Ashes Novel Novels & Stories

Knight asked as he slid into the front passenger seat of her Maserati. They’d all received major hazard and survival bonuses after Tripoli, but not enough to compensate for what they lost. Hunter had handed out his own version from his own accounts to his surviving teammates after the fact. Rina had used most of hers to buy a ridiculously fast car to help clear her mind and occasionally outrun the cops when she opened it up along the coastal seawall highways. Rina looked at him over her aviator-styled sunglasses, blonde hair pulled up in a messy ponytail, soft yellow sundress revealing the lean muscles in her arms and slim, defined shoulders.

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.

“What is this, twin? Don’t tell me this is something inappropriate.” Ash gave her a flat look. “Seriously, Shana? You watch those things?” She shrugged lightly, a playful glint in her eyes. “What? Am I not allowed?” He simply stared at her, clearly unimpressed. She laughed softly. “I’m kidding. So what is this?” “A flash drive.” “I know what that is,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I mean, what’s inside it?” “It’s something you can add to whatever you’re planning to release tomorrow,” Ash replied. “It will pull them down even further.”

Ashes and Shadows Lucian Vance' s POV ​The third glass of Macallan didn’t burn anymore. It just sat in my stomach like liquid lead, heavy and useless, doing nothing to numb the phantom smell of burning oil that had been trapped in my nostrils for six months. ​Outside the floor tovceiling windows of my penthouse, the New York skyline stretched out in a grid of cold, mocking lights. Vance Global ran this city. Or at least, it used to. Right now, on the dark mahogany desk behind me, three phones were ringing simultaneously on silent, their screens blinking like desperate distress flares.

The runes pulsed like a heartbeat. The shadow paused just beyond the circle. It had no clear form, but hints of a muzzle and claws flickered in and out of existence, as if it couldn’t quite decide what it was. When it opened its mouth, no sound came out — only a ripple of cold that raised gooseflesh on everyone’s skin. Jude whispered, “What the hell…” Lyra’s eyes hardened. “It’s a Hound of Ash,” she said. “He makes them from the wolves who fight him.”

Every heartbeat brought the chaos nearer. A few isolated clashes remained, each one distinct now instead of blending into the storm that had come before. One. A pause. Another. A final, powerful impact echoed through the stone passage, followed by the unmistakable crash of armoured weight collapsing onto the floor. After that come only breathing. Slow. Measured. One set of footsteps remained standing. The victor walked closer at an unhurried pace, boots crunching over scattered debris. Salvaxe waited for death. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder. Slowly he turned, so he is on his back. It took him a while to recognise the man. His hair was darker, his eyes red. There was an intensity about

Worry adorned his tone. Ashley reassured him she was fine despite the shooting pain in her head. The pain was becoming a normal occurrence and there was little she could do about it. The medicines only soothed it for a while and sometimes, like now, she didn't mind it. The pain would always keep her on her revenge journey, reminding her of the task at hand. They resumed their meal after she had managed to convince DJ that she was very fine and they should continue their luncheon. “When do I get to meet your brother again?” Ashley suddenly asked, making DJ tense.

"Then you must have equally done a lot of shit with Alex. Alex Shorters.” What the hell did Faith and Cassie blab to him? Alex Shorters was merely one of my admirers back in Minnesota and I only had a crush on him, nothing more. “Shut up!" I glared hard at Asher. He seemed super pleased to have hit a nerve. “Yeah, you guys have done it a million times in many dirty and different ways." Has he suddenly gone nuts? How dare he say that to me? Without thinking, I picked the object nearest to him and flung it hard at his head.

Around midnight she reached the section describing Meher's gradual decline. The whispers. The forest. The growing suspicion. The fear. A knot formed in her stomach. She kept reading. Then came the murder. The rain. The clearing. Meher's final words. I have only loved you. Aisha closed the notebook abruptly. The room felt too warm. For several moments she simply sat there staring at nothing. The tragedy struck harder than she expected. Not because it was real. Because it wasn't. Somehow that made it worse. A fictional murder should not have felt devastating.

When they had found their balance and found themselves moving inside the ship with ease, they started to run and advance towards their enemies with only one goal inside their mind. Stop the fairy Clan from sailing the ship and save the victims inside. Ash advanced forward as he drew 5 daggers from his belt and immediately threw it on the enemies, aiming right through their chest. 5 men collapsed to the floor as their blood spurted out, tainting the floor with another shade of dark crimson red, as Ash proceeded with pulling the trigger and fired to another 5 men in front of him. His perfect aim never withered even when he was moving at a fast pace.