Ash X May Novels & Stories

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.

Only once did he enter here. William Asher stood looking at the breakfast table. Absently he had prepared three place-settings. “Now why would I do that?” he questions himself. He lifts his head looking towards the front door. He slowly starts to move in that direction. He reached for the door and slowly opened it. He turned pale with sudden shock staying motionless while looking into the bleak blue eyes; he only looked into them once twenty-three years ago... Maya Asher stood in front of the mirror fully dressed in black jeans and blood-red shirt. Her long hair coiled in the base of her neck. She only briefly touched her lips creating a shade of light red. She turned and went towards the ki

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.

Ashly snaps, not caring about how childish she sounds, "It's bad enough you let him stay here now, encouraging him to stay away from me." Alex sighs, "Ashly, I'm not." He tries, but Ashly doesn't want to hear it. "You already have your own perfect family." Ashly says in a small voice, barely above a whisper, hating how her voice quivers, "He's all I've got." Then she quickly opens the door and runs off. Instead of heading straight home, Ashly finds herself outside May's apartment, knocking softly on her door. When she opens it, May gives her one look before opening her arms for her. "Oh, Ashly..." she murmurs as Ashly quickly walks into her embrace.

RENZO May appeared in the kitchen doorway still holding her crackers. Then her eyes took in the assembled scene in the corridor (four of her associates with their hands raised, Asher holding what was technically an explosive device, and Nicholas covering the room). “We are fucked.” May said thickly. Asher turned to look at her. "Hi," May greeted weakly. “No need for greetings, my love. Just assemble yourself over to that corner. Ah!” Asher's smile widened. “Don't even bother to fucking fight.” He rolled his eyes at Noreo who was about to drag a bag to himself.

In the field, FPSG stood for First Person Shooting Game, which became bastardized, unofficial code across all branches of the military over the past hundred years for if you find a weapon, it’s yours to wreak havoc with. “We need to get those magic restraints off, first.” Knight eyed his team before he let his attention settle on Xander, who seemed way too tense. “They didn’t give you one.” “I told Lilia he was Strike Force, not an Awakaned. He’s not in our uniform. Guess she believed me for some reason,” Tanner explained before shrugging. “Guess I lied.” Xander and Kira were both Awakaned that's for sure, although he's still skeptical on what Kira's gifts is, he's sure that she has some pow

My first assumption is better I guess" He winked before turning to walk back to the door. I scoff, but frowned instantly feeling myself being pulled with him.I look down at his hand that is clutching the hem of my blazer. "What the hell are you doing? Stop dragging me" I retorted. We stopped at the porch where the old man still sat. "Thank you, Asher.Though, you could've told me about your leg cramps" Drax says to the man, kneeling before him to engulf him in a hug. "I wanted to see you, son.How have you been?"

Warren chuckled as he threw the first axe. Jessie screamed in pain, I was excited to see where Warren hit him. He was right he sucked at aiming with the axes. He was just throwing to hit, we would not know what damage had been done until the wheel stopped. Warren though the next two axes and I stopped the wheel. “I wish I had four axes like you have stars” Warren grumbled as he walked over.

She finds herself in a moral bind concerning forgiveness, retaliation, and the brittleness of trust. Zara and Kael must destroy the weapon in a final, adrenaline-pumping battle before it ends up in the wrong hands. However, Kael gives up his claim to authority in the process, preferring anonymity to a throne that would bind him to the past indefinitely. After the adventure and the love she discovered amidst the ashes of a broken world, Zara returns to the barren ruins irrevocably altered. In a backdrop of destruction, Echoes in the Ashes narrates a story of love, survival, and redemption. It examines the effects of authority, the difficulties of forgiving, and the belief that love may illumi

His focus went back to what he held in his hands and that stirred up some questions in my head that I had to ask. He spoke calmly and that reduced the tension in the room. “Are you some type of a genie?” “It’s not a kettle, it's an urn.” “Do you live there?” “I just said I'm a wolf shifter, young girl?” He always has this 5-7 seconds of uncomfortable pause before he speaks, like he tries to formulate words in his head. “My ashes were kept there.” His throat worked Your ash? Please, Emmett, make everything you're saying make sense and be more realistic