Ash X Mallow Novels & Stories

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."

Alex bundles up all the boxes and packaging before throwing them away. He came back inside the house with his clothes completely soaked in sweat. He wanted to show the dogs right away but there were dead asleep in the living room. Alex took off his shirt and wiped off the sweat on his forehead with it. He threw his soaked shirt at me, making me gag in disgust. "That's fucking disgusting, Alex!" I shouted at him as I throw back his shirt. "We're covered in cum and sweat every time we have sex, but you're disgusted with a sweat-soaked shirt?" he said as he was slowly walking towards me, wet shirt in hand.

Now I was on the last one, I grinned as I let the star go and watched it land right on the gunshot wound, I caused earlier. Warren stopped the wheel, and I went to retrieve my stars “A good shot as always” He chuckled “Now its my turn” He walked over and grabbed some throwing axes. “You remember the fun my partner had with the axe aye” He asked Jessie who looked like he was about to be sick. “Please, I don’t like getting dizzy” He moaned. I winked as Jack as I pulled down on the wheel making it spin even faster than before. “Fuck Grant, I am not as good as you” Warren chuckled as he threw the first axe.

“Should’ve, but it didn’t. She’s stronger than you think, that hybrid bitch. But I’m not here to dwell on your failure. I need something else—something that’ll strip her powers and kill her, all in one go. No half-measures this time.” Marek’s brow furrowed, and he set the pestle down, wiping his hands on a rag that hung from his belt. He stared at me for a long moment, the firelight casting shadows across his weathered face. I could feel the weight of his thoughts, the hesitation, but I didn’t care. I needed this, and he’d give it to me—or I’d find someone who would. “Rowan tree ash,” he said finally.

The fact that she’d cropped the handsome actor out of her assignment from the day before and had his picture in the corner of her computer screen while she worked was only a slight distraction. Around lunchtime, Mary came in, carrying a plate with a sandwich and chips on it for Ella’s lunch. She set it down on the table next to her elbow and snuck a bottle of Coke out of her apron. Putting her finger to her lips, she said, “Shhh!” Ella was only allowed to drink water, so anything other than that was a real treat. “Mary! You shouldn’t have. What if you get caught?”

A narrator’s voice followed: "This is not a story of survival. It’s a story of rebirth." The final frame: "Rising From the Ashes. Coming soon." It went viral within hours. Across the city, Adrian saw the video on his phone. His knuckles whitened as he clenched the device. She had just declared war in the most public, glamorous way possible. He picked up his phone. "Get me Natalie. Now." Back at the retreat, Natalie received the call. Amara glanced at the screen and arched an eyebrow. "Adrian Sinclair." Natalie took the phone and answered. "What do you want?"

Through my coughs, I heard Ashere's cruel laughter, a sound that made my skin crawl. "What pleasure do you find in torturing me?" I gasped between coughs, struggling to regain my composure. "You know I can never do what you asked. You chose the wrong person for your schemes. I'm going to tell Malik everything. I'm not a coward like you, Ashere, who hides under a guise, and even now you can't even show your treacherous face to me." The unpleasant smell wafted into my nostrils again, but this time, I held my breath.

He replied. " My mother used to be your business partner, " ash did not bring the glass to his lips instead he pulled the lighter out of his pocket and tried to put the glass on fire. " water down version of ethanol, not flammable, " Max commented as Ash chuckled. " Why Maya is taking those drugs? " max stopped drinking as he looked at Ash. Understanding that Ash must have checked the medicines Max corrected him; " Medicines, they are medicines, " ash shook his head.

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.

I ignore my urge to roll my eyes and stay vigilant, listening for anything in the distance. “Ready, ready!” Alpha Asher, or Ash, as he prefers to be called, gets a large spray gun ready. We learned that he has a background in chemical engineering, hence how he was able to develop non-alcoholic liquor. He and his brother were able to develop an anti-magic spray. Killing witches isn’t too difficult; getting past their magic and spells is the tricky part. This solution is a great equalizer. After a few hours of research and tinkering in his lab, Ash and Archie developed a solution made of mistletoe, rowan berries, and some other things I can’t remember. This solution will basically cancel out a