Ash X Mallow Novels & Stories

Her copper rune-threaded robes fluttered as she turned, eyes locking onto mine with a smile too sharp to be warm. “Elias,” she said, voice airy and bright as ever. “We need your help with a bit of an anomaly.” “Aurelian,” I replied flatly, not bothering to ask. “I heard.” Ashleigh didn’t deny it. She just flicked her wrist, and a scroll snapped open midair between us. “The gate scan confirmed dragonblood. Four times. Same result.” I raised an eyebrow. “And your solution is to… assign me babysitting duty?”

Davina is checking all over and finds a good gash on her left side from the bear as well as she sees the blood trickling down her leg with bone sticking out. “Let’s get her inside. Keila can look at her.” Mark comes running out towards us, just as angry as I was. “I found Aspen knocked out in the library. What the hell did you do to him Maliyah? What the hell were you thinking running into danger like that,” Mark yells. “Umm…I gave him a tea with valerian root. A lot of it,” Maliyah replies. “You are definitely grounded and you owe Aspen a huge apology,” I tell her. I pick Maliyah up and carry her back inside and Keila is already in the kitchen with her kit.

They were staring for a few seconds as the lustful tension between them was slowly fading. "You wound me, Ash. Do you really think as magnificent as me will take a risk to destroy my oh so delicious body that everyone will die for? Drugs will definitely do me no good. It will make my luscious kissable lips darken like a dead one. It will make my body as dry as a cactus on a dessert. I couldn't afford to lose my magnificent self over those tiny white disgusting substance." Alexander replied with a dramatically voice as he pretended to place a hand over his heart, as if he was deeply wounded with Ash accusation.

Ash rejected her request, he would always be harsh to Newton because he had fallen in love with his mate. He held a grumpy face as he watched her, “Fine, I’m sorry” she pouted her lips. *** At Maggie’s house, Scarlett and Gabrielle sat with her in a dark room, a white globe in front of them held by Maggie. “I really want to see it, I need to be sure that he is alive” Scarlett didn’t actually believe Ash could have escaped his death. Mistletoe was believed to be the most poisonous and deadliest thing to a wolf and when mixed with silver it would make a much more power impact.

The ash settled. Mara exhaled shakily. “He’s playing with us.” Ava looked back once. The paw prints had vanished. Only the black tree remained, silent and watching. “We’re coming for him,” she whispered. The path beyond the clearing narrowed into what looked like an old riverbed. The ash had given way to a thin film of red moss that clung to the stones like dried blood. Even the air felt heavier here, tasting of copper and smoke. Mara kept her bow out now, an arrow nocked but not drawn. “This was all green when I came through last year,” she whispered. “He’s poisoned it.”

There was a loud crash, which scared everyone there. My ashes scattered everywhere. Jasper still felt angry. He laughed disdainfully and stepped on my ashes, grinding them with the sole of his shoe. The staff members' jaws had dropped in shock. They hadn't even had time to stop him. Jasper kicked my ashes and sent them flying. "Tell Amara that she came up with a very innovative trick this time round, but it's lame. I'm not going to waver at all, no matter whether she's dead or alive!

“What is this?” “That’s what killed him,” he said, his voice trembled. “H-He said if I got into trouble, I just have to…to go there.” The detective flipped the card and saw two words engrossed on it in gold ink. DOMUS MALUM His eyebrows furrowed, frustration creeping in. His head began to throb as he looked away. “Thanks for this, Mate,” he said and hopped on his car, never casting a glance again on the guy.

He’d experienced a lot of shitty things as a Marine, but getting buried alive was not one of them. Kira glanced at him, the steely distance in her gaze softening a little. “Only a little. I’m okay.” “How?” “I healed myse..” “Is cat out of box,” Alexei told her as he burned the lock off Tanner's cell door first. “Think you mean out of the bag.” “Is what I say!” “Doors, Xander. Doors!” Xander said something extremely rude in their language that Knight could understand only because Rina had used that phrase to insult someone in a bar once right before she threw the first punch.

Andrew pressed, "So, Dr. Goddard, will you give them to me or not?" Malcolm chuckled. "Of course, I'll give them to you! If I didn't, Fran here would drive me crazy, constantly calling me a stingy old man!" Francesca looked slightly embarrassed but firmly stood by her man. "Dr. Goddard, then on Andrew's behalf, I thank you in advance! Where are your rare herbs kept? I'll go get them for Andrew right away!" Her impatience made Malcolm twirl his mustache and widen his eyes in disbelief. Meanwhile, Chantelle secretly felt somewhat resentful, noting how good Andrew's women were to him.

Sienna’s boots crunched on dry pine needles, the shack a fading speck behind them as she and Roman cut deeper into the woods. The truck’s bloody mess was miles back, that scream still ringing in her skull, but the air here was still—too still—thick with the tang of sap and something sharper, like metal or smoke. Her fingers flexed around the vial in her pocket, its cold glass a tether to whatever hell Dorian had left her, and Roman walked ahead, his stride long and sure, gun tucked close, his silence loud enough to grate on her nerves.