Ash X Lana Novels & Stories

She did not want to waste her chance roasting the man who cheated on her best friend. "You mean you're that Ash-" "Yes... He's that Ashton Grey. The one that owned that big fashion company. AG Atelier, remember? The company used to hold a lot of design contests for art students before. Ashley and I used to participate in those contests before and we often told you that, you know... What a turn of events, Ashley ended up marrying the owner of that company," Hana kept roasting the guy harshly.

"WE want to work with Aslan in the party. Lily will be at the door to welcome everyone entering and to bid goodbye to anyone leaving while I will be moving around trying my best to entertain everyone. With the help of our ability to read minds, we will be able to trace him," "Alpha we would like you to work with Cruz. YOu will have to prepare a very touchy speech to your people but that will also put the killer in such a rage that he won't resist striking again," I informed him ignoring the feeling in my belly as that sharp gaze pierced into mine. "My alpha?A touchy speech? He doesn't even smile at his people then how would he prepare that kind of speech??"Aslan asked stunned. I turned to se

Her delusional mind was shattered into pieces and her heart trembled with fear at the possibility that something terrible might happen and foil her plans. So, that day…… the conversation between Mark and Jay… was not a dream. It is true that Maya is alive and mated to the legendary alpha Ashton! She is also a luna, and of a powerful pack! "Jesus! What did I do?" Lily almost shoved her head into the wall.

"Fran, Aspen… you two go ahead. I'm afraid that if I actually hit Ms. Garcia, it might be bad. I wouldn't want to hurt her." Chantelle let out an incredulous laugh. "Ms. Rhodes, if you can land a hit on me, I won't blame you. In fact, I'll even cover your hospital bill." Lauren gave a bashful smile. "Gosh, now I feel kinda bad. Alright then, watch yourself. I can't guarantee I'll hold back." Aspen shook her head. "I'm sitting this one out. Ms. Garcia, I practice assassin techniques. If I go at you, it might draw blood."

Finally, Lance told me he was finished, I did one final check that I could get to my weapons easily before giving him my nod of approval. “I will just get changed and then we can head to the shooting range. I am very excited about trying out my stars” I grinned as I quickly went back to the wardrobe. I hung the dress back up and got changed into leggings and one of Jack’s t-shirts. “Let’s go” I grabbed Lance’s hand, and we made our way out to the shooting range. I could hear the guys talking inside, I quickly opened the door and was shocked when I heard Ryan talking about inflicting pain on some women. “Who are we inflicting pain on?” I asked.

A branch cracked to my left. I turned slowly, already knowing who I would see. Alexander Ashborne emerged from the trees, his expression a mirror of his sister’s cold fury. He didn’t speak. He just stared, his hand resting on the hilt of his dagger, a silent promise of violence if I took one step closer toward Aria. This was her message. Her first move. She wouldn’t come to me. If I wanted to talk, I would have to walk through her brother. Through her entire pack.

He crashes into another soldier and both slam into a crate. I blink. Nyxara’s expression hasn’t changed. But I know. She did that. Without touching him. Without moving. Without even looking directly at him. My wolf watches her carefully. “You keep doing that.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Terrible liar.” “You’ve said that.” Another hunter raises his weapon. His flashlight flickers. Then dies. Then another. Then another. Within seconds the warehouse sinks back into darkness. Only moonlight remains. Nyxara finally looks up at me.

Miranda wondered, while gathering her hair in her palms, before tying them above her skull in a ponytail. Miranda was too busy packing up to notice the forlorn visage which took over Anise's facial features. The once lively Luna now suffered phantom pains in her chest, as if her heart had been cut out, and yet her brain didn't understand that, and it all had to do with the way Asher looked at Miranda earlier. Anise knew it was selfish of her to change gears now and get Miranda as far away from Asher as possible, and yet that's all she wanted.

"Mom, I can feel the traps from here. They’ve laced the entire pathway with explosive hexes." "Can you dismantle them from a distance, Luna?" Seraphina asked, her eyes scanning the twisting mist ahead. "Not all of them, but I can clear a path for the front lines," Luna replied, already beginning to chant under her breath. "Good. Do it now," Ryan commanded, raising his sword high. "Soldiers of the United Worlds! Draw your weapons! Today, we don't just fight for a kingdom—we fight for every soul, every home, and every world that breathes! Forward!"

“If you’ve done anything… I repeat… anything… to harm Ashina, I swear on the blood of our ancestors, I will end you myself.” For a moment, silence stretched between us. Then Esther let out a mocking laugh. It started low, then rose into something wild and manic. “You still don’t get it, do you?” she sneered. “Ashina’s not coming back. Not in one piece. Not with her dignity.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” I gritted. Unfortunately, all she did was give a scornful laugh, as if it was a funny conversation we were having. “The Blackfang wolves will tear her apart. They’ll pass her around like a toy, break her spirit, humiliate her until she begs for death.”