Ash X Serena Comic Novels & Stories

She walks near his chair and while she is still trying to comtemplate whether to wake him up or not, Nick suddenly holds her hand. "Don't leave me again", he says with a pained voice while pulling her into his embrace. Mira is too shocked to respond that she almost forgets how to breathe. Finally regaining her senses, she pats him gently and calls to him. "Mr. Asher, please get up and have some hot coffee. It will calm your nerves". Listening to her soothing voice, Nick finally comes back to the mortal world while still holding Mira tightly to his chest. Seeing that he is back to normal, Mira finally lets out a sigh and walks out of his embrace and brings the coffee she prepared to Nick. "Mr

I will come back to you, after all, today is our wedding night. Bella was frightened after seeing that gray-eyed man. After Asher left from there, only Serena and Bella were left in the hall. By now tears had accumulated in Bella's eyes. Serena asked, "Do you know who this is?" Bella shook her head no, at Serena's question. Suddenly Bella asked Serena, "Serena where is he, is he in a safe place?" Serena said, "Actually yesterday, due to staying awake till late at night, he got a little fever, so I left him in the hostel, don't worry, some of our friends are taking good care of him, he is a superstar for everyone.

I whispered. “Rest?” His tone softened, almost curious. “On my border? While your mate hunts for you?” My knees buckled. Strong hands caught me before I fell. Heat seared through me where our skin met. He didn’t flinch. He stared down at me, confusion flickering in his eyes. “You’re not burning me.” “What?” He didn’t answer, only held me tighter. “What’s your name?” “Serena,” I breathed. “Serena Gray.”

“Magister, why do we let garbage through the gates? Let me throw her to the stone giant and save us the paperwork.” I ignored him, but my left hand squeezed into a tight fist. My nails pressed hard into an old, ugly scar that hid my forbidden blood seal. It kept my real, dangerous ash-magic buried deep inside me. In this empire, that kind of magic meant death. It was the same power the lost Ash King used when he nearly burned the whole world a hundred years ago. “Put your hand on the stone,” Vane ordered. I stepped forward. My boots hit the hard ground, and I felt cold eyes burning into the back of my neck.

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?"

“No. But I should have. Guys like you usually bring them with you.” I smirked. “Guys like me?” “Leather, tattoos… gunshot wound,” he said dryly. “You scream of trouble.” He wasn’t wrong. “And you don't want any of that?” “Name’s Ash,” I muttered when he didn't reply and finally regretted it. Where were we? Tenth grade? I was watching him move around the small room tending to my wounds with precision. “Noah.” He finally said, not looking up. “Thanks, Noah.”

"I trust your judgment, Serah. You've proven yourself to be resourceful and capable. If anyone can handle this, it's you." Serah nodded, a sense of determination in her eyes. "I'll do my best, Mr. Drake. I understand the importance of this situation." Drake leaned back in his chair, a mixture of emotions swirling within him. "Thank you, Serah. I know this isn't a straightforward decision, but I believe it's the best course of action for now." As Serah stood to leave, her professionalism and dedication were evident. "I'll start working on the plan right away, Mr. Drake. We'll do everything we can to ensure that this situation is handled discreetly and effectively."

I couldn't help but smile sheepishly. I jumped in jubilation as I watched Asher walk toward me. He was truly a warrior, a man whom I'd grown to love. As Asher walked closer to me, I heard a loud bang. A gunshot from far into the woods. Another batch of warriors was coming to fight us. Leading them was Christopher's mother, Anabel. Asher stumbled to the ground. He wasn't dead, but weak... Pain consumed me, the pain of losing him, the fear of being alone again. I tried to scream, but something else rushed through me... powerful and hungry, fueled by my anger and pain.

They were sitting on the plush leather sofa in the secondary living area, the floor-to-ceiling windows showing the rain-slicked city lights below. Neither of them was holding a tablet or reviewing a file. There was no corporate strategy on the table, no spreadsheets, no mention of Vale Maison or Blackwood Capital. Instead, a half-empty bottle of red wine sat on the coffee table between two glasses. Serena leaned her back against the corner of the sofa, her knees pulled up, wrapped in an oversized cashmere sweater. Asher sat beside her, his stance relaxed, a glass resting loosely in his hand. "So," Serena said, a mischievous spark in her eyes, "you paid off Cassian’s entire summer camp counse

“All pointing to the same direction. Then you already know about Damien.” I did not answer the question but the silence was enough answer for Ava. Her jaw dropped, the particular set it took when she was containing something large enough to require active containment. “He unalived her,” she said quietly, fighting between the words and her emotions. “Damien unalived Serena.” She’s literally fighting back the tears forming at the back of her eyes now.