Asura Book Novels & Stories

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.

Most wolves dismissed it as a myth. But right now, I had no other choice. I kicked open the rotting wooden doors and stepped into the dark hall. "You've come." An ancient voice drifted from the shadows. A figure emerged from the shadows, a crone so ancient she seemed woven from them. Her eyes were pure white, with no pupils. "I knew you would. Love always makes people do foolish things." "Save her," I said, laying Sienna on the stone altar. "Whatever the cost." "The cost?" The crone cackled, a dry, rasping sound. "Do you know what you are asking? To bring back the dead is to defy the natural order."

And it was writing now. Liora rose from the ash. The Inkblade was beside her again. But it felt heavier. More dangerous. Because now, it wasn’t just her weapon. It was her past. The wind picked up. Pages fell from the sky, Not blank, Not yet Each one with a title that pulsed: “The Queen of Ash” “The Mother Who Burned” “The Daughter Unwritten” “The Betrayer’s Return” One page stopped in front of her, It was written in her own hand but she’d never written it. And it read:

The runes pulsed like a heartbeat. The shadow paused just beyond the circle. It had no clear form, but hints of a muzzle and claws flickered in and out of existence, as if it couldn’t quite decide what it was. When it opened its mouth, no sound came out — only a ripple of cold that raised gooseflesh on everyone’s skin. Jude whispered, “What the hell…” Lyra’s eyes hardened. “It’s a Hound of Ash,” she said. “He makes them from the wolves who fight him.”

Chapter One Ashira’s POV “Ah~” Aiden seems not to mind my loud moans when its already driving me insane. He was kissing, sucking and licking on the sensitive skin of my neck while his hand is cuppin my breast. He flicked his finger on my hardened bud and I arched my back from how it sent tingles all over my body. He’s only playing with my breast and yet I feel myself reaching my edge! “Ever so lovely, Ash…” he whispered in my ears and I moaned as he nibbled my ear, gently biting on it.