Asura Cryin Novels & Stories

Had ruined my plans and set Alaric free from my hold. Everything had gone downhill after that. The dull ache at the back of my head sharpened, and I gasped, curling on the stone floor as a hand, invisible, wrapped around my neck and my heart, squeezing with venomous rage. ‘Failure! You fail and fail! That’s all you do!!’ Asura raged in my head and I coughed out, copper on my tongue and my blood spilling from my lips, dripping onto the floor. The sounds of dripping continued in the background, and it was maddening.

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please— save the phoenix from crying..."

The collar rune around my throat snapped—light cracking like glass. It dissolved. Mara’s face twisted with rage. “No,” she hissed. “You don’t get to—” “I do,” I snapped. I turned to the black-water seam and spoke the only command that mattered. “RETURN.” Ash surged—not upward, not outward—*sideways*, into the water like a hook. The black water fought, swirling, trying to swallow my ash. I clenched my jaw and pushed. “RETURN HER.” The water bulged. A shape rose.

My body was taut with tension and the nerves were wired for touch, for release. I clenched my fists. There was only one option left. Slowly, shame and frustration tangled in my chest as I slid to the floor of the shower, letting the freezing water batter down over me. Perhaps, I could find peace this way, just enough control to keep the beast from clawing out of me. I had to masturbate and that also, fast. I held my cock and caressed it, thinking about Ashina. “Ashina,” I mumbled. ‘Nyx,’ I heard Orion say.

he finished smiling. Clenching my fist, I stared at the man who had been more than a brother for the past years. I felt useless when I saw him crying and there was nothing I could do. Feeling powerless was new to me and for the first time in my life, I uttered the strange words I never imagined I'd say: “I am deeply sorry Aslan. So, so sorry." I emphasized pushing him into my arms that tightened around him as his head rested into the crook of my neck.

"Together." The deity’s laughter echoed through the chamber, a deep, resonant sound that chilled me to the core. Its voice was like thunder, reverberating through the broken stone. "You think you can defeat me?" it taunted, its voice layered with centuries of malice. "I have been waiting for this moment, pulling the strings of your fates, guiding you here. You are nothing but pawns in a game you cannot comprehend." "Enough!" I shouted, the anger boiling inside me. "This ends now!"

I was already shaking. And then I realized I was crying. I heard screams, loud screeches like as if, everything was happening again before my eyes. Oh my God... If.... Oh my The pain they must have all went through... My tears were still flowing uncontrollably, and I was shaking with the sorrow I felt at the moment. "And....?" "And nothing Azura.. at that moment you were gone and I went into sleep. That's what happens when we loose the one we are guarding, or they loose their magic. We die temporarily, till another magic being is born for us to bond with.

Because as much as I feel all those emotions, I also feel sympathy for Veronica, and my heart cries for her. "Please. Don’t cry." I mumble as I release my fists and crouch before her. "He does. You have to believe me, he does." She chants when I lift her face. "Shh. No more. You don’t have to say anything else." I whisper as I swipe my thumb gently over her cheeks to wipe her tears before bringing her into my arms, pressing her head to my chest with my hand caressing her hair as a means of comforting her. But even with that, her body doesn’t stop trembling, and she doesn’t stop sobbing.

Sera's eyes are completely obsidian now. Barima opens her mouth to produce another violent scream and Sera snatches her jaw and holds it open. Barima pries frantically at Sera's claws but can't budge her iron grip. Sera jerks the jaw harshly and quick, the loud popping sound only muted by Barima's cries of agony. Sera slings her to the side and walks to Axar, now normal eyed again and worried about having scared the boy. This is all the opportunity Barima needed as she rushes Sera's retreating back with her knife in hand. Sera senses her and bends backward to catch her and slam her down in one of the most bizarre moves I've ever seen.

Chapter Thirteen: Sister of Ash The sky had turned a deep, smoky gray, as though the heavens themselves mourned what was awakening beneath the soil. Seren stood at the edge of the crater, surrounded by the wreckage of her birthright and the screams of the cursed tree that once marked Black Hollow’s sacred heart. Her robes—dark blue with silver embroidery—fluttered with energy. She hadn’t aged past her early twenties, her presence defying time, her expression carved from stone.