Ash X Misty Novels & Stories

She laughed sarcastically then mumbled, "love, that absurd thing." Austin was done explaining and he almost forgot one more thing. "You have fifty three happiness left. My only job is to give you information," he said. "Wait, why don't you just tell me who the mist is?" Chassy asked. She thought it'd be easier not to fall for a trickster if she knows the name. "I can't because I don't know who. It could be Jaxzim, Sky, me or whoever. It might be Aikee too," Austin replied.

- I wouldn't say but I would just say that I'm going to dot the i's and cross the t's, I love you, thank you for reassuring me, thank you for being there for me - You and me are for life - You and me it's until death They exchange a look filled with love before igniting, a kiss filled with love, passion. In this life, not everyone can escape their dark destiny either, the main thing is to always accept their destiny because it is indelible. END OF VOLUME 1

" I was about to fall to my knees again. I would have. The pride and dignity I'd had walking in here had been gone for hours. I just wanted my father back in my arms. That was when the noise hit the house. A black SUV came through the front gate, straight into the living room. The floor-to-ceiling windows shattered. Glass flew everywhere. Through the dust, the driver's side door was thrown open. A tall figure stepped out, backlit. I could not see her face. I knew her from the way she carried herself. Cassia Wynn. The fear and grief I had been holding in broke loose the moment I saw her.

And somewhere inside me, Something darker had already started to settle. Because if Arnold really chose someone else… Then waiting wouldn’t be enough. Outside, the storm hadn’t eased. It only grew worse. Rain fell harder, drowning the forest in noise and shadow. “Nothing,” one of the warriors reported, his voice strained. “We can’t find her, Alpha.” Arnold didn’t answer immediately. His gaze lifted toward the night sky, jaw tight, eyes sharp with something close to desperation. “She didn’t go that far,” he said under his breath. “She couldn’t have.”

My ears are playing tricks. Vasil runs fingers through his short, white, tousled hair. His cheekbones stiffen. “She has audacity.” “Indeed.” I inhale, laughing once again. My laughter fades as anger slowly replaces it. Fisting her long red hair, I slap her hard on the cheek. My fingers leave perfect red traces. “Do you desire to see your end?” “Nobody wishes death.” She stares at me. “I only responded to the question of my master.” “Do you understand your request?”

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.

The guild members' resolve held strong, and they emerged victorious once more. Finally, they reached the last floor. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as they entered the final room. Samuel's voice crackled over the communication devices, guiding their movements. As they stepped into the room, the sight that met their eyes was chilling. Greyson stood before them, his expression a mix of arrogance and defiance. He was flanked by his remaining henchmen, their guns aimed at the guild members. "Jota," Greyson's voice was mocking, his gaze flickering over the guild members. "You've come to face me at last, be ready to die."

Hazel Eyes Anastasia Perry, an elegant figure at 5'10" with striking blue eyes and flowing blonde hair, stood amidst the bustling city sidewalk. Her cobalt blue pantsuit radiated confidence, while her honey blonde hair was impeccably gathered into a sleek ponytail. The world outside was a whirlwind of activity, but Anastasia's focus was on one thing – her wristwatch. Time was slipping away, and she knew she had to hurry. Her job interview at the prestigious Pinnacle investment banking organization was scheduled for this morning at eight, and the stakes had never been higher.

" A sinister glint appeared in Misty's eyes at that moment. "You'll forever be a lowly scumbag skulking around in the dark recesses of society! You're doomed to fail no matter what! "Don't think that your life can turn around just because Darren Winchester's legs are healed! You're destined to become my stepping stone, just like how your dead mother—" Before Misty could finish her sentences, she felt a stinging slap across her cheek. Hannah's gaze had turned icy at that point. "Shut up." Despite getting slapped, Misty couldn't help but smirk in satisfaction. She intended to let things play out that way.

"She is drugged, Hunter. She is not drunk, he gives her drugs. " I hear Angela's words while she had a glass in her hands used, with a last sip of champagne. On the bottom of the glass, you can see little crystals, like nearly dissolved sugar. I felt my temper just blowing up, I felt like I will explode. I saw black in front of my eyes and for some reason, I step in front of him, I forced Crystal into my arms and I hug her tightly. She caught her nails in my shirt and I can hear her breathing beginning to be more normal. She waited to be safe, she wanted to be in my arms. She can't speak or act but she just tried to show me she was calm with me.