Asylum Ahs Characters Novels & Stories

I was now inefficient to stand barely as my legs were wobbling and I was almost about to fall but didn't want to since he needed help then a hand supported us, a powerful arm wrapping around me, assisting me in holding this iceberg. "Ajax has passed out, Ms Ahana" I listen to his voice but was unable to recognise him. But soon the weight of this iceberg left my body and now I could breathe properly. "I am Aspen Valentine," He introduces himself while tapping on my hand. Hearing his name, I remembered Elijah has told me about him, that he's the youngest brother of him and now listening to his voice seems so fresh like floating water which is peaceful and remarkable at the same time. I didn't

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.

Bianca, Mr and Mrs Kingsley daughter said and hissed. “No, it’s not why I am here , I mean yes, I didn’t get the job, I came here cause I saw someone ” Jasmine said quickly. Her eyes widened. Mrs Kingsley raised a brow. “Who?” Jasmine hesitated. “Selena ” Everything went silent. Mrs Kingsley stood slowly. “What did you just say?” “I saw Selena,” Jasmine repeated, her voice low. “She’s alive, She was walking down the hallway in Damon Williams’ mansion, She looked healthy ”

Ayesha would be laughing too if she weren’t scared about what would happen to her, ‘I just had to investigate him myself instead of asking my friends to check him out,’ she regretted. “I’m not joking, I am the main character,” Sikandar insisted. “This is too good,” Sahil took a breath, “You think you are a big shot just because you can control void and nullify karamats.” “If you’re the main character, why are you stuck with us?” a nameless goon asked, ‘Are you getting lazy AI?’ It’s called minimalism. “Because my life needs drama,” Sikandar answered. The goons laughed again, “Do you think you’re in a drama or something?” Another nameless goon asked.

I have to deal with this also as if I don't have enough on my plate right now, Ammy Watson is the very first wolf Assassin; she was exceptional at her training and was the very first wolf sent on a mission; she had the number one branded in all her stuff. She went on numerous missions before I was ever ready to join her in the fields. We slowly became close, since I was the second wolf assassin. I think that made us a little closer. But then she one day went rogue; it was over a man, I guess. The organization filled us in on everything. I tried to make her come back to the organization, but she wouldn't fucking listen.

My mind was already a knife, replaying the image of her in that dungeon, the smell of rust and rot, the limp weight of her body, the red of her eyes dull with exhaustion. I’d seen cruelty before. I’d dealt it myself, wrapped in silk or carved into skin. But this? Locking your own blood underground, letting her rot until she’s half a corpse? That wasn’t cruelty. That was weakness. And weakness offended me. Asher drove in silence. My men followed in a convoy behind us, black SUVs forming a wall of steel and firepower. No one would touch us tonight. In the third vehicle, Afsana sat with her hands in her lap, a rosary looped around her fingers and a quilt folded neatly beside her. She had insist

Eventually she turns sharply down a narrow service alley and pushes open the rusted side door of what used to be an auto repair shop decades ago. The building smells like dust and old oil. Good. No human scent. No hunters. No dogs. Just silence. For the first time since the ambush began, the world feels still. I lean against the nearest concrete pillar the moment we step inside, closing my eyes briefly as exhaustion finally catches up to me. The silver in my blood immediately reminds me that standing upright is becoming more of a suggestion than a guarantee. “You’re going to collapse,” Nyxara says. Her voice isn’t concerned.

After an hour later, they finally reach their destination, and they can't believe their eyes when they enter one of the posh areas of their city. A normal person can't afford to live here. Even Alex and Monika are Type parents. Yes, they all come from rich backgrounds, but they still can't afford it. Why the hell does Ashly work at Backery if she is already a loader? But again, Monika and Alex remember Allen's words. Ashly's father wants to make her independent. He doesn't want her to depend on anyone, not even himself and his money.

Ash had a fawning smile on his lips as he answered what Maki question is, Using a tone of 'as a matter of factly' Name: Ash *** Age: 27 years old Identity: A5 Class Heroes Special Secret Identity: Army of Protective Team Cover Original World: Earth Ability: Wood (Requires Upgrade Ability) System Name: System 0000000096321 Binding Method: Soul contracted (Effective both to the Host and system) Special Circumstances: Mental Patient Patient Record #165 : PSTD Ash answered in his usual steady voice but had a hint of fawning with the Maki guy, "Our superiors from the top wanted to make the S level heroes take care of it because we, as an ordinary heroes cant take care of the monsters attacking th

Theo sits back down in his chair in front of his broken desk and starts to relax. “Hi Ayesha, I’m Helios. Everything is going to be okay. Don’t worry, you're not going anywhere.” “You're out of line, Helios!” Helios and his dad just stare at each other for about a minute before his whole demeanor changes. Clearly, they’re mind-linking each other. “Hey Ayesha, why don’t you show me around while the adults talk?” Ayesha stands there like a deer in headlights, not moving. Helios grabs her hand and pulls her out the door.