Ashura God Novels & Stories

He mutters. “Shadow wolf?” I ask. I’ve never heard this name before. “Yes. Just like there are celestial wolves, there are Shadow wolves. The strongest version of the Ashwalker rogues. You are the leader of them, their king and the one who’s going to preach the powers of our one, true God.” “And who’s the True God? The one who took down Selene?” I ask as I remember what Rena mentioned about the Moon Goddess being dead and the mating system getting messed up.

The ground beneath them groaned as the tectonic plates of the world began to realign, sensing the removal of the god-key. "Ash, please!" Rhea’s physical eyes snapped open, the black receding just enough to show a sliver of terrified gold. Her hands came up, clutching his forearms, her nails digging into his charred flesh. "Don't go into the dark alone! If you take that thing out... there’s no coming back!" "I’m already gone, Rhea," Ash said. He looked at her face—the blood, the tears, the silver veins pulsing with poison. For the first time since he had renounced his soul, the grey in his eyes didn't look like stone. It looked like ash covering a dying coal.

what should I call you.? The beast like one that was tired, " first my name is Awulo and secondly, I am not your lord" she frowned, but you just call yourself a lord now," yes I am a lord" she began to walked up and down in between circle, " oh you see you are repeating it, and I called you a lord you picked offense, and you corrected me by calling yourself what I called you, I don't understand anything about you, let me tell you, " the beast wanted to talk but was tired, he instead made a sign, " come up here you won't understand for a long time, you will with time," no I don't want to understand because you must answer the second question, when you were talking you said, no man can step

“Why are you thinking about this like marriage and babies?” “Because they all do the same. Just like Graham, cool with it and then want you to quit. I don’t want to quit.” “Then don’t! You’re really reading way too much into this; you definitely need to get laid. He could just be a good fuck and you don’t owe him shit.” I nodded. She was right. We made our way onto the stage after the MC introduced us. “Special one night only! Princess and Misty!” Yep Latisha’s work name was Misty. Fucking awful. The music kicked in and we did what we always do, put on a show. We’d been best friends for years now and were both straight as an arrow so we felt each other up like we were making a cup of tea. As

I wanted them to be scapegoats. While reading the books that describe Ashria's abilities and magic, I happened upon a shocking write-up. It was an old sheet of parchment. Someone had written something that scared me. "Ashria, the divine wolf of the moon and sun clan, is corruptible and cannot be relied on if opponents can manipulate celestial bodies. There has been a record of people that have used this divine wolf Ishria of the sun clan to raise countries and wreak havoc on its kind. Ashria is also known as Ishria and can be manipulated and controlled by one who controls the sun, the moon and the stars. This divine wolf has a tendency towards evil. This divine wolf cannot be trusted as it p

I asked, my voice struggling to hide the laughter and soon after, I giggled, accepting his humour and comedic genius, "you are quite the comedy genius, Master Abigor." He chuckled, capturing me in his arms as he held me close, bending over and placing his lips to my neck and I shivered, "I never joke, my Aphrodite," he whispered against my neck, the vibrations from his voice coursing through my body and causing a spark of desire in the lower parts of my stomach. "Immortality only exists for the Gods, Master Abigor," I told him, my hands reaching into his luscious hair and playing with the silky strands that I could never get enough of, "what do you speak of?"

Outside, a small group of the risen damned hammered at the door, not phased when splinters tore their flesh from the bone, walking blindly and followed the human scent, compelled by the power that awoke them. "Hide yourselves," Shu kindled the wind about him "go with grace and gallantry. I will return when the need calls." He took to the air, pausing to add. "The hands of the Gods are deft; they will not fail you." "I wish I could believe that," Ash whispered gloomily, looking to the floor where the dust danced in Shu's wake. "Finding anything to believe or have any hope in is the hardest task right now." ----

Who am I to question a thousand year old prediction made by some long dead oracle? But I digress. So, the Council believes that since the prophecy says a "daughter of Sköll" in it, specifically mentioning the very male Norse God that werewolves are believed to hail from, means that the father must be a werewolf while the mother is a witch. Otherwise the verse would have said the "daughter of magic" or the "daughter of (insert gods name here)" Hermes, Loki, Thoth, take your pick. But no. It said daughter of Sköll.

Carter sent me a Gif of men bowing down to a woman on a throne. -is that supposed to be me? I texted back. - atë is a mischievous goddess. So no. -what goddess would I be then? I watched the three dots pop up and peeled a pepperoni slice from the top of my pizza. Then leaned back and stared up at the wall. My phone vibrated on my belly and I grabbed it, lifting it up above my face. -Asherah.

She turned, And stepped through the final door, Back in the shrine, a crack tore through the air. Flame surged, The impostor screamed, And Liora reappeared But she was not alone, The child version stood beside her, No longer crying Now part of her, Whole. Sera whispered, “She brought her shadow back.” Altheya gasped. “That’s not possible…” But the impostor stumbled backward. “Impossible,” she hissed. Liora stepped forward. “Then believe it anyway.” But before anyone could strike, The sky tore, A hole opened above the shrine, pitch black, and in its center,The god from the Temple of the Ash Crown. Seven arms, Crown of whispers, And in its hand Kael, Alive And smiling.