Ashin Novels & Stories

He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground “Three days from now a metal vein will appear at this spot, weapons forged from it will be capable of killing them.” He added with a smile, he then pointed the finger at Amelia and another drop of god-blood flew from it and landed on her forehead before assimilating into her body and then her soul. Amelia felt a rush of power she has never felt before coursing through her body.

The collar rune around my throat snapped—light cracking like glass. It dissolved. Mara’s face twisted with rage. “No,” she hissed. “You don’t get to—” “I do,” I snapped. I turned to the black-water seam and spoke the only command that mattered. “RETURN.” Ash surged—not upward, not outward—*sideways*, into the water like a hook. The black water fought, swirling, trying to swallow my ash. I clenched my jaw and pushed. “RETURN HER.” The water bulged. A shape rose.

ARIA’S POV I stared out the window of the sleek black car as it pulled through the massive iron gates of the Steel villa. I was finally discharged from the hospital to go home, and every bump in the driveway made my broken bones ache. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the fire burning inside my chest. I couldn't wait to start the secret training Maya had promised me. The thought of learning to fight, of becoming a hunter who could take down wolves, was the only thing keeping me going. I needed to heal fast so that I could get my revenge on Bianca.

Her brown hair was pinned neatly behind her head, and her mouth held the smallest smile before it disappeared behind a mask of pity. “My Luna, you should not go down yet,” Ashina said softly, but her voice sounded more like a warning than concern. I looked at her carefully because my wolf suddenly growled inside me as if she smelled smoke before fire appeared. “Why should I not go down, Ashina?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady though my hands were growing cold. Ashina lowered her eyes quickly, but not before I saw something strange shining there, something sharp and pleased like a hidden b

In seconds, the two lunge at me, and I dodge, letting them crash into each other, while at the same time, I sweep away the one closest, and he falls, hitting his head and fainting. Now, there was only one warrior left, and he enraged, shifted into mid-air and tried to land on top of me, jaws wide open. What no one knew was that in the River Ash Pack, we train in human form against wolves, and when I swerve and grab the wolf by the neck and give him a rear-naked choke, not letting his claws or teeth touch me, everyone in sight opens their eyes, with startled mouth. When my opponent faints, in less than 6 seconds, I drop his body to the ground and look at the fascinated head warrior.

Ashvin moved before I could. He stepped directly into its path. The arrow struck his chest. He staggered. "Ashvin!" I ran toward him. He looked down at the weapon lodged in his chest. For a moment, nothing happened. Then the arrow began to crack. A strange light spread beneath his skin. The weapon trembled. Then— CRACK. The arrow shattered. The hunter froze. Ashvin slowly pulled the broken shaft from his chest. There wasn't even a wound. I stared. "What..."

“Do I make myself clear?” His lips parted, like he was about to argue or scold me for telling me what to do in front of his pack members, as his eyes flashed, but then he stopped. A muscle jumped in his cheek. He nodded once, curtly, even though the scent of his anger flared through the air sharply. He huffed with gritted teeth. “Fine,” he paused and inhaled deeply before his eyes found mine again with absolutely no emotion left in them. “If you must know, there is no such thing as coincidence when the Order is involved, Ashina.”

There was a strange beauty to the way she moved, a perfect blend of power and elegance. Her wolf had radiated raw energy, her movements sharp, precise, and filled with an instinctive understanding of battle. At that time, her wolf was a secret to others, appearing only before me and the members of the Council. Even then, I had known that Ashina was extraordinary. She was more than just a skilled warrior—she was a force of nature with aim. As I reflected on the past, I realised that my admiration for her had never faded. If anything, it had only grown stronger over time.

I instinctively raised a shield, creating a barrier that absorbed the impact. For the first time, Master Asahi smiled, a genuine sign of approval lighting up his features. Even Eun, who usually remained silent, let out a sound that could only be interpreted as encouragement. The relentless pattern continued as Master Asahi thwarted every attack I threw at him, demonstrating a remarkable ability to counter my efforts despite being a warrior without magical talents of his own. His poise and mastery were truly humbling. When, for the seventh time that day, I found myself landing unceremoniously on my backside, he offered me a hand to help me back to my feet, his expression a mix of patience and

And Ashen gasped. “Grayson,” he whispered, voice trembling, “I see something—” I grabbed him immediately. “Ashen, stay with me.” Hamish stepped closer, eyes wide. “Describe it. What do you see?” Ashen’s voice shook violently. “A silhouette. Not Solven. Not Ateron. Something… whole.” “What does it feel like?” I asked. He shuddered. “Like… it’s mine.” Hamish’s voice dropped. “Ask it its name.”