Ashes Novel Novels & Stories

Toward. Toward Ash. Toward Cove. Toward the kid about to explode. “Mother!” Wrath shouts. “Don’t!” I hit the vines. They don’t grab me. They part. First Blood knows First Blood. Ash is on her knees. Burning. Cove is on his. Smoking. Vines connecting them. Feeding. Killing both. I drop between them. Bone knife’s in my hand. Again. Always. “Stop,” I tell them. To Cove. To Ash. To the Tree. “Both of you. Stop.”

I was a worthless human being, and I deserved to die in that field. Ash took another drink then wiped his bottom lip with his thumb. “I’m sorry, man. I really am.” “I know you are.” “What’s your next move?” “Get back on my feet. Kill Maddox. It’s pretty simple.” Ash gave a slight nod. “May not be that simple. He’ll expect it.” “Doesn’t make a difference. I’ll get him one way or another.” “You got me and Damien behind you.”

She would find Asher, and she would make sure he understood the full truth—no more lies, no more half-truths. *** Asher’s paws sank into the soft forest floor, the scent of pine and earth grounding him as he ran deeper into the woods. The cold air whipped past him, carrying away the anger and confusion that had threatened to consume him. His wolf had taken over completely, its primal instincts guiding his path and granting him a release his human side couldn’t find.

However, her graceful form dodged continuously until she moved like a red phantom behind the bodyguard. Aspen's delicate feet in high heels touched the ground with a crisp sound, and somehow, a dagger appeared in her right hand, now stained with fresh blood. The black-suited guard's face went rigid. He wanted to turn and look at Aspen, but he had lost all strength and collapsed to the floor. A gruesome wound on the back of his neck had ended his life instantly. Aspen's assassination skills had reached perfection and been proven in real combat. She bit down on the bloody dagger and began searching the two corpses, but aside from their weapons, neither bodyguard carried any keys.

Whispered voices filled the air, faint and echoing, too strange to understand but enough to send chills down my spine. Ash lifted his hand. His nails darkened, lengthened, curved—like demonic blades born from darkness itself. “Don’t move,” he ordered quietly. His hand took mine. He didn’t rush it, like this moment had to be felt fully. His fingers were cold but steady as he opened my palm and gently pressed it down on the glowing symbol beneath us. With a quick, sharp motion, his demonic nail sliced my skin. The sting spread immediately, but somehow it wasn’t as bad as I’d expected. My blood trickled out slow, warm and red, dripping onto the floor before Ash bent down.

Alan asked. Fareeda knelt in position in the room opposite the office, holding an AK-47 in her arms, if Asha could just stop fidgeting she could make her death fast and painless. She strapped her cloak's hood on her head tightly and bit her lips as her hands moved to the trigger. "Move out of the way Alan, today ain't heroes day," she whispered. As Asha opened her mouth to say something, four bullets were fired straight at her, her eyes widened as she dropped to the floor, and she lay in a pool of blood. Two seconds later she was confirmed dead.

He then went ahead and rolled him over so that he could see his face, and the driver gasped after he realized who he was. "Is this not Alpha Cameron's son-in-law?" He thought the alcohol in his system draining away in the same instant. After he finally came back to his senses, he flew from that place and didn't even dare to look back. Ash was left laying there all alone, and because he was in a place where no one could easily see him, everyone kept passing, letting him fight for his life since he had already lost so much blood. From where Ash had met with an accident, there was a forest just nearby that was always haunted by wolves. A black Lycan two times bigger than a normal wolf with glow

I fall into my stance—falling low, on all fours as I tighten the muscles in my thighs. Come on Ash. Just a little more. “I forfeit!” He roars weakly in my mind. The hand comes down upon him and I launch myself, shattering my seat behind me. With blinding speed, I reach them in the center—pushing Ash out of the path of the slash that would have killed him. But not fast enough to avoid the slash myself. At least not entirely. His claws cut through my clothes and into my skin in a straight line, reaching my spine and splitting the bone in two.

For no matter what the enemy could do, as long as they were not deserving, the elixir would never exist in front of them. HER BLOOD was pumping deep inside her as she pushed a slightly ajar door. The door swung and crashed against the wall, earning her a few terrified looks. "M—Miss Lily!" A group of statled nuns rushed to her, although were stopped by the eldest of them. "Miss Lily Alston," she greeted, wearing an amicable smile despite the creases on her brows. "May we help you with your troubles?" Lily Alston breathed heavily and frantically looked around. Seeing none of the familiar small figure she needed to see, she quickly pushed past the nuns and entered the convent's backyard.

Ash drove to Man house and cried on his shoulder all night. He lost his father, he found out he was pregnant, and now his Alpha cheated on him with a slut. Ash was in so much pain, it numbed his ability to feel anything else