Ash X Gou Novels & Stories

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.

said Xenorr coaxingly Ash's mental state is a complete chaos, he can’t seem to distinguish between reality and his past. His mind was like a raging fire aiming toward the thing he desires most, the thirst for blood and vengeance blocking his feeling of pain. The will to pay back is stronger than the flowing blood, immuning to the pain because his inside was more numb. “How can you get to them in this state?” asks Xenorr trying to calm Ash’s mind “You are weak” “I don’t care. I just want revenge, wanting to taste their blood while watching them in pain” Ash casually stated his desired action in such a nonchalant manner

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've never been one to trust strangers. Especially not those who carry around a wood ash in their pocket for apparently no reason“ “Alright. Point taken. If that's what you want, I'll let you be“ “Come on, Axel. Let's go back home, man“ For Axel and I to exit the forest, we had to brush past Caspian. One thing I dreaded doing but had no choice to. Brushing past him, Caspian holds me back. “Hey kid“ I turned to face him. “What is i—“ My words were cut short as I felt something pour all over my face. “What the fuck?!“ I cried out, trying to feel my face as it burned. I couldn't even bring myself to open my eyes. “What the hell did you pour on me?!“ “Wood ash“ Caspian replies. “Oh and by the w

"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.

i say turning and heading for my office. Shoving the doors to my study open i walk in and see my beta lounging in the chair in front of my desk. A solider sitting in the chair next to him. Both of them jumping up and bowing " Alpha Damien i have urgent news from Genral warren". I stop short at his words"what everr it is, it better be good alex" I grumble taking my seat behind my desk grab my quill and ink and start writing. He steps forward a smile wide on his face "the General has reported back" his words snap my attention away from my ink. " They found the rouge out post just outside a village in Mongoria it's two days ride due north" the solider says taking a step forward" but the rouges

“Not him.” I forced my breath steady and spoke like I meant it. “RELEASE.” Ash surged, black and thick, slamming into the circle lines around Dax. The glow dimmed, resisting. The cage law fought back. The Hollow King lifted his fingers lazily, amused. “That word belongs to me.” My wrist mark flared—hot enough to make me cry out—and the ash wall shuddered, thinning. Dax’s boots slid forward again. He crossed the third carved line.

Alex knelt, careful not to touch the scorched earth itself. "Nothing burned this." He murmured, his voice hushed. "No charcoal, no ash. It's just… dead." He leaned closer, sniffing the air, and recoiled. "Gods. That smell. It's faint, but it's here. Like blood left in the sun." My own wolf recoiled, a primal instinct to flee from this defiled place. This was the work of the Weavers. A signature. A taunt. This was where they had unleashed one of their monsters, or perhaps, where they had created it.