Novel & Cerita Ashen Storm

Asher gestured ahead and said, "That fortified mountain stronghold up there is where Cormac has been holding the standoff with the Greene family's Saintess. It's also one of our family's key defensive outposts against outside threats." As he finished explaining, all three of them had already walked inside. It looked like a mountain stronghold on the surface, but in reality, it was a whole military garrison manned by Cavendish warriors. They found Cormac quickly. He was in the middle of rallying his men when Asher called out to him. "Cormac!" "Asher, you're back!" Cormac spun around, and the moment he saw Asher, his face lit up with pure relief and disbelief. However, when his eyes landed on

“So today we were tryin’ a new dance routine and during the splits Charlie farted, and it stunk… like, really stunk, but everyone started laughing sooo hard and… huh” The door opened, Melody looked past me to look at the person at the door. I didn't turn back to look like I thought it was Anna, until Melody said. “Oh… it’s the man from the pictures.” I turned around confused to meet the wide eyes of Asher staring intently at Melody like he had just seen a ghost. Oh shit… oh shit… oh shit “Mom? I’m scared”

I was worried enough as is. Storm pulled the bandages around my back tightly, cutting into my skin. “I need you fucking pissed off, Asher. I don’t know what the effect of this drug is, but I need your adrenaline flowing. Because I’m scared that if you stay still too long, you’ll start to see things.” “Why?” I asked. I was dealing with it. “Because you have been staring into space for fifteen fucking minutes without moving or saying a damn word. It’s fucking terrifying.” Storm explained. “Argo needs you, man. He can walk, but he’s in no condition to fight yet.”

I have not even completed what I want to say. “No!!!” He punches the wall to the extent the whole room quivers. The echo is overwhelming. “I am Asher Feathers, and war has begun! Whoever is doing this, has bitten more than he can chew. I will not rest until I find those behind this and drink their blood from their skull. I am Asher Feathers, and this is my promise to you!!”

The grass is like stain, as I join him, letting it crept up my bare legs. "All your feelings here, as a mortal, are heightened. Everything will feel softer, harder, taste nicer, and repulsive. Right now Aspen has a few dampers on your emotions, to help with how you cope. At least that's what I assume he's up to. Remember, they never consulted me with any of this," Asher grumbles, looking out over the cliff. "My heart bleeds for you," I mutter sarcastically. Asher shakes his head at me, his eyes blazing. "I see your attitude hasn't been hindered at all. Unfortunate."

Craig says, a relaxed smile spreading across his face. "You sick bastards! You knew he cared for me, so you wanted to kill his spirit, before killing the man." I say, nearly spitting at them. My outburst only causes Craig and Drago to smile at me. Impressed that I caught on so fast to their maniacal plan. "We thought our plan couldn't have gone any better. We would take out the Shadow Assassin, and the heir of the Scorpions in one swoop." Drago explains.

She wasn't just commanding the beasts anymore; she was reaching into the bond, searching for the empty space where Ash had hidden his soul. "Attack!" Rhea screamed, her voice echoing across the Wastes. "Bring him down!" The shadow-beasts redoubled their efforts, a massive, writhing ball of darkness slamming into the Shadow-Ash and hurling him out of the sky. He hit the ice-shelf with the force of a falling star, the shockwave shattering the remaining pillars and sending a cloud of sapphire dust into the air.

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."

The perfect, composed Luna Camilla was unravelling before his eyes. Blaze’s smirk deepened as he took in the stunned expressions of the assembled Alphas, council members, and guests. They stood frozen, unsure of how to react to the bombshell Asher had just dropped. And why wouldn’t they be? This was supposed to be a celebration of power, unity, and tradition. Yet here stood Asher, the prized Alpha prince, proudly declaring a child with a rogue—a half-breed, no less. The scandal was delicious.

"That's right! She promised! She can't kill you!" Marcus frowned. The other warriors began to hesitate. The elders on stage exchanged uneasy glances. In pack tradition, a life-debt was sacred and unbreakable. "Elara…" Thomas said softly, "if you really made that vow…" Everyone was waiting for my answer. They thought I would waver because of that damned oath. That I would lower my weapon, once again a victim of Kaelen's moral blackmail. I looked at Kaelen, at the smug, calculating look in his eyes.