Asylum Ahs Characters Novels & Stories

Ash hums, “Must be, the first time it was a thin blonde waif, the second a tall black woman. And then you, although they were all you?” Ash runs his hands through his hair, in confusion and frustration. “If we had accepted the waif, would she have been spared all the pain of this life? Did we screw up?” Sol comes over to them.

It looked like a man. "Hi!" I heard as cold shivers ran down my spines. Standing before me was a man with piercing blue eyes and had a jet-black hair. "Hey!" He said again waving at me as he tucked his hands back into his black leather jacket. "Who are you?" I asked trying to hide my fear. "I am Asher," the man replies, his voice low and mysterious. "And I'm here to help you take down Hailey and Kayla once and for all." He told me.

Anyone watching us would think he’s calm. I know better. “Well,” I murmur, eyes scanning the walls, the guards, the too-careful way everyone stands. “This place really screams warm hospitality.” Cain’s mouth curves faintly. “Wounded kingdoms don’t welcome guests. They circle them.” “Adorable,” I say. “I was hoping for snacks.” He huffs—almost a laugh—and the bond eases just a fraction. The gates groan open. And there he is. Prince Ashton of the Wolves looks like hell.

“You weren’t authorized.” The man grins. “I never am.” I recognize him before he speaks again. Not by face—by weight. By the way the city pulls away from him like it doesn’t want to be noticed. “Name’s Ash,” he says. “Protagonist, depending who you ask.” Jonas’s voice goes flat. “You’re supposed to be off-grid.” “Yeah,” Ash replies. “So are ghosts.” He looks at me then. Really looks. No reverence. No calculation. Just recognition.

I made my way through the dark corridors of the dungeon, my heart burning with a desire for revenge. I had been betrayed by Luciana, the very person I thought was my friend and ally. But now, I was determined to make her pay with her blood. I reached the cell where Sam and Morris were being held, and I could see the fear in their eyes as they looked up at me. "Who are you?" they chorused together. "The spirit that has been haunting you. I am Ashley, the Luna you all killed." They were white with horror and their teeth clattered in an attempt to speak.

I watch as she is engrossed in a conversation with a few other girls before I get bored. I decide to wander over to a tree far from everyone and just watch. I don’t know why I agreed to come. My leg is throbbing and father will kill me. I spend most of the night by this tree, forgotten by the world. Sudden I look over and a boy is walking towards me. “Hi, I’m Nick. Would you like something to drink,” he signs. “Hi, I’m Ahsoka and no thank you. I don’t drink alcohol.”

"Then why would a perfectly good heiress run around building teams and pretending to be a nurse? What are you trying to do?" Did rich people all have this kind of eccentric streak? Ivy laughed awkwardly. "I'm not actually a nurse. I borrowed the uniform. I heard you were in a car accident and came specially to see you, but I was afraid you'd think it was too forward... "And I built this team because of you. I like you. That is why I entered this industry. "Ash, join Immortal Ashes. I want to build a team just for you. From now on, you will be second-in-command at our studio."

His parents died when he was young and his wife and child died in a car accident a year ago though there is still something telling me to not trust him. “Sir, Kat and her friends are at Leon’s now. It seems they are helping to remodel his home,” says Hunter. “Have soldiers keep watch over. I don’t trust him.” “Already done.” “You have more information I see.” “Yes, Kat’s mother, Ahsoka, is half angel, half human but was blessed by the moon goddess with a wolf. Ahsoka’s father was murdered when she was a baby as was her mother but she just ascended back to heaven. Ahsoka was raised by Ryan Banks, warlock leader of the Dark Coven.”

"I hardly know anything about them." "My Mom's name is Claire, my Dad is Killian. They had a rough start as mates, but it worked out in the end. I have an annoying little brother, Brandon, and a couple cousins." Asher's voice was gentle, his hand tracing circles along my spine. "What else would you like to know?" "Where are they now?" I asked, my words somewhat slurring together. "How did they have a rough start?"

Aysel declared with unwavering determination, her voice tinged with defiance and fear. "Tell them to leave! I despise you! I despise them! You're all heartless monsters!" Aysel's words dripped with anguish as her voice cracked into sobs. Turning away, Aysel's body trembled as she wrapped her bound hands around her naked form, seeking solace in the protection of her knees. Aysel's irritation was palpable, her skin prickling as if in protest against the intrusive and disrespectful advances of the men. "Anthony? Where are you, Tony? Why haven't you arrived yet? I need you now, Tony. Your little rabbit needs you. Your child needs you," Aysel whispered, her heart heavy with unshed tears streaming