axel snapped, irritated at Asher’s annoying anger.

Alex loves to thrust harder against Ash His mate moans fill Alex room, and Alex loves how it sounds. Ash is moaning, screaming , Alex name. He loves how his name rolled naturally out of Ash tongue, as if Ash knows nobody else but him. He keeps on thrusting harder and Ash keeps on begging for him not to stop, to go harder, to go further, to give him everything and god, Alex does Alex can give Ash everything he asks for. Who is he to deprive Ash of the things he truly deserves?

Ash gasped at the sight of her milky white skin. Austin, hearing Ash’s inhaled breath turned to him and growled. “Look away,” said Austin. Ash, shocked that he was caught by his alpha turned his gaze away. Grump waved the wolves away. Agatha, not knowing the attention she drew when her legs were exposed, made Austin irritated.

She feels , to rip the bones of Shasha when she finds her around her husband . " Hahaha !! Added kerosene on burning fire ??? " , Ethan chuckled entering . An eye watering moment for them to notice there beloved friend strangling on his Nithra's hand . It's not easy to touch, Asher .Asher is an Ruthless man .He won't spare the one who dare to touch nor think of his shadow .

Henry had certainly found a new way to torture him this time, a way Rome would’ve never dreamt possible until now. Thankfully, about halfway through Drew’s recounting of how awful Tim’s funeral was, Guy decided to come over and speak to them. Rome thought perhaps this Frenchman wasn’t nearly as bad as the other one he’d had the displeasure of speaking with recently. As soon as Guy opened his mouth, he took the thought back. “Drew. Rome. You have your new scripts?” “Yes, sir, Mr. de Chante, and let me just say--”

She snarled. “What do you know about it?” Asher spoke. “Oh, all I know is, the Rogue that struck her, had his claws dipped in wolfsbane,” as soon as he uttered those words I noticed the color drain from Asher’s face, “Pure Monkshood,” Derek smiled devilishly.

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.

Vibrant orange and gold hues covered the sky as dawn broke over the horizon, promising fresh starts. Now united by their common struggles and victories, the gang was confronted with a crucial juncture in their path. The Whispering Chasm, a huge and dangerous gorge that lay between them and their ultimate objective—the long-lost Sanctuary of Elarion—was what they were standing at.

"I'll have him rip your heart out! I'll have him execute you in front of the whole pack!" I wiped the blood from the pin and fixed it back in my hair. "Do your worst."

"Physical damage won't kill it. You need to shatter its core while I dismantle the binding spell. You are the distraction." "I love being the bait," Ashren muttered. He didn't hesitate. He let out a battle cry and charged. The Golem lunged. The impact was terrifying. Ashren caught the stone wolf’s jaws with the shaft of his axe, his boots skidding backward on the stone floor, sparks flying. He roared, his muscles straining against the magical weight of the creature. "Now!" he shouted. I moved. I sprinted along the edge of the chasm, flanking the beast. I didn't use weapons. I used the Violet Flame.