Asher The Giver Novels & Stories

The people from his pack and people he has forced to join his pack. " Alpha Asher. This message is for you. You stood in my way and this is what happened. All you had to do was hand the girl over. But you couldn't do this. So all this blood shed is on your hands." Jackson announced and the camera pulled back to reveal a human town somewhere in Kentucky with human bodies littered all around him and his people.

Miranda scoffed. "And I know because I can see it in his face, and his attitude." Anise continued, while ignoring Miranda's interjection, "Your love is the last and possibly the best gift I can ever give Asher. Miranda, I love him, let me do this for him. Help me do this for him."

I was glad. “Aurora please….” His voice drawled, raspy now, “I know you hate me. The Hunters aren’t any better.” I sniffled, my eyes starting to gloss up from the incoming stream of tears, “You didn’t even give me a chance to plead for my life. God Asher…what’d I ever do to you??” **ASHER**

Ash “I want you to tell me how you feel after watching it,” “I-” Asher about to let out his response when Xenorr stuff a pop corn in his hand and play the movie While Asher dedicated his full attention toward the screen, Xenorr saw the side profile of a cold face, the distant gaze ahead and the long lash that fluttered once in a while. Xenorr captures every moment as he continues to observe.

Alaric’s tone was calm but dangerous and it sent shivers down the guards' spines. Not knowing what to do, and just when they decided to alert Edward of the commotion, Asher appeared in front of them. The guards finally understood how it feels when children see the gift boxes on Christmas morning. Seeing Asher, the scared guards regained their confidence. Their prince isn’t just a demon, he is a Nightwalker and the werewolf king.

Gosh. She rolled her eyes at me and stepped up to Asher’s path with a sweet smile, holding up a fine lunch box. "I was asked to deliver this to you for breakfast. You met my mum yesterday, Mrs. Leanne Boxer. She's the vice president of the Youths Fellowship. She and the other women served your dad earlier, so here is yours.” Asher stared at it, dazed. He looked at me and I looked away. I decided to wait for him outside.

“I’m going to hypnotize you now, Asher. The herbs in the sauna will make you more susceptible to it. Now follow my breathing, breathing in and out.” I was really fucking curious, but the steam and Asher’s scent was driving me insane. He smelled so fucking good and, - Focus, Leia. Focus. “Go back to your nightmare, what do you see?” Elder Frederick asked. Asher spoke calmly, like he was feeling real fucking Zen. “I see uncle Riker being shot and my dad chase after someone. He’s tearing the hunter limb from limb,” Asher stopped, his voice sounded shocked, “only this time it isn’t him. It’s me.”

When I still didn’t respond, he went on, “I’m sorry you had to hear that, Avery. Truly. You deserve better.” I stared at the ground. My chest felt hollow. “I know this is difficult for you, poppet.” Asher took another step closer. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from my face, tucking it gently behind my ear. “You thought he cared about you. You thought he came here to rescue you because he loved you. But the truth is, he only came for the baby. For his heir.” I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood. Asher reached into his pocket then and pulled something out: a small vial with a milky liquid inside. He uncorked it and held it out to me.

The scent of pine and ash mixes with something more bitter—anticipation. The ceremony’s chant hums low through the night. Deep, resonant voices rise and fall in unison, echoing off the cliffs. I draw nearer, my chest tightening with every note. The council altar emerges into view. A massive stone dais carved with runes older than the pack itself. Flames flicker in braziers, blood-red and hungry, fed by the offerings of those who swear loyalty. Wolves crowd around the circle, their eyes glinting in the firelight. And then I hear the whispers shift. Louder. Sharper. Aria Thorn… she’s here… the exile… the cursed heir has returned.

asked Raphael with a roguish smile. “I don't remember you bringing girls”. His next words were forgotten when he stood facing her. “Oh, my word," he gasped," she's beautiful! Jake, Raphael. This is Hermione. He waited for the words to sink in, "and she's my mate.” “What!” screamed Jake, who was the quietest of the three brothers." “You have found your mate? What about us?” He looked at the lady and she was as beautiful as a goddess. He walked over to her and took her hand.