Ashes Novel Novels & Stories

Ash was thrown backward, his body hitting the ice floor with a heavy thud. "Ash!" Rhea shrieked, struggling against the invisible weight pinning her to the altar. "Are you okay? Talk to me!" Ash scrambled to his feet, his breath coming in ragged, whistling gasps. He held his hands out in front of him. The skin from his fingertips to his wrists was gone, replaced by a raw, blackened char that shimmered with violet embers. The "cold-fire" had eaten through his flesh down to the bone in a matter of seconds.

“My contact in the underground business society reached out. Ash’s body went through an autopsy —” “Oh my God!” I exclaimed when realization hit me. “That was why he wanted Raid to use his teeth. He wanted it to open,” “Wanted what?” Jericho asked. “Someone explain, I don't speak detective,” “Raid's alpha toxins were found in Ash’s body,” Algae responded softly. “Now the entire society is coming for us,”

“About Alina. About where we were. About what she’s done.” Ash’s head lifted, hope flickering again—this time tempered. “Just… not all at once.” Casius’s mouth curved faintly. “Not all at once.” Ash nodded, accepting that boundary more easily than Casius had expected. “I get it,” he said after a moment. “Some things you don’t d******d all at once. You let them load.” Raven snorted softly. Ash grinned sideways at him. “What? It’s a good analogy.” “Terrible,” Raven replied. “But accurate.”

GRACE'S POV Without so much as a warning, Susan dropped the shorts, successfully flashing me just before the shirt she had on covered her up. I looked away, using my hand to block my vision. “Okay, woah.” “What?” She asked innocently. “Nothing. Thank you for flashing me though. Very much needed morning visual.” She laughed. “Oh, please. We're all the same.” She grabbed her things and made her way down the corridor. “I need to shower my sins away. Please, have breakfast ready by the time I'm out.”

Livia’s POV The map room at Hartwell Pack smelled of old parchment. Rain lashed against the high narrow windows, casting dark streaky shadows across the table where Beta Torin had laid out a rough charcoal sketch of the Capital’s lower level. Asher stood over the table, his arms crossed tight against his chest. He hadn't shaved in two days. The dark stubble along his jawline made him look hard, mean, and thoroughly dangerous. He smelled of pine, rain, and that heavy metallic heat that always rolled off him when his wolf was pacing under his skin.

Ash’s POV The roar of the clubhouse hit me before I even turned off my engine. Laughter, shouts and the sound of bottles clinking rent the air and for a moment, I wonder how they could easily fall back into their normal lives less than twelve hours after an attack. It was chaos the way I remembered it, but somehow louder and more… non challant. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and sweat. A few brothers cheered when they saw me, others nodded, their eyes sharp, reading me like they weren’t sure what version of Ash had come back.

The tiny dots were moving on the TV screen in slow motion. " What are those ?"I asked, reaching for my phone to turn on the flash light. I felt Eren tensed beside me . When my flash light was on, I got up from his lap into a sitting position . " Ohh, they're on me too." I looked down at my chest to find several green dots on my shirt. " Shit ! Get down ! " Eren cursed, grabbing me roughly and slamming me on the hard floor. My breath was knocked out of me . The next thing I heard was the shattering of glass and the splinting of wood with a fresh smell of dust .

Veins popped up on the side of her neck. "I told you I'll have my revenge didn't I?" Alex said with a smug smile. Ashley gritted her teeth. "You can hit her all you want Claire. Take out all your anger on her" Alex pulled a chair to sit while Claire grabbed a stick that was lying on the floor. With a devilish grin on her face, she started hitting Ashley with the stick. Ashley's eyes stung with tears. Her tears were more of anger than pain. She shut her eyes tightly as the stick hit her back. Alex smiled, deriving pleasure from Ashley's reaction.

I was already doing 70 mph when he ran straight into the path of the car, arms outstretched, trying to block my escape. I couldn't brake in time. The impact sent him flying. He hit the asphalt hard, blood pouring from his mouth. But he was still moving. A werewolf's damn healing ability. I got out of the car and walked toward him. Kaelen struggled to his feet, staggering toward the rejection papers that had scattered across the ground. Some of the pages were already stained with his blood. He picked them up, one by one, and then—he started shoving them into his mouth.

“What do you feel?” Ashen’s voice trembled. “Two pulls. One is Solven. Familiar. Cold. Heavy.” “And the other?” Hamish asked. Ashen’s breath hitched. “Hot. Wild. Fast. Like it wants to break through. Like fire trapped behind glass.” My pulse stopped. Hamish’s voice fell to a whisper. “That is the second consciousness.” Ashen’s knees buckled slightly, and I caught him, holding him upright. “Grayson,” he whispered, “it’s stronger… than I thought.”