Ashura God Novels & Stories

"I don't care if you're a murderer, I just want to eat." Then that's when I met Jieun a.k.a Ayu, she's also a Demon assassin and she was the one who recruited me and then I met the four Demon Gods, Demian, Seth, Ruthven and Azazel. They are all living in the underworld. They're Demons but they all look like they live on Mt. Olympus, well, all bad guys are rather good looking handsome or just like me, super good looking pretty handsome. Those ugly ones? They are just good, doing evil things.

A voice sounded as another presence appeared in the surrounded. Goddess of Light Ashley opened her eyes and looked at the visitor. "You can leave." She said to the Maids serving her, while she waved her hands and another piece of clothes appeared on her body. "What is the God of War doing here?" She asked the man who broke into her personal space. "The lord god's soul is scattered in the small world" He broke the news to her as Ashley raised her eyes excited. "Do you think I will be sent to collect his soul Fragments?" She walked over to him and asked seriously with her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"You don't have an evil aura on you. Hadith won't like the Sun Sacred Trees. He won't like the Heart of the God of War either. They are useless to him." Chu Xun was slightly stunned. "So that's how it is. Hadith is the Pluto God, a filthy thing. The Sun Sacred Trees and the Heart of the God of War are both holy things. Hadith has never liked them." "Can't I take them back and stuff them in the toilet?" Athena frowned slightly. A trace of anger appeared on her holy and calm face.

“Then maybe the Goddess hasn’t abandoned us after all.” The comment hits deeper than I expect. Because there were nights over the past few years when I truly believed she had. When the last of my pack died. When every territory I once ruled fell silent. When every howl disappeared from the forests I once protected. But the Moon Goddess didn’t abandon me. She sent me Nyxara. Even if Nyxara refuses to accept what that means. My hand moves without thinking. I reach back and catch her wrist. Her skin is warm beneath my fingers.

She tried again, softer this time. “Zara?” she asked. The name did not land. It did not produce confusion or silence. It simply passed through him without finding structure to attach itself to. After a moment, Arman spoke. “I don’t think that one is inside anything I can reach,” he said. Aisha closed her eyes briefly. Not in exhaustion. Not in denial. But in recognition of a pattern that had now completed itself without needing further confirmation. When she opened them again, he was still looking out the window.

I didn't even realize that he was watching me, while I basically stared at Asher. I let out a defeated sigh and glanced back at him, staring deep into his green emerald eyes. I bit my lips nervously, “Will he be safe?” He tickled his brow and chuckled. “It’s Alpha Asher we are talking about here, the only Alpha that the Moon Goddess specially gifted with the power and strength of a thousand warriors. He said with a dangerous smirk and continued “Asher is known on the battlefield as the god Kratos because he is capable of taking down more than thirty men at the same time. Trust me you don't need to worry, he will be fine.”

Katherine stood in the center of it all. Her body had already shifted back, human again, fragile again. Blood dripped steadily from her palms, pooling in small dark circles on the blackened sand. Her eyes were still gold. She had always been mine, but what she turned into, was something I couldn't find myself claiming. Elder Veyra rose. “She is no longer merely Luna of Volkov,” he declared. “She is the Luna of Ashes. The key made flesh. The storm foretold in the oldest scrolls. I think she was reborn when the veil could no longer hold. An ancient being has returned to us, bound to the blood of two packs and the spirits that wait beyond the sky…”

Distress filled his heart as he thought of the years that his mate has spent along while shouldering such a big responsibility, completely forgetting that he also experienced the same loneliness and heavy responsibility as the god of war of Fressia Kingdom. Asha prayed for half an hour while trying to communicate with the remnant avatar of the moon goddess in Selestine, but she could not find it no matter how hard she tried. Feeling resigned, Asha stopped and took a moment to ease the ache on her knees while standing up and feeling a lot lighter than earlier. She hummed at the unexplainable effects of praying to the moon goddess, and it allowed her to once again find the right path that she

My eyelids try to close with all their might, but I resist and slowly manage to open them, although everything is blurry, I see that I am on the ground, lying. When I close and reopen them, Azael's face appears in front of me, watching me with a frown, with his piercings and his black shirt through which his tattoos peek out and spread across his neck. But when I blink again, there is no sign of him. As if it was part of my imagination.

Ash rose from the ground, curling around her wrists, her spine, her ribs like memory made manifest. “Then show me,” the god whispered. “Show me your flame.” Seren raised her hand. No inferno. No divine spark. Just memory. She whispered the names of the fallen. Hollowreach. Dustspire. The Ashborn. Sirelia. Elara. Let them see. Let them all see. And the flame came. Not to consume. But to illuminate. The shadows recoiled. The god blinked, once. And for the first time in a thousand years,