Asunas Novels & Stories

Selene asked. “Aspa is a goddess; she has no reason to lie, Selene. If Aspa said the God killer killed Namiel, then he did,” Aron said, and the rest concurred with him. “Aspa may have lost her way as a goddess, but the very same trait that was implanted in us was implanted in her; she does not lie.”

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And the moment they did, Mona knew. He knew something was wrong. She quickly plastered a smile across her face. "Hey." Kane didn't smile. He walked toward her, pulled out the chair opposite hers, and sat down. "What's wrong, princess?" The sincerity in his voice almost broke her. Mona looked away. "I've been thinking." "About?" She swallowed. "Did you know vanilla comes from the actual butt of an animal?" Kane stared at her. Mona gave him a tiny smile.

His clothes were fine, but his appearance was average if not a bit on the gloomy side. Noah recognized the teen as Asan. He was the eldest young master of an influential family that ran a pharmaceutical business and was groomed into inheriting the company since young. Asan was Case’s childhood friend, and in the beginning, the three of them got along fine. It was only when their respective powers awakened that Asan, fueled by his own sense of inferiority, started to despise Aris, who seemed like an embodiment of perfection. From then on, to avoid the two butting heads, when Case went out with Aris, he wouldn’t bring Asan along, and vice versa.

At that, a call from an unknown number enters my mobile. -Tell me? -Lailah?- says a familiar voice on the other line. In the background, I can hear glass breaking.- I'm Scott. I need you to come to my apartment now. He seems alarmed. -What? Why? Scott? -It's Azael. -He says worriedly. An object falling to the ground and an incoherent babbling can be heard behind his voice.- He has arrived drunk and has started breaking things and it is not that I have enough money to renew furniture, also he has already damaged my car and that already are many expenses.

“I guess that’s part of the Confradia package.” I nod my head. “Yeah, it’s not too late for you, man. Get out while you still can.” Corbin rolls his eyes in reply. Corbin is Priest’s brother. To Priest’s consternation, Corbin joined the Confradia two years ago at the age of nineteen. Even though, like me, he’s joined the others in missions, he’s not an Assassin. Corbin works on weapons research. He’s a freaking genius in modifying and creating weapons that have revolutionized the Confradia’s killing strategies. Since he joined the Confradia, our fighting tactics have evolved to a whole new level of calm.

Tyler rolled his eyes at him, uninterested, "It was a long list and I might have made some mistake, so you better confirm it by your own eyes!" "Aright! What's the name of the place?" "It's some training facility named 'Rudra Arsenal Training Junction' on Zerg!"

I shouted softly. I saw Xenoah raise an eyebrow before smiling. He got up from his seat as if just waiting for me to follow. "I'm going to eat damn, Azaia. Will you let us in?" Ayesha said, annoyed. "My beauty is being swallowed up here bitch" Cassandra snapped. I was just slapped on my forehead and then stood up. "Fvck you" I said and ended the call. We both went out and down to go to the gate crashers.

"What the hell are they trying to do by coming here?" Annalia muttered under her breath when she saw Adam's car parked in front of a building that she was unfamiliar with. However, given that the name "ASUL" is engraved in the right-hand corner above the glass entrance door, she believes that this establishment is a company. While Felix and Adam exit the vehicle and proceed into the building, Anna stays in the parking lot and keeps an eye on them from her vantage point in the car.

Aurora: “Angelina, what is going on?” I asked, frowning when my stomach hurt me more than it usually did. My baby, feeling my nervous state, grew more nervous by the second, kicking me as if his life depended on it. “I don’t know, Alessandro asked me to stay back…” Angelina frowned, before a choked cry escaped her lips, and following her gaze, my jaw dropped at the sight. My mate, Dante, held a limp Anastasia in his arms. Her hand, which would have normally been on her stomach if she had any control of it, was limp in the air, and blood, her blood, coated her clothes and my mate’s, making my lips quiver.