Ashy Sky Novels & Stories

“I want to see the wild version of you.” Azxel’s breath wavered, he was filled with happiness, he was finally going to be wild like Sky, maybe get a tattoo he had seen on Sky's back when they had their moments. He liked the tattoo but he dare not talk about it, it looked real, too real. Sky had a tattoo of a beast and it felt like the beast was alive. He finally got the courage to talk, "You mean, wild… like you?” Sky chuckled quietly, leaning in until Azxel felt his breath on his neck. “Why don’t you try being like me?”

he said cheerfully. The sun was beaming, hinting at a bright future ahead. Cecilia smiled back and simply said, "Yes."

Seeing me there, sitting in silence, not even bothering to look back, her face went ashen, her lips quivering. Jack, for his part, was past caring about her cold shoulder. His mind was racing to get her out of there. He wanted to take her back home where he could smoothly talk to her, use my aloofness to snuff out the flicker of love that was lighting up in her heart again.

MEANWHILE – DEAN’S MANSION | SKYE'S ROOM Skye lay on her bed, her face buried in her pillow as soft sobs escaped her lips. Her friend, Paisley a white-skinned girl, sat beside her, gently rubbing her back in an attempt to soothe her. “Skye, please stop crying already. You’re going to make yourself sick,” Paisley murmured, concerned. “Leave me alone. How could he do that to me?” Skye’s voice trembled between her tears. “He ditched me and didn’t even bother to send a message since last night.”

I took a deep breath and said flatly, "Fine. Then, hear this—whatever happens to Fraser Networks from now on has nothing to do with me." "Get lost! Don't you dare curse my company. And don't bother showing up again!" Julian sneered, still mocking me. "Who the hell do you think you are, to decide the fate of my company? What a joke." I gave a cold little smile, thinking, 'I hope you still find it funny later.' … Just then, a long black luxury car pulled up in front of the building. The door opened, and a silver-haired old man stepped out with the help of his aides, his voice booming with fury. "Who's kicking Skye out of the company?!"

“Burned how?” Priya shook her head; her lips pressed together in a thin line. “Not just a spill or a shock. It’s…he’s…scorched. Like something marked him.” Without waiting for a response, she turned and moved briskly down the corridor toward the east wing, Isla close behind.

It wanted to fall into place. I forced my breath steady, the way my mother taught me, the way you steady your hands before stitching a wound. Then I spoke the only words that had ever worked. “ASH.” Black cinders rose off the floor, spiraling around the circle. The runes flared, resisting, but the ash didn’t care. It tightened, thickened, becoming a wall—around Dax’s ankles, around the etched lines, smothering the glow. For one heartbeat, the pull on him eased.

Eve offered up carefully edited stories of Italian markets and lakeside sunsets, enough color to satisfy curiosity without inviting questions she couldn't safely answer. As twilight painted the sky in soft purple and orange, they packed up slower than they needed to, none of them quite ready to let the day end. Ryan walked beside her on the path home, cooler under one arm. "If anything ever feels off again — like those shady types Aria mentioned — don't wait to say something. I've got people who can help with security. We look out for each other." Eve squeezed his arm. "I know. Thank you. It means more than you probably realize."

Once he was done, Asher sighed deeply, feeling an excitement boil in his chest, as he couldn't wait to welcome his son home. Asher's eyes looked out the nursery's window. The sun had begun setting in the west, and in the east, the full, grey moon began rising above the clouds. Standing at the second story of his mansion, Asher could see over the pine trees of the forest that bordered the east end of his pack grounds. He approached the window and looked out onto the world before him. Birds could be heard singing their last tunes for the day. Asher looked down on the village area below him. The children were being called in by their mothers as the evening began settling its dark shade in the s

“If he’s alive, I’ll kill him myself.” I didn’t respond. Just glanced at him once before returning to the treeline. The morning crept in, soft and patient. The sky began to bleed with the first colors of dawn, amber and violet streaks crawling over the horizon. Time was slipping away. “You’re definitely waiting for someone,” Asher said with certainty. I reached for the water bottle near my feet, “Maybe.” His ears perked. “Who?” I uncapped the bottle and raised it to my lips. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out,” I murmured, taking a slow sip.