Asher Angel Bulge Novels & Stories

Maya knew that whatever was written on that piece of paper was beyond their expectation. Ashton had never given out such a terrifying aura since she got to know him. This was the first time Maya was seeing the blood thirst and murderous Ashton. Although his aura was terrifying, Maya was not afraid. He was so angry that his fingers had already elongated and the fangs had already started to show. His ears were also growing and his body was becoming more and more fairy. His spinal cord was protruding and his shirt had started to get torn.

​On the three monitors mounted in front of me, lines of green terminal code cascaded downward like a silent, digital waterfall. ​My name is Harper Vance, but in the dark, digital underbelly of global network, I was a ghost maker. And right now, I was performing the most painful surgery of my life. ​My thumbs were raw. My left eye twitched every time the screen refresh rate hit sixty hertz. But I couldn't stop. I couldn't even blink for too long. Because on the center screen, glowing in brutal, uncompromising white pixels, was the name that had nearly cost my sister her life:

~Alaya No one knows how to answer my question, it seems, as it knocks them all into silence. "Fine," I mutter, folding my arms across my chest defiantly. "I want to speak to Alpha Asher." It is Death who stands, striding over to stand beside Aspen. She's the strangest looking female I have ever seen in my life. Her eyes are like a haze of smoke rippling up the side of a mountain. It curls around her pupils vividly, stealing my ability to see any sense of emotion she gives me. It's mystical. It's daunting.

When Kyrie heard this, he sensed trouble brewing. Before he could react, Aspen had already messed up her hair and started screaming at the top of her lungs. "Help! Someone help me! There's a pervert here, a beast who tried to assault me! I can't live like this... The Harding family is bullying an innocent woman! They're monsters!" The little actress's performance was absolutely flawless. Tears immediately welled up in her eyes, and as a temptress on par with Lauren and Francesca, Aspen was just as skilled at destroying people.

The shard surged within me, demanding I act, demanding I choose as Ashara had. My knees buckled, heat crawling across my skin like chains of fire. Every breath scraped like glass, the shard pounding louder than my heartbeat. It whispered the choice in cruel clarity—his life for your power, your life for his survival, or hers for the balance to hold. My gaze flew to Angela, fighting off two Iron Fang wolves at once, her strength steady but her body bleeding. The shard hissed her name into my blood, testing, tempting.

Finally, the most beautiful specimen of werewolf I have ever seen jumps out of the helicopter. I'm not gay, but there was a werewolf capable of making heads of all genders spin. I know how to appreciate male beauty. We werewolves are very rarely ugly. Even rogues are attractive, either way, but in front of us was the most beautiful of them all. Dressed in light blue jeans ripped above the knee, a white T-shirt, white sneakers, and a jacket to match the pants, he was a tall creature with an athletic physique, slightly long blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes. That one was Angel; his face was almost a copy of his mother's. We can all say that we are seeing a true angel that just fell from the

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

"Glad to know the Gods are with us." Am-Heh looked up sharply, giving a low growl. Beneath Ash, the floor began to bubble like molten metal, his clothing melting and fusing to his skin. Scrambling up Ash clawed at the smouldering fabric, a howl of pain cutting through the air as a loathsome odour left him.

My eyes grow wide, as she manages to bend all there way backward, her head near the floor. I've never seen her in this position, and I guarantee, it won't be the last. Looking down at her, with her taut chest, bouncing wildly to match my thrusts is a turn on I never expected to have. I have full view of everything. This is incredibly hot. I quicken up my pace, as I continue to hear her moan.

She has never hated Selene’s creatures, but now, she could see what Aspa meant when she said that they were monsters; indeed, they are. Right before Hades could grow limp, Aron appeared from behind and attacked Asher, stabbing him with a spear. Hades dropped from his hand then, and Asher staggered back. It was an angelic warrior spear, and he could feel the strength he had gotten drastically draining. “Fuck,” he cursed, and placed his hand on the spear, although it hurt like hell, he yanked it out and dropped it on the ground. His blood-red eyes went to Aron, and he said, “You shouldn’t have done that.” He disappeared in the blink of an eye and appeared right in front of Aron, and kicked him