Ashin Novels & Stories

You don’t have to think twice. I will love you still…From the depths of my soul, it’s beyond my control. I’ve waited so long to say this to you… If you’re asking ‘Do I love you this much?’… I do. Ashin’s eyes met mine as she was halfway done with her march. She swallowed and that’s the only time I’ve seen those tears in her eyes. Why is she crying? I’m nervous…more, all of a sudden. The last thing I want Ashin to do is to cry. I have made her cry far too much to hurt her and make her cry once again. I’ve dried her tears. I don’t have to let them all out again.

It was as if they all had moved to a dark room and her eyes which stared into your soul was the only light so all you could do is stare back. Ayame exhales. “Aka Manto… Amanojaku… Gashadokuro… Jorogumo… Jubokko, Kappa, Kuchisake Onna, Kyokotsu, Nure Onna, Yuki Onna, Obariyon, Onihitokuchi, Shuten Doji, Tamamo-no-Mae, Yamauba, Sutoku Tenno… If its none of then then nod to this… Obake, Tengu, Tsukumogami, Kinataro, Rokurokubi, Yurei. None of these either huh… Then was it a Zashiki- warashi? Or a Tanuki. Don’t tell me perhaps a Ningyo or Amabie or an Iiju or a Kirin…. I’m getting exhausted now. I can’t find an answer…” says Ayame and starts chewing on her finger nails as her eyes started to get

He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down. And then there was Aaron. He was the same height as Big Jim but looked like a rake beside him, which was crazy. Aaron was broad shouldered, almost three times me across and well defined, though you could never tell just how much until he had his shirt off. His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder.

The color was not flat, but seemed to shimmer and deepen, reminding me of the night sky. "Your mark is healed." I smiled softly, taking in the full image of Asher. His large build leaned against the tub, the water lapping at the muscles on his stomach, the cobalt mark standing out against his creamy skin. Strands of his hair had gotten wet, and clung to his forehead. He looked like a fallen angel, carrying the weight of this pack on his shoulders, somehow managing to withstand it all. 'It's the exact opposite of Tristan's.' Maya pointed out. She was right, where Tristan's was the color of fresh blood, Asher's was the color of the midnight sky, set with hues of black and indigo. Both were str

Alfi spreads Asa to him. Koji appears blocking it with his blazing greatsword. Rian advances to Alfi with thunder cloaks him in. Alfi envelopes himself with Hara nullifying Rian’s power. Asa sends Rian flying and Hara envelopes him. Asa sends Koji flying and Hara envelopes him. The white-cloaked guy advances to Alfi, but Asa gets in his way. He summons his Iru saber and swings it against Asa, yet it doesn’t leave a scratch on it. He then jumps and smashes Hara that which lets Koji and Rian go.

Slowly, I turned my head and came face-to-face with a who could only be described as a god in human form. Oh my God! My subconscious screeched in disbelief. God sent an angel indeed. I mean only angels can be this good looking, right? He had dark silver eyes and jet black hair which made him look divine, complementing his god-like look. Strands of his hair fell on his face. His sharp jaw seemed as if it was carved by God himself. And the silver lip ring attached to his pale pink lips was my last undoing. With eyes glued to his lips, the only thoughts that claimed my mind were;

Something almost too unsettling. "Come, you must be thirsty," he calls over his shoulder, motioning for us to follow. Jasper casts me a quick glance, before following. It amazed me how Asher didn't even question our presence, but rather accepted it. This fully shows me the extent of their friendship. But how does the gentle Jasper I know put up with this man? "What does he mean by thirsty?" I question, keeping close to Jasper's side as we walked. At this point, I think I am catching on to Asher's whole vibe. His sexual, seductive vibe.

He seems nervous, as he regards me, his hands trembling ever so slightly. "You're in the immortal lands, in my home. My name is Aspen, Alpha Asher's brother," he explains. I'm shocked into silence for a long second. From what I remember about Alpha Asher, he has the same cut jawline and sloping cheekbones. There eyes are marginally different; as is their hair. Aspen's hair is slightly less disheveled and a soft, wood brown. "Immortal lands," I say slowly, giving my mind time to process that. "Are you immortal?"

Ashina – He shifted back into human form midair with his right fist out, ready to throw a punch at Cadma. For a moment, I was in a slight state of shock after seeing that move for the first time. Andor and Cadma were frozen instantly when I yelled “Freeze!”

"Who is this Master Dutachi, Asher? And why are we seeking him out?" Asher adjusted his satchel and explained, "Master Dutachi is a renowned magician in these parts. He's known for his deep knowledge of ancient relics and artefacts, particularly those with mystical properties. We're seeking him because he might be able to guide us in our quest for the Amulet of Serapis." Elara nodded in understanding but couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation. The journey was growing more intriguing by the minute, and the prospect of unlocking the amulet's power was both thrilling and daunting.