Asura Light Novels & Stories

Just then, Samuel's voice cut through the silence like a knife. "You despicable woman!" A vicious force struck Amelia, sending her tumbling to the ground.

King Sylvan commanded, his voice as calm as the wind. Lord Thorne, Councilor of Shadows, gestured with long, elegant fingers. The centre of the moonstone table clouded, then cleared to reveal the image of a clearing near the eastern border of Eldoria. In the centre lay a pile of fine white ash in the vague shape of a humanoid figure. "The remains of Veridian Aspen, Your Majesty," Lord Thorne reported, his voice devoid of emotion. "Found by the border patrols. Nothing remained but ash." Queen Elara leaned forward, her eyes narrowing as she studied the image. "No Fae has been reduced to ash in that manner since the Great Wars," she observed, her melodic voice carrying an edge of steel. "What m

LYRA. I tried to run, but my feet felt heavy as if rooted to the spot. The rogue's eyes gleamed with a feral intensity, their teeth bared in a snarl. I raised my hands, palms facing them, and summoned a weak burst of energy to defend myself. But he was too strong, too fast. He knocked my hands aside and pinned me against the wall, his claws digging into my shoulders. I struggled, kicking and squirming, but he was too strong. A fist slammed into my stomach, and I gasped for air. Another blow struck my head, and everything went blurry. I felt myself falling, but they caught me, holding me up with a cruel grip.

The cageborn paused, head tilting, as if considering him. Then it lunged. Kieran threw up his arms— and the cageborn slipped through them like smoke, striking his chest. Kieran screamed as black tendrils spread across his skin like frost burning hot. He collapsed, convulsing, eyes rolling back. “No!” I shouted, and the word tried to become panic— I crushed it into a decision. “OFF,” I said. Ash surged from the runes—black cinders lifting like a storm—slamming into the cageborn and ripping it off Kieran’s chest in a violent pull. The creature skidded across the floor, shrieking.

Pick the black guy, Percy said to the guy by the screen stopping his movement again. The assassin in question was a very dark man with skin like coffee, and eyes that matches his skin with piercing cheeks bones, and hollow cheeks, his stare intense and deadly. His nickname 'Blade' thirty-six, been with the agency for eight years, has a rank of gamma with six hunts, and slices through his victims before they could see his blade coming, he is fast and calculating. The next Assassin picked was called Lighting a young very beautiful curvaceous woman with fiery beach blonde tresses floating down her back, parted at the center with pale liquid blue eyes that looked to have sparkles in them with a

Grrrr Asylum roared to the heavens, he roared again and sent forth a wave of light beams at Thanatos who countered them with his darkness making it devour the light. “This is fun!!” “THAT IT IS INDEED.” Thanatos roared and brought his darkness up again, this time used it to form soldiers which were half the size of Asylum's yamada no orochi form, With a metal command the darkness soldiers charged from all sides and grabbed Asylum from multiple sides pinning him on the ground.

“What’s your name?” The god sneered weakly. “Names are for mortals.” The boy pressed the blade closer. “You are one now.” The sneer faltered. Lyra said coldly, “Answer him.” After a long, shaking breath, the god rasped, “Astrael.” Liora stepped from behind Lyra, eyes wide. “You’re scared.” Astrael snarled. “I do not fear” He convulsed suddenly, spitting divine blood. His aura flickered violently. Liora finished softly, “You’re terrified.”

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.”

" I tried to grab it, but he shoved me back hard, and I tumbled to the floor once more. "No excuses!" Nash's fury was boiling over as he jabbed a finger at the doll. "Ever since your sister came out of your room, she's been covered in rashes and can barely breathe. The doctor says it's an acrylic allergy. What else could it be, if not this junky toy?" He lifted his arm. "Please, no!" Crash! The porcelain doll lay in pieces before me. "Mom… Mom!" I crouched and shakily tried to gather the broken fragments. Alas, no matter how gently I tried, the doll was beyond repair.

The next day, the observatory's official social account announced that Lucas had discovered a new star, and he had named it "S" Countless comments flooded Serena's post from the previous day. "Wow, it's true. That's pretty impressive, Serena!" "Did Professor Thorne see your post and name it for you on purpose?" Just then, Lucas walked through the door. "Wilma, did you see? I named the star 'S.' It stands for 'seven' in light of our anniversary." I looked up at him coldly. "Then what's going on with your assistant? That's not what she said in her post."