Asher From All American Novels & Stories

When I woke up again, it was already morning. I was lying in a hospital bed, my head wrapped in thick bandages. A dull ache lingered beneath them. The doctor said it was nothing serious and just superficial injuries. I transferred the agreed payment to the driver and hurried straight back to Bareyard Village. The air still reeked of sulfur. In the distance, Canlis Mountain belched thick black smoke, like a furious beast that hadn't yet calmed. The village had been completely destroyed. Homes lay collapsed, trees were scorched, and the ground was buried under layers of volcanic ash. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but ruin.

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."

Narrator- Alpha Asher casually gathered Miranda's limp form in his arms, along with her fallen keys and purse. Her head naturally leaned against his chest, and the moment her hair grazed against Asher's skin, he gladly breathed in a whiff of her natural scent. She smelled like sweet ripe oranges in the summer. Asher smiled and crossed the street, towards his SUV. He walked around the passenger side only to stop in his tracks when he noticed Joshua standing against the door with his arms crossed and a knowing smirk on his lips.

Asher growled with his Alpha voice, sending everyone around to quiver in fear, but I wasn't moved by fear a bit, instead, I was moved by how he stood for me and the kids. No one has ever stood by my side like this. For the first time, I'm seeing the good in Asher from a better perspective. “Who do you think you are?” The man yelled back at him, causing everyone around to cover their mouths in terror as they began to murmur, sensing how brutal his death would be. “I'm from an Alpha lineage in this pack, so who are you!” “I Am THE ALPHA KING. As if he was commanded to, the man went on his knees, eyes blinking rapidly, trying to clear the fog of disbelief that clouded his vision, surprise momen

A narrator’s voice followed: "This is not a story of survival. It’s a story of rebirth." The final frame: "Rising From the Ashes. Coming soon." It went viral within hours. Across the city, Adrian saw the video on his phone. His knuckles whitened as he clenched the device. She had just declared war in the most public, glamorous way possible. He picked up his phone. "Get me Natalie. Now." Back at the retreat, Natalie received the call. Amara glanced at the screen and arched an eyebrow. "Adrian Sinclair." Natalie took the phone and answered. "What do you want?"

The warehouse smelled like gasoline, stale cigarettes, and testosterone—the kind of place where OSHA went to die. Asher leaned against a customized Harley, his bandaged arm in a sling, looking unfairly seductive despite the fact that he was currently being a brooding prick. “It’s not oil, princess. It’s high-octane fuel. And trust me, I have much more creative things in mind for your body than dumping it.”

Tobias asks. “That’s what I just said, Thor. Ya know, the actor who plays you is from our motherland,” Alpha Asher jokes, making his brother laugh. I knew their accents sounded weird. Australians. Great. “We can discuss our connections to Alpha Bronson in more detail later. We need to get back to finding our mates,” I raise my voice, desperately wanting to get back on track. “Oh, right. Your mates. Sorry to hear they’ve been taken. Like I said, there’s been no suspicious activity around here recently,” Alpha Asher says as he runs his hand through his pink hair.

**** DARIUS LARK’S POV The Almighty Asher Nightshade, the pictures on the billboards, magazines and internet don’t do justice to how intimidatingly confident he is… I thought to myself as I received his handshake… firm grip he has! “Good afternoon Mr. Asher” I say “You have built yourself a lovely company” I added looking around “Thank you Mr Lark” Asher says as he gestures for me to have a seat. “How was your flight” he asks “Splendid” I answered with a tiny smirk “Welcome to Raven’s Peak, what can I offer you? Champagne, Cuban cigar? What do you care for?” Asher ask “A glass of water would do. Ahem!” I answered clearing my throat

Asher noticed as he lifted his jeans. "Goodness, for what purpose do you resemble that? Have you just seen a man dressed?" Asher asked Haya. "Ahhh" is the answer. Haya didn't have the foggiest idea what to say and just scratched the side of her head. "Tssk!" Asher smiled at him and took the shirt out of the closet and put it on. As Haya slowly picked up the towel that had fallen to the floor, Haya just gulped as she saw Asher's sculpted body. His body is impeccably bended, smooth, and white and has abs, ideal for a main character in the film.