Ash X May Novels & Stories

And now— Now there’s no pretending this is something small Because the witches just confirmed it— Nyxara isn’t just powerful. She’s something they were never meant to encounter. And now… They have to decide if she’s worth protecting— Or eliminating.

Victoria said, giving her friend a tiny smile. “So what? I can live with Tim from down the floor hating me. I've had worse people hate me for absolutely no reason.” Lana countered, looking unbothered. Grey tsked from his seat, hesitating before speaking. “And Maya from the second floor? All she did was spill that she was sleeping with her work partner. You, pissed that she got him before you did, went ahead to tell on them. He got fired, she got fired. No warnings or seconds options.”

My footsteps halted as I looked at Teddy in disbelief. Teddy gripped Elise’s hand, his face full of defiance. Catching my silhouette, Elise got down to Teddy’s eye level and murmured, “Sweetheart, I only work for Mr. Reed. She’s your mother.” “She’s not!” Teddy yelled, “My teacher told me that a mommy is someone who loves Daddy and makes him happy. Elise, Daddy smiles more when he’s with you. I want you to become my mommy!”

My eyes were not playing tricks on me, that's Eren right there,murdering someone with a smile on his face. That someone was Felix.

The love in their eyes made me feel that this trip through the human world had been more than worth it. I slowly closed my eyes. Right before they shut completely, I had a strange feeling and turned my head toward the narrow glass window in the door. Through it, I saw a handsome face with red eyes and trembling lips. It was Cole. My vision, my sense of touch, and my sense of smell began to fade as I waited for death to take me. Seconds before I lost my hearing too, I heard people shouting my name from all around. In the midst of all the noise, I caught one voice that wasn't loud at all. It should've been clear and cool, but right then it was hoarse. Its owner called out, "Izzy."

I couldn't take it anymore, and I slapped Rosa on the face. Since I had to do a lot of work by myself in the mountains, I had gotten a lot stronger. So, her face was swollen in no time. When she saw Yoel from the corner of her eyes, she took the opportunity to fall to the ground. Her white dress was tainted by the mud immediately. Yoel had just returned from collecting water from the river. When he saw what happened, he anxiously threw the bucket to the side.

I hate more that part of me understands why they do. Understanding is not forgiveness. It is only harder than hatred. Branches scrape my sleeves. Mud sucks at my boots. My body aches in layers, palm, ribs, back, hips, the deep center of me where magic and motherhood keep arguing over the same blood. Ashen shifts once. I stop for half a breath. Kael turns. “I’m fine,” I say before he can ask. His eyes drop to my stomach. “I said I’m fine.” “I heard you.”

Alpha Asher's deep voice rumbled over everyone, commanding our full attention. I let the little glimmer of hope blossom inside of me, maybe I'd be able to just sit out today. "Not to worry. I will be Lola's partner." Alpha Asher's harsh words were like a bucket of cold water. "sh*t, you've really done it now." Maya groaned. "Crap, what do I do?" I asked her. "Um, try not to die?" Maya shrugged. "Thank you for your infinite wisdom, Maya." I rolled my eyes at her.

“I’ve got some news I wanted to share with both of you. Something very important.” Ashley exchanged a curious glance with Lawrence. “Oh? Do tell,” she said, guiding him toward the living room. Sharing the News Once seated, Damien took a deep breath, his gaze on his parents. “May is… pregnant,” he said, his voice steady but filled with excitement. “We’re going to have another child.” For a brief moment, the room fell silent, as if the words had settled into the space. Then, Ashley’s face lit up, her hands rising to her cheeks in delight.

Mae stood at a crossroads, two branching paths. One, filled with ash and ruin. Everyone she’d come to care about, dead. She stood alone. Eternally alive. The last heartbeat in a dead cosmos. The other, bright and raw and filled with conflict, but also hope. Rebuilding. Healing. Love. In that path, Ashar stood beside her, worn but whole, protective, hers. So did Riven, half smirking, half undone, holding a small child who laughed like a sun reborn.