Ash X Misty Novels & Stories

ECSTASY. An overpowering emotion. A state of sudden feeling. Anna still couldn’t get over what had just happened between her and Dylan as she approached her room and shut the door behind her slowly. Placing both of her hands on the left side of her chest, she could still feel her heart beat fast and loud against her palms.

But a part of him—maybe the last part of him that was still Ash—was trying to break free. “I’m not the girl you knew,” Nia replied, her voice cold, trying to steel herself against the rising tide of emotions. “I’m Mist Fang now. And you’re a tool of the empire. Nothing more.” Ash’s expression hardened at the words, but there was no anger in his eyes—only the deep, aching confusion that seemed to drown him. “Why do you hate me?” he asked, his voice barely above a breath. “Why does everything you do feel like you’re trying to destroy me? What happened to us?”

The howling mountain wind tore through the ravine, carrying a freezing mist that clung to the skin like a shroud of wet ash. Outside the safehouse, the dense canopy of pine trees whipped violently against the gray sky, bending as if bowing to the massive diesel engine rumbling up the narrow access road. Headlights cut through the swirling fog, two twin beams of harsh, artificial white slashing across the timber walls before the heavy silhouette of an armored tactical personnel carrier ground to a halt fifty yards from the cabin.

“I don’t want to get any more involved in all this.” “Did she seem mad?” Asteria asked. She had already dealt with Maya and her attitude that night. She wasn’t sure she could add whatever Paige had planned to her itinerary. “Yeah, but not at you specifically.” Misty said. Then she turned toward the house. “Come on. She’s waiting, and she gets twitchy when people make her wait.” “Oh, I know a thing or two about Paige being twitchy.” Damian said, following Misty towards the house. “It’s a lovely sight.”

howled the witch. A thick, cold black mist, filled with total mystical blindness, burst from the ground in the blink of an eye, completely erasing the light of day and blocking all vision across the clearing. I could not see my own hands, and the war cries turned into a confused and terrifying echo amid total darkness. “Lawrence!” I cried out in desperation, stretching my hands into the gloom.

I can hear their footsteps scuffling away. “You know she’s never going to make this easy for you, right?” I hear Rowan ask quietly. Silence. Long enough that I almost think Luca isn’t going to answer. “I know,” he says softly. A beat passes. Then Rowan snorts. “You’re so unbelievably fucked.” “Shut up, Rowan.” Their laughter fades down the hall. And despite everything… Dean Withers. The tracker beneath my skin. Callan Ravaryn and his stupid, gentle eyes. The memories of Skyless Keep. The panic still clawing at my chest… I find myself smiling. Just a little.

Nyxara POV There is a dangerous moment that happens between survival and silence. A moment where adrenaline fades. Where instinct quiets. Where two people standing too close begin to feel things they absolutely should not. I almost made a mistake in that moment. --- The engines outside grow louder. Heavy vehicles. Multiple. Their headlights sweep through the shattered warehouse windows in long white beams that slice through the dark interior like blades. Rowan notices immediately. His jaw tightens. “That’s not good.” “No,” I agree quietly. “It isn’t.”

“Hey! Get back here,” Slasher’s voice calls out after me and I can hear his steps picking up pace with mine but I don’t make the mistake of turning back, i just keep throwing one leg in front of the other while hoping he falls flat on his face or something because I’m not sure how long I can keep going.

My eyes glanced around for possible eyes lurking, but the coast appeared clear. Cam’s voice echoed from the other end, and I could hear the sound of his fingers tapping on the keyboard. “Yeah. A little dirt on Mrs. Harrington.” I hated that she had that name—a name that was mine for three years before she showed her filthy face. I swallowed my anger, feeling it burn my cheeks while I forced my subsequent words out. “Tell me. What did you find?” “Something interesting. Do you happen to know anyone with the name Darren Sterling?”

Byron's scream tore through the black mist, laced with horror and disbelief. The holy light was evaporating the darkness around him, burning it away, purifying it faster than it could regenerate. Andrew gripped his greatsword with both hands and brought it down in a single, earth-shattering slash. White light spiraled around the blade like a tidal wave crashing forward. The black mist exploded. The impact tore through the Umbral Peak Sect's gates, ripping apart the stone archways and sending entire sections of the entrance collapsing inward. Disciples who had not managed to escape in time were crushed on the spot, killed instantly by falling debris.