Novel & Cerita Ashen Demon

Just then, a small head peeked through the suffocating smoke. “Madam, do you need any help?” someone asked timidly. I forced my eyes open and saw a young boy who was about the same age as my son. He was covered in ash and dirt, but his eyes shone brightly through the smoke. He was so small in size, yet he managed to muster the strength to help me up. Then, together, we slowly made our way outside. The path to the outside was incredibly challenging, and I felt like giving up several times.

Cassian replied him and then moved his eyes to look at Maximus who stared at Julianne like he wanted something from her. “Who is she?” Maximus asked and Julianne looked at him. Not they? She thought and looked behind her to be sure if Marianne was still with her. She moved her eyes back to Cassian and heard him say; “Ash. She’s a newbie.” “It’s Julianne,” she made herself clear and got a grin from Cassian. “Or could be Jules,” the other one said. Funny! Julianne rolled her eyes at the back of her mind. Marianne tugged at Julianne’s cloth again and Julianne asked Cassian, “Where is it?”

she spat under her breath, slamming the wheel with her palm. Her plan was simple , get to Damon’s mansion, question the maids, slip them money if needed. Someone would break, Someone always did. But just as she neared the familiar neighborhood, her eyes caught sight of a slim figure walking alone along the street. Long hair doll with beautiful hairpins youthful frame, the face illuminated briefly by a passing car’s headlights. Penelope, damon’s precious daughter. Anastasia’s lips curled into a slow, sinister smile. A thought as dark as it was tempting slithered into her mind.

"So why did you call me...son? Do you want to get a sister, perchance? From the black-haired one?" I shook my head, but Martha didn't let me answer, interrupting me. "Don't play games with the child, ye demon." "If he summoned me, he's not a child anymore, he's a necromancer," the demon's logic made sense. "You may call me Argadon, boy." "I'm Alex. Alexander Leonard Radenor. "Radenor... Is it a country in this world?" "Yes," I said. "Shouldn't you know this?"

,this time, it wasn't the brown hazel beauty she saw the first time as his pupil quickly bled over, his once white set of teeth now sharp canines as he bared them at her in a snarl, naked rage filling his now demon looking face. Beth who was taken by the sight before her only stared back at Asher's transformation in shock. Snapping out of her shock mood after a while, she opened her mouth to let out a scream but he quickly grab her by the neck with his claw-like fingers digging painfully into her neck. She began to struggle and kick against him, totally unable to breathe as panic rose up to her chest. It was still 8am in the morning and the street were just as crowded with people hurrying ab

Elise called, pushing through the crowd and into the back, where a group of demons hung out. Thayer walked closer to me, snatching my hand out of Asher’s and growling at the demons who looked me up and down. “Don’t fucking look them in the eye, Pretty Bird. Don’t trust any one of these fuckers.” A couple of moments later, a tall demon sidestepped around other rowdy guys. One half of his face was humanlike a green eye, pale skin, and shaggy brown hair. The other side of his face was stuck in a demonlike form a red eye, charred skin, and jagged teeth that couldn’t be covered by his lips.

For the first time, his expression changed slightly, not into surprise, but into something more fragile, as though the name itself carried weight he had not expected to hear spoken aloud. “She used to sit very close when I spoke,” he said after a pause, “and she always brought marigolds when the weather was bad.” Aisha felt her chest tighten. “And what was her full name?” she asked gently. Arman looked toward the window for a long moment before answering. “She didn’t use it often,” he said. “Only M.” And somewhere in that single letter, Aisha finally understood that she had not been searching for a patient’s delusion. She had been tracing the outline of someone who had once tried to hold a b

Afterall, it’s not like we would meet again. That’s why I was stunned to see him here now. Good thing he had no idea this was my town. Murmuring to myself, I glanced around for Faith and Cassie only for my gaze to rest on Asher. The guy was indeed as gorgeous as they were saying. He looked super cool in his white turtle neck and a fanciful black waistcoat which he flew open. He let his hair fall over his face and he had on this dark shades. Well unfortunately, I think our eyes met.

He hadn’t just lost a title—he had lost the future he had been promised, all because of a well-timed birth. "That explains a lot. It explains why Abel seemed different. There’s history there, weight. He’s not just your uncle; he’s—" "A rival," Asher finished, his voice flat. "He always has been, and probably always will be." She turned back to Asher, her curiosity not yet fully satisfied. "Do you trust him?" Asher’s response was immediate. "No." The word fell like a stone between them, heavy and final. "Abel plays his own game," Asher continued. "He might have stepped out of the pack’s direct line of power, but that doesn’t mean he’s harmless. He’s dangerous in a different way now, more subt