Novel & Cerita Ash X Mallow

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

“Oh don’t worry about me, I am sure I will be filled in the party, as for Anita, she had something before coming.” “Then, it is settled,” Malachi smiled, “please, enjoy your stay with us.” “I hope to,” Asher said and Malachi left just as Anita was stepping in. They met at the doorway and with a bow from Anita, he nodded in response before leaving the room. Anita walked up to Asher then and took the vacant seat beside him, scrunching her nose. “What now?” “Dead plant cell, everywhere,” she sighed. Asher chuckled, “you invited yourself, remember?”

“Good luck with that.” Jamie muttered something under his breath, but I caught the words “ungrateful werewolves” and “tough crowd.” It was weirdly comforting, though—like a sliver of normal in the midst of this absolute mess. “So,” Jamie said, leaning forward with a crooked smile, “about Asher—” “I don’t care about him,” Malia interrupted flatly, her voice sharp enough to slice through the room. Jamie blinked, clearly thrown off. Even I was caught off guard. “Wait, what?” I asked, tilting my head to make sure I’d heard her right.

My whole body trembled as I stared at the floor unable to look at the screen anymore. “ We just started ….you have to watch till the end.” Javan pulled my head back up, gripping on my hair and holding it in place. My stomach twisted when I saw that he forced his dick into his own mouth and I threw up. I bent forward and emptied my stomach on the floor. “ That's disgusting!” Javan spat and then signalled to his men to clean it up. The sound Felix made when Eren moved closer wasn’t human. It was loud and choked, the sound of someone whose mind had already realized they were already dead.

Magic pooled around my shoulders like a cloak. Inside, everything breathed differently. The plants pulsed faintly as if nourished on something deeper than sunlight. Vines shimmered with a faint silvery sheen, and broken stone benches were half-swallowed by moss that glowed faintly in the growing dark. There were whispers here, quiet ones, beneath the rustle of leaves and the thrum of power.

He stirred the fire until it burned hotter, more light pushing back the dark. “What is it?” he asked, only when her breathing had evened out. “We have stories,” she said. “About things that live between. Not here. Not… wherever here isn’t. Tall. Fair. Beautiful. Terrible. They like crossroads, Edges. People who don’t quite belong to one world or another.” “Ashford lodge in the woods with a Beacon inside it probably counts as an edge,” he said. “Yes,” she said. “We call them different things in different tongues. Tamawo. Other names. It doesn’t matter which one it is. They all like to bargain.”

My heart is pounding againt my chest i think im going to be sick. Just as my stomach starts to turn a hand wraps around my arm.They are separating us. Men woman and children are all pulled apart into separate groups. "Let go of me" i snap at garret. He ignores me shoving me forward with the other women my age. I stumble but catch myself before falling. Frantic mubbles fill the room. My eyes find Molly huddling with the other children, they are afraid. I would be to but i dont fear death anymore. Death is peacful quiet some would even say a kind. In this world for humans it would be a mercy.