Ashe Tryndamere Novels & Stories

A slow, dangerous gravity I couldn’t seem to fight against. I shook my head against the tide of thoughts, trying to drag myself back to the present as Ashleigh Dana called me for yet another round of magical refinement. The trials were only days away, and if I didn’t get myself together, no amount of mate-bond humming or balcony-staring would help me then.

Aslan likes his fight headon not some cheap tricks such as leaking a deceased photo. “ Yes I did.” My voice sounded rude because I was already as pissed as it was. “ I saw the news too. Don't tell me you cancelled the mission because of her ,Eren.” He followed me into my office. “ I did ,Aslan.” I said straightforwardly. He stared at me.” And you think the lords will be happy about this? Placing an outsider before your own Clan. Sabotaging our mission for some girl you like?” I took my seat,unfazed about the tone of his voice.” I do what I want, Aslan. Fortunately,she comes first in this circumstance.”

Right after posting it, while I was still reading comments mocking me for putting on a tough front, I saw Immortal Ashes Team’s official account tag me in a post, openly standing by my side. "The crowd follows the herd. The strong walk alone. Those who don’t know how to cherish what they have will lose it. Ash Mercer, we stand with you. IA will always be your strongest backing."

"Then call them." They called that evening, from the cottage, the fire lit again and Aria posted discreetly somewhere on the hillside above them. Eve sat just out of frame at first, giving him the moment, and watched his whole face change the instant the connection resolved — two faces on the screen, older than she'd have guessed, weathered by a year in hiding but unmistakably, gratefully alive. "Alessandro." His mother's voice cracked on the name, and Alex made a sound Eve had never once heard out of him, not as Alex, not as Valentino — something raw and boyish and entirely undefended.

She ignored the last part, smart. I sighed, massaging my temples. “Can we not do this out here? You've roasted and simultaneously praised me enough while we were inside.” A soft chuckle came from beside her, and I almost yelped. I hadn't even gotten Susan's current man's name, so bad of me. I almost forgot he was there. “Susan, you haven't introduced us yet.” I reminded her in a low tone. She paused before walking again. “Oh, right, sorry. Grace, this is Daniel. Daniel, this is my precious, dramatic, beautiful, shelly, and amazing best friend, Grace.”

And who was the other half stuck with? “Who’s the other idiot?” she asked, her voice tight, like it might snap. Roman’s mouth quirked, not quite grinning. “That’d be me.” It landed like a fist to her gut. She stared at him—this smooth-talking climber who’d kissed Dorian’s boots while she’d scraped by on cheap noodles and cheaper dreams. Fury flared, hot and ugly, but before she could tell him to choke on it, a black Rolls-Royce purred up the path, sleek as sin. The window rolled down, and there she was—Vivienne Ashford, Dorian’s widow, Sienna’s stepmother, blonde hair piled up like royalty, wrapped in fur despite the wet.

I pleaded desperately, trying to free my hand from his strong grip. "Talk about what?" Regan demanded darkly. Lord have mercy. I would never ignore my dreams next time or let Regan cajole me into something I didn't desire to do. Before I could respond, Asher pulled me away with him. "Asher Thorne? What's going on?" Logan came into full view now. "I'm sorry, I just need a moment with her. It's gonna be a quick one." He flashed Logan a wink. "What? You wanna make out this early morning?" Logan flared in total disbelief.

I shoved him off and rolled away, gasping for air. We both staggered to our feet. Asher was panting and swaying slightly. The drugs were taking their toll now, slowing his movements, making him sloppy. “She’s special, you know,” Asher said. He wiped the sweat from his brow. “Avery. She’s not just some pretty face. She’s a tool. A means to an end. The key to rebuilding the Lycan empire.” “She’s not a tool,” I snarled. “You’re using her too, Gideon,” Asher sneered. “For your heir. For your pack. Don’t pretend you’re any different than me.”

That ice was hitting Sia's right wounds, and Sia screamed in pain. "STOP. Not anymore. Please, I'm begging you for mercy, Ashley." Sia said this while screaming in pain. Ashley shook her head and made a hand gesture to her bodyguards to carry on. Jaren was in total shock. Whatever he thinks about Ashley, it's changing a lot with today's scenario. As of now, Ashley is a true match for Damon because both are so deadly when it comes to defeating enemies. On the other hand,

Meanwhile, as Thalindra took the direct blows for the others by sucking out the dark energy, Ashley faced him directly, dividing his attention and angering him all the more as he felt his control slip bit by bit. The man’s face, once a mask of cold superiority, was beginning to crack.