Ashura God Mga Nobela at Kwento

My hand instinctively reached out to Asher, looking for some to protect him from any oncoming flying slippers. “Mama…” I started, but she shut me up with a glare, causing me to instinctively sink into the sofa. “Mantener cerrado!!” (keep shut) “I don’t intend on denying it. I was ignorant, foolish, and weak. I am sorry. I won’t promise that she won’t get hurt again, but I can promise I will die trying to protect her and be worthy of her”, Asher added solemnly. “If you don’t, I’ll kill you myself” she stated, and I gasped.

Samuel finished the call and turned to his friends. "Horas Jota will send someone over. Hopefully, this will help us stay safe." Horas Jota was a well-known figure in their city, known for his sharp investigative skills and his connections with both law enforcement and the world of private security. He was a man of authority and influence, surrounded by a team of skilled professionals, some of whom were former police officers and others in training. His reputation for fearlessness and determination preceded him. Horas had a commanding presence that demanded respect, and his decisive actions were often accompanied by a quiet intensity that left an impression on everyone he interacted with.

We really needed Ashina. She was not the kind to entirely rely on a man. No damsel in distress, just a knight! She was blessed by our Moon Goddess and I was very well aware that she would be a powerful werewolf one day. How I had wished that she would be Boris’ Luna. Together they could conquer and rule. “Your Highness, here comes the raven,” Craig gestured to me. The raven was one of us. He had been working for my bloodline. “The situation is deteriorating. Alpha Boris need more assistance, urgently.”

The shard pulsed with approval, its rhythm syncing to her defiance, its hunger fed by her refusal to yield. But then I saw it—the shadow creeping at her back, the cost she had not wanted to see. A man lay at her feet, his chest unmoving, eyes closed as flames licked the edges of his body. His hand still reached for hers, though he was long gone. Ashara’s power had saved her, but it had claimed him. The shard whispered through me, a cruel caress: She chose, as you must.

I laughed out loud, my voice giving off an aura of a maniac, “yet she allows me to bring doom on them” “You can not blame her” Ash said again, “our kind is under her command, humans have a God that they worship, far fetched from the goddess. You are being punished for hurting our kind and not their kind” “You are still loyal to her even after casting you away, you have been suffering with me”

I swallowed nervously. Leah had always bragged about her noble background, acting disgusted even by the sight of homeless wolves. How did she end up connected to a rogue leader? "You’ve seen this man in person?" I asked. Asher shook his head. "No. But his followers worship him like a god. They say he has the power to suppress all werewolves." He hesitated, then smiled and patted my hand. "But that’s probably just an exaggeration. Nothing to be afraid of."

He honestly felt nothing for the goddess he killed. “How was a goddess left on earth after the gods’ ascension?” Alpha Ashwood seemed scholarly in his attention. “That I do not know. I do know that Gumihos are forest gods. They protect the forest from the harm of humans by eating their hearts and sucking out their life force. They lure you in with a sweet scent and beautiful face, then kill you for trespassing. They are more demons than gods. That one has killed five of my men since turning 18.” The American Alphas look at me with wide eyes. Father smirks.

He grabbed my hand, forcing me to look at the shimmering silver scars on my wrists. "My father loved a witch, and it cost him his soul. I will not let history repeat itself." "I am not her!" I shouted, my silver fire flickering in my eyes. "I saved your life! I protected your pack!" "And that is why I haven't killed you," he rasped, his face inches from mine. "But don't mistake my protection for love, Asha. I am keeping you here because if you are the Moonbound of the prophecy, then you are the only thing that can stop what is coming.

"I am here." I held his gaze. I said: "The founding ground acknowledges the partner. Zane Ashford is witness. His function is structural. His standing is formal. His presence is permanent." I paused. "I, Aria Vale, Chosen of the Moon Goddess, anchor of the founding ground, acknowledge the partner." I held his gaze. "You are not here because of what we are to each other." I paused. "You are here because of who you are." I paused. "There you are."

“My resonance. My Solstice blood. You cannot deny what she is.” “I know exactly what I am,” I snapped, shaking. “I’m the girl you terrorized from the shadows. The voice that followed me into nightmares. The thing that wore my mother’s voice like a costume.” The temperature dropped sharply.Pain flickered across his face.“I never meant to frighten you,” he said. I laughed,a sharp, broken sound. “Oh, that’s hilarious.” Gideon cleared his throat, hands glowing faintly as he began arranging ritual symbols. “King of Frost, you are not welcome here.”