Novel & Cerita Ashen Demon

Edward chuckled, and Asher grinned, patting Alaric on the back before engulfing him in a big bear hug, “I’m happy you are okay, brother. And that last fight, damn, remind me not to get on your bad side.” “Aye, so sayeth the demon that sucked a god’s blood. Hades is terrified of you; he did not know when he told me what you did,” Alaric replied. “You did what?” Edward and Mariah asked, staring at Asher. Asher grinned sheepishly and scratched his head, “I wanted to weaken him, and the first thing that came to mind was to feed on him. But damn, Dad, you have no idea the strength that engulfed me after. I was beating the dead god like a punching bag. And had Ramiel not shown up, I would have kil

"What happened to you?" That was a damn good question. Now that I was getting a better look, I could see that he was more like a demon than a man. His gray eyes, which were usually so gentle, held the glow of bloodlust as he took in the scene ahead, and large black wings spread from his shoulder blades, stretching out around him to knock away anyone who may have gotten close. "Asher, please speak to me." Leah begged, taking a step forward. "Leah!" I hissed, just as a vicious smile spread across Asher’s lips. Lifting a hand, he let a ball of energy form on it as Leah continued to tentatively move. "LOOK OUT!"

I said sincerely and Ashr pffts me. "Alhan is a snake, literally Zax. He's crazy and rambunctious. Nothing but a troublemaker and just like his father," he growled menacingly and I nodded my head and laughed. "I already know Ashr but I want to cause trouble with him and not be tied down by you. I am not a fucking pet," I growled angrily and Ashr rolled his eyes. I watched a group of federation officers enter the room he was in and hold up weapons. I saw the shock and surprise on Ashr's face as he turned and I saw the demonic look he gave back to me and his brother that had just joined me.

Asher’s POV: I watched the girl in front of me with a frown painting my face. I didn’t understand, was having a child for me that terrible of an idea that she would choose death over it? I knew that I was far from an angel and thanks to my Lycan many people knew me as a demon, but I was sure that I had never met this girl before so I couldn’t understand the hatred that she had for me. I pulled open the door and stepped out of the dungeon room, running into someone the moment that I did.

“Of course not. I’m proud. You survived hell. You deserve a little slice of your own heaven, whether it’s here or in Raventon. You saved this pack.” “And besides,” she adds with a smirk, “it’s not like we’ve seen the last of you. You’re not going to age like the humans, you’ll have to come back and hide out here for a while eventually.” I’d never even considered that aspect. “Oh,” I say. “Right. That.” “You and your tall, dark and overly dramatic ex-demon will have to come back eventually. And there will always be room for you.” I’m about to reply when I hear footsteps on the porch. Speaking of the overly dramatic ex-demon. Ash appears, half-squinting against the sun, wearing one of my favor

“You think she rules you. But I know her mind. I am her mind. And I know she’s terrified of what she’ll become when you’re gone.” Amara’s hand brushed Luca’s arm. “Don’t.” “She’s trying to bait you,” she said softly. The clone stepped closer. “Tell me, Queen of Ash — how does it feel to wear a crown built on the bones of men who worshiped you?” Amara didn’t flinch. “It feels heavy. And earned. Something you’ll never understand.” A low rumble began beneath the ground. The air filled with the sound of shifting metal — the Ash Legion emerging from beneath the square. Dozens, then hundreds of them, crawling up through the marble like insects.

Her eyes those haunting, too-old eyes, were watching Liora as if she was still being written, still being judged, Liora hadn’t expected the past to wear such a small face. She crouched in front of Ashen, not out of fear, but out of instinct. The air shimmered around the girl, warping reality in subtle flickers, rocks shifted slightly, as if caught between what they were and what they might become. Liora could feel it in her spine: Ashen didn’t belong to this world. Not fully. Not yet. “You remember me,” Ashen said softly. Liora nodded. “I do.” “You buried me.”

“Head of Nerezza House. She teaches Vampire Diplomacy and Inter-Species Relations.” She inclined her head slightly. It felt more like a warning than a greeting. Next to her stood a woman with a wild swirl of pastel hair that shimmered with streaks of blue, purple, and pink. It shifted as she blinked, brightening to an almost neon green as her gaze swept over me. “And this,” Calvin continued, “is Professor Ashleigh Dana, Head of Everley House and Professor of Experimental Spellcraft.” “Oh, she’s interesting,” Ashleigh said immediately. Her voice was bright and warm, but there was something chaotic in her eyes. “I like her energy. It’s all sharp edges and tangled threads. That usually means un

Most wolves dismissed it as a myth. But right now, I had no other choice. I kicked open the rotting wooden doors and stepped into the dark hall. "You've come." An ancient voice drifted from the shadows. A figure emerged from the shadows, a crone so ancient she seemed woven from them. Her eyes were pure white, with no pupils. "I knew you would. Love always makes people do foolish things." "Save her," I said, laying Sienna on the stone altar. "Whatever the cost." "The cost?" The crone cackled, a dry, rasping sound. "Do you know what you are asking? To bring back the dead is to defy the natural order."

I clicked my tongue and led him to my closet where he began renewing his sigil and enchanting his protection magic as if I can’t protect myself. The closet glowed for about two seconds before the demon emerged with a raised brow. “I’m glad I can destroy your vocabulary just by mentioning how your type is super close to your housemate.” Leviathan pointed out making me almost trip over thin air. “Please stop—“ “Before you get any ideas?” “What the fuck!? No! Ash doesn’t even like me. He’s straight. Probably. I don’t know.” I sputtered like an idiot only to be met by Leviathan’s mocking face.