Ashe Tryndamere Novels & Stories

Ryan had just finished speaking when the phone rang and Asher, the mercenary, was on the other end of the line. "Well if it isn't the Lycan King himself," Asher said, hiding a smile. For the first time in weeks, Titan smiled too, almost forgetting the tension that weighed heavily on his shoulders. "How are you Asher, still fighting in different parts of the world as always, eh?" "You know the drill, my man, so tell me when you will be available for a full breakdown of everything," Titan asked. "Let's make it tomorrow," Asher promised. "I'll free up some time but right now I've got a lot going on."

“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.”

The subidón of total, lawless victory over our attackers sent a violent jolt of pure, unadulterated heat straight to my core. Asher strode over to me, his chest heaving, his face smeared with black mud and the blood of his victims. He grabbed the front of my tactical shirt, hauling my body up against the hot hood of a militarized all-terrain vehicle the mercenaries had abandoned at the edge of the clearing. "You set the grid perfectly, doll," Asher growled, his wild eyes dilated with an unhinged, feral lust as his large hands violently ripped the zipper of my tactical trousers open.

As expected, she was being referred to as the new fling. “Or wait, is she the Luna everyone’s been talking about?” Missandei added, as though just arriving at the realization, pointing toward Ashley. Ashley clenched her fists in her gown, restraining herself from reacting in front of everyone. “She is,” Dane answered. Ashley couldn’t tell whether he was revealing it or merely admitting it because he had no choice. “Damn the gods. I suppose it’s your karma,” Missandei said, shaking her head at Ashley. Having had enough, Ashley spoke. “You do realize I am sitting right here?”

It accepts him. Like he belongs here so thoroughly the earth doesn’t bother reacting. I don’t like how much that registers. “I know who you are,” he says. “That makes one of us.” His mouth twitches. Not a smile. A decision. “Ashton Ashborne,” he says. “Crown heir of the Northern Packs.” Of course he is. The name fits him—old, heavy, built to last through wars. I nod once. “Vaelira.” His gaze sharpens—not recognition. Interest. The kind that weighs consequences and proceeds

“Want to show everyone how special you are?” I pushed a pulse of love toward him, the same way I had with Ari. But Ash’s response was different, more complex, layered with multiple emotions at once. Love, yes, but also caution, protectiveness, and something that felt almost like… assessment. As if he was evaluating whether to trust this connection. ‘The boy carries a warrior’s spirit,’ Eryndra observed. ‘He will be more guarded than his sister. The ancient soul within him has seen too much to trust freely.’

Then Liora, summoned from Melen. Aveline. Jasmine. Dimitrius. Draven. Even Vaelgorath descended from the mountains. Nobody spoke much. Xander had spent a lifetime as wolf, father, protector, friend, nuisance, and unofficial destroyer of museum cleanliness. He had been called king. He never cared. Near sunset, Xander looked at Caliana. She pressed her forehead to his. “You can go.” His eyes closed. One breath. Then another. Then none. Emmy wept.

"The... the dispatch... already reached the southern lords. The seal is broken. The pack is already bleeding from the inside out." Maya stepped forward, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird, but her face remained a mask of cold, unyielding iron. She knelt beside the struggling elder, her dark eyes reflecting the dying sparks of the short-circuited terminal. She didn't flinch from the violence; she had lived among the ashes long enough to welcome it. "The only thing bleeding today, Torin, is your conspiracy," Maya said, her voice cutting through the hum of the failing electronics with a chilling clarity. "Operation Ashfall wasn't authorized by an Alpha. It was engineered b

I teased and Ash rolled his eyes before he stood still—finally noticing Leviathan. “You bought a friend over?” He asked, stepping away from me. “You should’ve told me.” “Ah, it’s a bit urgent. I just have to get some stuff from Cro—Trent’s closet.” Leviathan said and held his hand out. “I’m Cameron Mitchels, Trent’s friend, nice to finally meet you.” “Oh right, you were Phil’s friend too, I’m Ashley Johanssen. I haven’t extended my gratitude yet for helping me find a place to live. Thank you.” Ash smiled and shook Lev’s hand.

While I tried to come up with the strategy, I would aslo test the men that are remaining," Adrian said. "My Prince can you please summon your right hand person, we need to talk and the test starts with him." "Let's start with the leader, Ashley Oscar… but I am sure that she will pass the test, she is a faithful one," Asher responded absent mindedly. "Ashley?" I asked with a frown and he jumped. "Sorry I almost forgot!" He said. "I will summon Zane let's start with him. "You two can go. Leave me to the task. Or you could hide around, I might need your highness to summon others," Adrian said.