Asura Kishin Novels & Stories

Katherine stood in the center of it all. Her body had already shifted back, human again, fragile again. Blood dripped steadily from her palms, pooling in small dark circles on the blackened sand. Her eyes were still gold. She had always been mine, but what she turned into, was something I couldn't find myself claiming. Elder Veyra rose. “She is no longer merely Luna of Volkov,” he declared. “She is the Luna of Ashes. The key made flesh. The storm foretold in the oldest scrolls. I think she was reborn when the veil could no longer hold. An ancient being has returned to us, bound to the blood of two packs and the spirits that wait beyond the sky…”

The Ashura was a humanoid magical beast with three heads and six arms. The Three forms of the Ashura, as a rank 4 technique, could inherently improve the martial art of a cultivator multiplying her attacks till they reached the number of arms of the Ashura. Each form, on the other hand, had more amazing effects. The First form could increase the number of attacks by a large amount, creating material after-images through the "Breath" of the cultivator. However, fighting in that way comported a heavy burden on the cultivator's mind.

"Dimitri Drakor." The only surviving member of the other Russian Imperial house of dragon shifters. The one dragon who had come closer than anyone else to killing Rurik. Oh God

An obnoxious white wolf came out of nowhere. I took a step back as she sauntered toward me, a grimace plastered all over her face as if she was going to pop up the hell outta me. "Accept who you are, Aksha." I nodded in panic. "Welcome, Aksha Beatrix Aslenovie." I catch a glimpse of my hands, turning into white hairy legs. Or was I imagining things? A howling voice echoed in the forest as I opened my eyes.

While my father flops like a fish on the floor, I take his weapon, kick him in the head and reach for Taryn. Ava slumps against her wall, her eyes wide with shock. However, she looks unhurt, so I leave her and check on Taryn, Blood flows around both women like a pool. As an Assassin, I’ve seen a lot of death and have even caused some of them, but I have never felt fear as I do at this moment. Squatting down, I pull Tamsyn off Taryn.

An expression of anger and vengeance radiated from her face. "Maghanada Indrajit is no ordinary demon. He has the nickname of the god of war. If you think you can finish him off easily, you're wrong. To defeat him, we must eliminate his twelve brothers first. Without them, he's very weak! After that, I will crush his head!" Asura was furious. His emotions were running high and made him envision the death of Maghanada Indrajit.

We really needed Ashina. She was not the kind to entirely rely on a man. No damsel in distress, just a knight! She was blessed by our Moon Goddess and I was very well aware that she would be a powerful werewolf one day. How I had wished that she would be Boris’ Luna. Together they could conquer and rule. “Your Highness, here comes the raven,” Craig gestured to me. The raven was one of us. He had been working for my bloodline. “The situation is deteriorating. Alpha Boris need more assistance, urgently.”

Asura raised her gaze and watched there, a girl no taller than her, holding that bloody crystal sword with a ghastly maniacal smile. Venus Prahara Adiwangsa, the Princess Bizura; someone who somehow managed to gain the sympathy of the Asura Argantra for a brief moment. “Oh, hi, buddy,” said Venus in a loud voice, as if she had just come for a regular breakfast. “I'm guessing he's your father.” The heartless girl chuckled. “Don't be so sad. A father isn't someone very special, you know.” Asura's chest heaved with anger and sadness. Hatred blazed in her eyes. She gritted her teeth and growled, “I'm really going to kill you, bastard!”