Asura Book Novels & Stories

She was born in flames, and from these ashes she would rise—and destroy the entire damn system. --- In the background of a single penthouse far, far away, Adrian Sinclair gazed at the first headline brave enough to ask the question: **Who is behind Nova Ascendancy Group—and why are the titans of Wall Street terrified?** He smiled, the glint of a worthy adversary lighting up his single. "Well done, Natalie," he whispered. "The game is on."

“They destroyed everything else. This is it. Whatever this is, Ursa’s going to need to be one hell of a storyteller.” Aisha looked down at the book, a suffocating feeling creeping up her lungs. But not for herself.

"I have something for you." "What is it?" Indianna asked and pushed her empty plate away from her. "Mark and I were in the library, trying to find anything that could help us. As you know, the Elder's have abandoned us and we thought there could be something in any of the old literature that could help us defeat Rogue." "Did you manage to find something?" Indianna asked hopefully. "Sadly not, we're still looking," Laura said. "But, I did find this book. It's a very old book of tales about the Royal Family."

Magic tightening like a net. He began to speak, chanting in an old tongue. But before the incantation could finish, the book burned. Flame shot up from the name — not wild, but deliberate. Purposeful. It didn’t destroy the page. It sealed it. The gold letters glowed red-hot before cooling into black glass. The Archivist stepped back, eyes wide. “The book has accepted her.” The woman Councilor snarled. “Then we’ll erase the page.” I stepped forward.

The moment we step in, I meet the cold gazes of brute men, drinking and shouting over loud cheers. The ceiling above us is high. The space is wide and empty, with cheap chairs and tables scattered around. It looks like a large, ancient cathedral, without an altar. Just tables and chairs. At the counter, my eyes meet Stefan, the giant. The very man who beat me to a pulp. “He the man?” Mark asks. “Yeah, he’s the one,” I reply, hatred brewing in my eyes. Then a voice comes from behind us, loud and hoarse, like that of a serpent.

He mindlinked him, and he nodded, sniffing. "What the fuck is going on here?" A familiar voice asked behind them, making Hashmuk let go of Rasmore. The person standing behind them was the person he was crying for, thinking he had left him. It was Kelvin, with a pile of magic books in his hands. He and his friends smelled like they were coming from the sewer.

My power was in nature, but I could heal as well, it wasn't as powerful but with a great witch power, it helped a lot. Soon the dragon boy's face began to relax, and strangely the lightening, thunder and rain began to calm down as well until there was complete silence. I looked at Abigail in awe. She shrugged offering me a half smile, wiping the light sheet of sweat that had formed off her fore head. the golden haired boy opened his eyes and I held my breath again. "he is.. Is.. How is he so.. " "beautiful? " Abigail finished. I nodded "he is a golden prince. His name is Azian, the closet thing we supernaturals have to a god in the twin realms. "

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.

D_Novel’s Book 3 will be released in the next few weeks, please check on my account incase i have already uploaded it, once released it will be uploaded daily (hopefully) so please give it a go, this book is only book 2 in a 10 book series so there is plenty more for you to read so please follow me, comment, leave a review and most of all enjoy! Much love from your friendly neighbourhood writer, J.D ;)

(Al Quran 5:16) EXPLANATION OF TITLE: Vocation, maybe defined as, "A summon or strong inclination to a particular state or course of action, especially: a divine call to the religious life." OR "An entry into the priesthood or a religious order." (Merriam Webster) This book, primarily deals with the life of Aasiya, who fights through various struggles of life, in hopes to find peace and happiness. Whether she does or not, is for you to find out, InshaAllah. Lastly, I humbly pray to Allah SWT to grant His barakah and rehmah to this book and may everyone who read this book find hidayah. Thereby, gaining Allah's pleasure and acquiring success of both this world and the hereafter, InshaAllah.