Novelas y relatos de Ashen Demon

Like she might disappear if I’m not precise enough. She doesn’t move. Doesn’t wake. Doesn’t react. My jaw tightens. I step back. Then forward again. Because I need to know. I need to understand what I’ve just brought into the only safe place we have left. Slowly— I lift the edge of her shirt. The mark reveals itself again. Clear. Spreading. Worse than I remember. It isn’t just a symbol. It’s woven into her skin. Alive. Ancient. Wrong.

I inquired. Fire, Asher answered. It can only be defeated by burning its form. Because it is a master of appearances, it is incredibly vain regarding its physical shell. Once it is burned, it will vanish to recuperate, remaining dormant until someone else’s reckless actions summon it back to the mortal plane. How do we burn a demon we can’t see? I countered. Only Malachi and Kaida can perceive it. The rest of us are practically defenceless. Lana can see it too.

I watched Asher's face contort into something hideous and then return to his normal features. "What was that?" I asked Einar. "He is possessed by his dark half…a demon," he whimpered. Cailean instinctively bit down on his arm and was dropped to the floor after sending a jolt through his small body into Asher's arms. He scampered to my side quickly and looked horrified at me.

Patience was a weapon, and when the time came, he would strike with precision and fury. His phone buzzed on the desk, snapping him out of his thoughts. The screen flashed with a name— ‘Demon.’ Damian picked up without hesitation. “Talk.” “I’ve got eyes on him,” Demon’s gravelly voice rumbled through the phone. “Asher’s been laying low, but not well enough. He’s moving in the underworld, making deals. I’ll have him cornered in a matter of days.” Damian tightened his grip on the phone. “No mistakes. I want him alive.”

How is he the king of demons when demons and wolves hate each other to the core? “You have so much explaining to do and let’s hope Lillian doesn’t kill you for real this time. She is very hormonal right now, but I am happy your sorry ass didn’t die,” she said, smiling at him. Asher smiled at her back, dragging her to him. Bellona wraps her arms around him. She is so happy he is alive. Asher is like the brother she never had, very goofy, but deadly when it comes to his loved ones. She doesn’t care what supernatural he is, even if he is a merman. He will always be her brother.

“That is the only explanation for why his body was still in a vegetative state and not healed already.” “How do you know he locked his god-powers?” I asked. “Because he had been a pure demon in Hell all this time,” he said. “Neither his blood nor his body ever showed any signs of celestial genes. Which means Asher had complete control over both his demon and god sides. I’ve done thorough medical examinations on him whenever he requested that I make certain potions for him, and every time, he was purely demonic.” He paused. “That makes me believe Asher can lock and unlock his god side at will. And if that’s true, then we might still have a chance of bringing him back.”

At the wedding, Ewan Holland's assistant replaced the slideshow video with a clip of my sexual assault from five years ago. Amid the dead silence of the hall, Lilith Clayton pinned down my hands as I scrambled to unplug the flash drive. "Relax! I mean no harm. Just wanted to remind you how much Mr. Holland loves you. He doesn't mind your past, so don't ever chase cheap thrills or betray him." While I racked my brain trying to convince everyone it was an AI forgery, I frantically signaled Ewan to pull the drive. I thought he'd surely step up to save me. Yet he dragged the timeline bar forward and zoomed in on my face instead. I stopped wrestling, staring at him in disbelief. "What are yo

A sigil of some sort. The creature lunges again, driving its claws down toward me, but the demon's hands tighten, forcing it back with overwhelming strength. Heat builds beneath my skin, rising fast and pulsing. “Ashar’en.” The words roll out of the demon in a deep, guttural growl that seems to shake the air itself.

Asher nodded in the embrace, and pulled Miranda out of the chair. "Get Miranda and the others out of here." Asher expressed to Joshua while locking his gaze on Damien's turned back. "What are you going to do?" Joshua asked Asher, while Miranda glanced the Alpha's way with a panicked gaze. Asher's dark domes and yellow rims suddenly filled with an air of malice while he strictly focused his vision on Damien, like a velociraptor hunting prey. "I have a promise to keep." Asher expressed, referring to avenging Anise's death.

I know him without knowing how. His mouth is closed. Fear rises fast. Not fear that he’ll howl. Fear that he won’t. Fear that I’ve carried him through blood and ash only to pass down silence. “No,” I breathe. I reach for him. The distance stretches. “Choose,” I whisper. “Not for them. Not for me. For yourself.” His little chest expands. Then Ashen opens his mouth. The howl is clear. Not loud. Not violent. Not hungry. Clear.