Ashura God Novels & Stories

I greeted him and kissed him. "Thank you!" he thanked "Oh! By the way, let me introduce you to someone," he said, my brows furrowed. He stood up and I followed him with my gaze, my chest throbbed when I saw the man he was talking to. "Devi!" I was slightly surprised when Shaun mentioned my name "This is Alex, my friend." Shaun said and gave me a sly grin. Dang! I didn't think that he was the guy who crashed my car and was with Tim in the picture. Why did I just realize it now?! My God! Devi!

He was in the presence of the real goddess. “Ashara, is it really you?” His voice quivered as his brain tried to keep up. It had been so long since his mother had told him about Ashara. She had seemed like a fairy tale when he was young, A guardian angel who could grant wishes and keep you safe.

Something older—deeper—threading into the bones of Moonfall Keep. Her fingers glow faintly. Dull. Ash-toned. She inhales sharply. “This wasn’t a shadow,” she says slowly, each word deliberate. “It was absence.” The word hits like a dropped blade. Cain’s voice is low. “Explain.” “Someone burned themselves out of the world,” Maereth continues. “Ash magic. Starved. Broken. The kind that doesn’t cast—it consumes. It leaves nothing behind because there’s nothing left to leave.”

“Good. Skepticism. The young in my day swallowed prophecy like milk. It curdled them.” Behind her, Scar muttered, “I like him already.” Luna did not take her eyes off the stranger. “Who are you?” she asked. “What are you?” He tilted his head. Something in that tilt—wary, analytical—echoed an old posture she had seen in the Moon Temple statues. “I am Ashar,” he said. “Once called Ashar of the First Circle. Alpha of Ashen Reach. Pact-holder. Gate-watcher. And very, very tired of being dead.”

Only Erah screamed now when I looked at her then suddenly Nale shot at Asher but the bullet just returned to him then Asher raised his hand then pointed it to Nale then also Nale became a decomposing human being. "Nale !! Eirene!!" Only that I screamed while still fighting to get up even though my body was struggling. I don't know why I was the only one who wasn't skewered by Asher and moved here but it's good that I can do something. But is there really?! like all of us here inside, Asher made a skinless and burnt fire later he just looked at erah and the same thing happened. "Look at your true appearance! I am the god and no one else." He shouted as he stepped closer to psyche then he chok

On the far side of the vault—a lone figure, silhouetted by the flicker of corrupted lights. Kosta. He turned slowly, hands raised. "You came personally," he said, voice calm. "I hoped you would." Natalie aimed her sidearm at his chest. "Don’t move." He smiled faintly. "You shouldn’t have come alone." "I’m not alone," she said. Cassandra stepped into view, weapon trained on Kosta. Adrian emerged from the right, completing the pincer. "Explain," Natalie demanded. Kosta dropped his hands slowly. "The Accord never truly died. When you took them down, you fractured the body. But the brain? That survived. Embedded within dormant tech. AI that evolved without input. It found me. It recruited me. An

The runes pulsed like a heartbeat. The shadow paused just beyond the circle. It had no clear form, but hints of a muzzle and claws flickered in and out of existence, as if it couldn’t quite decide what it was. When it opened its mouth, no sound came out — only a ripple of cold that raised gooseflesh on everyone’s skin. Jude whispered, “What the hell…” Lyra’s eyes hardened. “It’s a Hound of Ash,” she said. “He makes them from the wolves who fight him.”

Chris’s expression remained impassive, but the slightest dip of his chin prompted me to continue. “So from that perspective, couldn’t you imagine all the different iterations of Ares—the second son of the Moon Goddess, the founder of Moonstone pack, and the human god of war—as equally real versions of the same fundamental idea? Like the beliefs and feelings and experiences and cultural identities of everyone who worshiped and prayed to him gave simultaneous rise to all of his various forms?” Recognition filled the green depths of Chris’s eyes as realization appeared to dawn on him. He opened his mouth, then shut it again, sitting silently for a long moment. I had clearly given the man plenty

There was an odd glow surrounding them, emerald in color as it clung to their sleek forms. “What is that?” Azrael’s brows jumped up at the sight, and he released a laugh of his own. “Well, it seems Kasar was moved by your actions. He’s given them his blessing. They’ll make it to their homelands safe and sound.” Kasar, the God of Beasts, if the book I’d read last week was correct. I was given no time to catch my breath. Hands both warm and strong cradled my face, while a form of pure muscle pressed me against one of the stucco walls.

A realm that wouldn’t even let outsiders in—and even if they could enter, they might not make it out alive. “Hmph… The Water Goddess, the Ice Goddess, the Moon Goddess—the three powerful goddesses of the Ashura Realm. Who would dare to disturb them? Perhaps some foolish gods who don’t know the Water Goddess’s power would dare to go to war with them!” said the Sword God, leaning back in his chariot seat. The Empress swallowed hard upon hearing the Sword God’s admission regarding Hai Mingyue; fortunately, it was the Sword God himself who had intervened to fight the Water Goddess back then. If it had been her, today might have been her funeral in the Ashura Realm when facing Bing XUanyin earlie