Ash X Mallow Novels & Stories

Hot tears. They burned my red bumpy skin. “Help. Anyone?” My voice was raspy. I didn't only feel fear. I could taste it slithering down my throat. I felt a presence. A strong presence. Superior. Powerful. “Embrace it.” A thick and uneven whispering voice spoke. The ash I tried to scrub off from my body slowly dispersed into the air, forming a ball of thick dark fog. Fiery eyes shone from within the fog. “Embrace it.” It said louder, more austere.

Her scream was raspy and loud, but was quickly drowned out by the chaos, death, and blood. ‘I can handle it from here. Go help Mason! Last I saw he was fighting some bitch with super strength.’ Asher’s voice flooded my head through the mind-link, gritty with determination as he rolled across the grass leapt over a fence, drawing the witches attacking him further away. I turned around and began sprinting, my feet thundering against the asphalt as the houses began to flit by. Colors blurred, all tainted by flickering hues of red and orange—of flame.

Oh now you have definitely crossed the line, I will make sure you are charged for assault you hear me , this will be your last day in this school Sooha did not bother to turn back Right now, the only thing that mattered was getting to Pappie’s on time it was now looking like an impossible task

Dragonman, Dragonman, Between thee and thine, Share me that glimpse of love Greater than mine. Anne McCaffrey A crooked smile curved Mikhail's lips, and it made him that much sexier. He stood there in nothing but unbuttoned jeans, showing the dark trail of hair from his navel leading down to his waist. The indentions of his hips made her mouth run dry. She was thirsty for a taste of him.

Lucien yanked me backward at the same time Milo leapt in front of me. “MILO—NO!” I yelled. But something strange happened. The shadow stopped.Frozen,like it hit an invisible wall. Milo didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. He just stood there, his small face expressionless, eyes glowing faintly—not gold, not blue, something else. A color I didn’t have a name for. The corridor fell silent. The shadow retreated—slowly, reluctantly—curling back through the crack in the door like smoke being sucked away.

Ash’s POV The roar of the clubhouse hit me before I even turned off my engine. Laughter, shouts and the sound of bottles clinking rent the air and for a moment, I wonder how they could easily fall back into their normal lives less than twelve hours after an attack. It was chaos the way I remembered it, but somehow louder and more… non challant. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and sweat. A few brothers cheered when they saw me, others nodded, their eyes sharp, reading me like they weren’t sure what version of Ash had come back.

I did not fail to notice Cruz sending a deadly glare to Ash, I was at fault too but he treated me with care. "If it's just rashes from the water intake, it would get cleared after taking a few herbs." Ash said and Cruz attested to it. So I got up and we started walking down the path that would lead to the tarred road, hoping to get herbs on the way or better still cross the finish line and get rid of the rashes after coming out of the illusion. We took a step at a time, and I felt so guilty for slowing us down. Ash recognized a few herbs and then gave me the leafs to chew. They were very bitter but anything to get us paced up properly.

Tanasha said from the side in a sarcastic tone. They soon came upon the battlefield and couldn't believe what they saw. The sky was covered in a white fog, tornadoes, stone walls, golems and spears tearing the sky apart. Xasha was the most obvious as he had 12 cartwheel sized energy cores strapped to his back. A massive axe-scythe in his hand, he looked like deity coming to cleanse the world of sin. The big Man he faced off against was covered in blood as he had giant wounds across his chest and face.

"So our Sleeping Beauty finally awoke from his deep slumber and decided to grace us with his oh so lovely presence, huh? Did you finally get the cure to the curse from the Spindle? Oh wait, did your Prince Charming finally kiss you? So much for pretending to be a hero. Now look where it got you." Malo said as he gave a quick glance in Ash direction who blushed at his comment, then looked back at Alexander and gave him a light, playful punch on his shoulder.

Lira (POV) The air in the cleansing room isn’t just thick—it’s choking. The stench of incense coils through my nostrils like burning hair and spoiled meat. They’ve burned the same mix every time—wolfsbane ash, marrow dust, grave lilies. It doesn’t just linger. It infests. I can feel it creeping under my skin, nesting in the hollow behind my ribs. A curse-wearing perfume.