Asura Kishin Novels & Stories

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.”

He shook his head as if to try to physically knock the unwelcome thoughts out of his brain. Gathering his emotions more tightly under control, he squared his shoulders and stood tall, pointing an accusing finger at the dark-haired witch. "You will not destroy me! I am Brandur of Clan Sköll, known as The Destroyer for a reason!" The woman sighed heavily, and he thought he saw her roll her eyes. "Freya help me," Astrid murmured, raising her hands in a supplicating gesture toward the skies. "Once again, Brandur of Clan Sköll, I am not here to harm you. You are far too important for that."

A few minutes later, the side door opened and I saw Azrik enter alone, he looked at Gáta who, before he could say anything, disappeared in a small purplish-green cloud. Seeing that color and feeling that pressure, I know that Gáta is involved with the curse, somehow she manages to pull energy from the Mother of Monsters. Khalid had said that the name for people involved in the cult of the Ancient Gods was “Cultists” and Gáta is definitely one of those people. The dragon's aura spread like fire spreading through a dry forest, but Hélios' aura protected me from the damage it could cause, especially since I am not at full strength.

The mansion's imposing facade loomed ahead, and Samuel led the way up the steps, his heart pounding in his chest. A knock echoed through the air as Samuel's knuckles rapped on the door. It swung open to reveal Horas Jota, a tall figure with an air of confidence. His eyes flicked over Samuel and his companions, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Samuel, always seeking adventure, huh?" Samuel's lips curved into a half-smile, his nervousness mingling with a sense of determination. "Horas, this is Whizz and Liya." Horas nodded, his eyes assessing each of them. "Come in," he gestured, stepping back to allow them inside.

Ashley turned to face priestess Luciana. "You have to watch out for the demons. They'll be after you now that your identity has been revealed and they'll try to kill more humans than before to bring back the war beast as soon as possible. Lastly, I think I need to tell you this. You've met before..... The three of you" Said Priestess Luciana and instantly, the huge door flung open. 'What's she talking about huh?' thought Ashley inwardly. Without wasting anymore time, they walked out of the building, down the stairs and then they stood still, confused of where to go.

Aurora’s POV Asura. That name made my brows lift higher into my head. Why did that name sound familiar? “I suppose you will not mind introducing yourself properly?” I frowned slightly. “You already know who I am,” I said. But the Thing– Asura, only chuckled again, like it had just heard a very funny joke. “I know what you do. I know your given name. But not your True Name,” Asura grinned, showing unnatural rows of canine teeth, all sharp and enough to pierce the throats of any being.

After spending a few minutes trying to figure out a decent name and failing, Kirou took another look at the system prompts before a name jumped out in his mind. Having decided on a name, Kirou gently patted the giant creature's head as he spoke, "I'll use a character from your species and give you a nice name. From now on, I'll call you . Though it doesn't fit the kind nature you've displayed so far, I'm positive you will be a terror on anyone in combat."

A young man stepped out, assisted by two servants, dressed in embroidered gold brocade and wearing a jeweled circlet. I'd recognize that face anywhere—even if it turned to ash. It was Matthew, my brother, who was supposed to be dead for over a year. The brother I'd given my life to atone for. He was back. Alive. Radiant. Dressed like a true prince of nobility. I hung there in the air, struck dumb as if by a bolt of lightning. My ghost trembled on the verge of unraveling.

Despite the poison. Despite the wounds. Despite the impossible odds. He bares his teeth. “Stay behind me.” I sigh softly. Stubborn wolf. Because the moment Rowan prepares to fight— One of the hunter wolves suddenly kneels. And whispers a name. “Alpha Varkas… help us.”