Ash X May Novels & Stories

She wipe her tears and watch Asher disfiguring Axel face with his fist while he laugh like a maniac. T.B.C

Jaxon's POV I'd been trying to focus on the transmission rebuild in front of me for the past hour, but my hands kept shaking with barely controlled rage. Prince Ashen Whitmore was back. I'd heard the whispers around campus, seen the social media posts, watched the shaky phone videos of him and Maya talking by the fountain. The same bastard who had destroyed her so completely that she'd run straight into my arms that night at the bar was now playing the reformed hero. "Bullshit," I muttered, wiping my greasy hands on my coveralls.

Azora asked when she saw Ash sitting alone. " umm... nothing, I don't wanna drink anymore, " He said as he ordered himself a soft drink. " My, my, the drunkard is giving up drinks? quite an improvement, " Azora said as Ash shook his head. " I love her, leaving drinks is nothing in front of it, " He said as he moved towards Maya who was enjoying dance; sneaking his arm around her waist; he turned her around. Azora smiled at the two before moving to some of her other friends; Ash was making out with Maya when suddenly his eyes turned pitch black.

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Killian turned to her in surprise, but the surprised look was slowly replaced with a cold, hateful glare. “What have you done, Mayeli? You’ve killed our Ashar”. “Killian, please”, Mayeli begged, taking a step towards him, but he moved back. She clutched at her barely as her legs gave way and she sunk to the ground, her white gown dripping with her blood. “You killed Ashar, you killed him!” Killian yelled, moving as far away from her as he could. Mayeli woke up with a scream, her body soaked with sweat and tears dripping down her cheeks.

Like something that doesn’t want to forget being open. “ELORA!” Ruby yells. “I’ve got it!” I choke. The creature thrashes, its body unraveling as the breach narrows. YOU CANNOT CLOSE WHAT YOU ARE, it screeches. “Watch me,” I snarl. The silver surges—not outward this time, but in. Wrapping the tear, stitching it together with something that feels like choice made solid. The creature screams one last time,and collapses into ash. The tear snaps shut. Silence crashes down.

She would find Asher, and she would make sure he understood the full truth—no more lies, no more half-truths. *** Asher’s paws sank into the soft forest floor, the scent of pine and earth grounding him as he ran deeper into the woods. The cold air whipped past him, carrying away the anger and confusion that had threatened to consume him. His wolf had taken over completely, its primal instincts guiding his path and granting him a release his human side couldn’t find.

“We’ll do it together. You don’t have to prove yourself alone, Elias. We’ll clear your name, and we’ll burn out whoever’s hiding behind theirs.” The Concord Sigil flared bright across my chest, brighter than before, like it had been waiting for this vow. The crowd fell into a stunned hush at the sight, students shifting uncertainly, faculty exchanging worried glances. But not all of them. Professor Shara Baudoin, the Hawthorne healer, stepped forward, eyes steady, voice even. “The boy speaks truth. No one who fights like that bleeds betrayal.” Ashleigh Dana raised her chin, wild and defiant. “If the Interregnum has touched my House, then it is my duty to burn them out. And I will.” Her gaze

I'll make it up to you when I get back. I stared at the messages on the screen, then tapped into a livestream pushed to my feed. In the livestream, Cameron was accompanying Lucy as she picked out a dress for a charity gala. His eyes followed her every move. I didn't reply. Instead, I quietly deleted every trace of him from my contacts. One final buzz came through. It was a confirmation text. [Your ID cancellation was successful.] Suddenly, chaos broke into the livestream. Cameron's assistant, Brendan Cole, burst into the frame, gasping for breath, his face pale as ash. He held a document tightly in his hands as he ran up to Cameron.