Asura Book Novels & Stories

Fabian notices and squeezes my hands so I don't cry. "The last name I'm going to call is... Gabriella Johanson." He announces and I freeze. Did he just call my name? Am I dreaming? Is this for real? Fabian slaps my arm, jerking me back to reality and I calmly lean forward to collect my sketch sheet and a few people applauded but Trisha and her friends practically stared at me with a look of disgust and confusion on their faces.

Mane rushed to Asherah, swiftly sheathing Nightmare and Night’s Kiss in the process. The Asura was being suppressed by Komfo Anokye, but it was taxing to do so. Zica’s letter had taught him two things: one was that the Usurper was coming, and the other was how to put the Asura to sleep.

--- Something Awakens At the Moon’s Eye, as Rowan, Darius, and Lyra tried to regain balance, a shape began to form in the altar flame — massive, skeletal, shifting between wolf and shadow. Eyes opened in the dark. And in Lyra’s mind, a voice echoed: “You have unlocked the seal, Child of the Star. But are you ready to face what lies beneath the broken moon?”

It was as if she had ceased breathing previously, and had only taken air in after a long while— like a person who drowned and had just revived. However, to the five men who were her murderers, she was Asura who returned from the gates of hell to seek vengeance. “N-No way…”

Dark. Intricate. Not ink. Not entirely. Something older. Something that doesn’t belong on human skin. My breath catches. Because I’ve seen it before. Not like this. Not fully. But pieces of it. Fragments. Etched into old books. Spoken in warnings. Taught to pups who were expected to lead one day. My hand stills. My gaze locks onto it. “What… is that?” Nyxara moves instantly. Too fast. She grabs my wrist and shoves my hand away from her, stepping back in the same motion, putting distance between us again.

The great, iron-bound cover of the Chronicles of the New Era did not sit beneath a glass display in the deepest vaults of the capital, nor was it sealed with a final, unyielding lock of administrative magic. Instead, the massive book rested open on a wide pedestal of unpolished sun-marble in the very center of the Grand Plaza of Genesis. Its pages were not made of paper, but of thick, shimmering sheets of woven light-lines that rippled and turned on their own whenever a new day broke across the unified worlds.

I followed my ruined corpse all the way to the mass grave. My limbs were twisted at unnatural angles, my body covered in crisscrossing bruises, my face drained of every drop of color—like a weed that had been stomped flat by a hundred boots. Soon, a pack of mangy stray dogs caught the scent of fresh meat. Their eyes glowed hungry and green in the darkness as they circled in. At first, they just tugged at the edges of my clothes. Then one bolder mutt sank its teeth into my calf and ripped off a chunk of flesh.

“Where, or what? Which one would you like to get now? Or will it be both? You decide.” Julianne knew what he was talking about. He was asking if she wanted to get the book now or get answers to the questions she had. And if she wanted both, she would have to visit the boy’s dormitory. “What is he talking about?” Marianne asked her. Cassian tilted his head to the side and said to Marianne, “So you are Ash’s new friend.” Julianne couldn’t think straight at the moment, especially when Maximus was looking at her like he knew something about her. And one thing she knows is that it was one of the two that gave her friend the bite marks. And yet, she had to help Marianne out.

Nina’s touch felt electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I wanted to pull away, to fight against the intoxicating hold she had on me, but my body betrayed me. “What have you done to me?” I gasped, the words barely escaping my lips. “Nothing yet,” she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. “But soon, you will understand the depths of your own desires.” And then, it began. The air around me turned suffocating, thick with the scent of blood and decay. The room twisted and warped, the asylum’s once-familiar walls transforming into something grotesque—flesh-covered and pulsating, veins bulging from the walls like the insides of a living being exposed for all to see.

Sienna's POV A steel-toed boot slammed into my ribs, and I curled on the ground, coughing up blood. "Get up, little she-wolf." Chief Elder Marcus looked down at me, a vicious smile on his face. Behind him stood a dozen armed men—Brynn's mercenaries. "The game is over." I pushed myself up, blood dripping from the corner of my mouth onto the grass. The forest around us was burning. Jake and the other rangers were already down, lying motionless nearby.