Ashfur And Scourge Novels & Stories

Alexander tensed, hand moving to his weapon, but the man continued his patrol, unaware of their presence. "Six minutes until the road team creates their distraction," Alexander murmured. "Then we move." Stefan nodded, clutching the small fishing lure Margaret had given him. The wood felt rough against his palm, a connection to a time when Camille had been happy, before he and Rose had destroyed everything. Thunder crashed overhead as lightning lit the sky. In the brief flash, Stefan saw Alexander's face, not the controlled businessman he knew, but something primal and dangerous. "If anything happens to her..." Alexander's words trailed off.

Heath scanned the documents before him and questioned, "Eamon, you're not trying to tell me that Aurora is Olivia, are you?" "Isn't it obvious?" Eamon retorted, having thoroughly investigated Dominic Ashcroft's background. "This renowned Dominic Ashcroft is the sole male heir of the Ashcroft family, which originated from the mafia. Though they've gone legitimate now, Dominic Ashcroft indeed commands his own squad, a force with combat capabilities comparable to mercenaries! And within this squad—" Eamon pointed to a photograph on the table. Beside Dominic stood a girl with a face identical to Aurora's, only her expression was colder, her gaze sharper. He coldly stated, "This ace assassin unde

Was it Alpha King Brutus? Before I could say anything, they all shifted at once and pounced over me. They began beating and hitting me, not giving me a chance to shift. My forehead was scratched, and I was bitten on my hand. My forehead and cheeks took flesh. My sole focus was protecting my pup, I was fighting with my all might. I covered my belly when every flesh of my skin was torn apart. I was thrown into the woods. I tried to get up but it seemed no strength was left in my body. I was barely able to see anything. The darkness enveloped me and my eyes shut down.

He turned around and ordered the others, "Grisha, you grab that bastard, we'll deal with the others!" All of a sudden, an unsettling tenor splintered through their chests. Creed and Rain both had their grip tightened across the hilt of their soul Armas. Phantom leg winded strain, storing a thrust strong enough to shoot him above the ground. As the threat seeped within, their eyes began to ooze the nasty shade of charcoal. However, almost like a trembling thunder striking the ground, a voice boomed in the vicinity that jolted a shock within their spines.

Mistulang parang binaha ng dugo ang malawak na lupain ng Ashcroft dahil sa libong libong patay na siyang nakahandusay at nagkalat sa iba’t ibang parte ng lupain. “Sugod mga kasama!” Sigaw ni Reyna Sapphire at Reyna Louvier ng mapagtantong malapit na sa kanilang posisyon ang ibang mga kawal ng Shein sa pangunguna ni Prinsipe Farjeon at Henerala Zani.

Your little games won't work on me. His words didn't stir even the faintest emotion in me. My feelings for him had been worn down to nothing after countless moments of heartache. I couldn't care less about his doubts, his anger, or anything else. To me, he was nothing more than a stranger now. "I told you to wait several years—" Tristan followed me, reaching out to grab my arm. But Leon wrapped his arm around my shoulders and placed me behind him. He coldly interrupted Tristan, saying, "Wait for you? Who do you think you are?"

He was determined to protect me. Unfortunately, Lucas was too small. When James ran over and struck him, he easily got pinned beneath him. Then, James started punching him. “You liar! She’s my mother, not yours!” Lucas could not fight back, and he covered his head as he dodged the punches. However, he still refused to give in. “She’s not anymore. She said you didn’t want her. Besides, you left her behind in the fire and hoped for her to die! “She told me that I saved her, and from now on, she’ll be my mother!”

Not even close. “Lisa!” The voice cut through the fog—urgent, familiar in a way that sent another jolt of confusion through me. I didn’t move. Couldn’t. My eyelids fluttered, but the light burned. The voice came again, closer this time, softer but no less desperate. “It’s okay. You’re safe.” Safe. Somehow, that word felt wrong. Slowly, I pried my eyes open. Faces swam into view—my mom, my dad, a man in a white coat, and also a guy, tall and handsome, worry etched on his face.

They all knew that if Andrius called for reinforcements, the outcome of the battle might become uncertain. Thus, Tristan immediately took the lead and attacked Andrius. The two other late-stage Aureate Immortals also rushed forward. The one holding a longsword was the renowned Mason Flint, and the one wielding a long whip was the famous Ethan Fury. While the three late-stage Aureate Immortals attacked Andrius, the rest did not remain idle. Led by Morgan, the black-robed men began slaughtering the Frosthaven Sect disciples.

Scars. Hundreds of them. Ritual scars. Burn marks. Claw wounds that never healed right. Someone carved power into him and then left him to rot in it. Maereth coughs, blood spilling down her chin, but her eyes are still sharp when they find mine. “Listen to me,” she gasps. “It’s him. Ash-blood. He’s been feeding on anchors—” “Still talking,” the hybrid murmurs, tilting his head. Amusement flickers across his ruined face. “That’s why they feared you.”