Asylum Comics Novels & Stories

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.

Heroes know that things must happen when it is time for them to happen. A quest may not simply be abandoned; unicorns may go unrescued for a long time, but not forever; a happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story.? ―Peter S. Beagle,?The Last Unicorn Damien stepped off the Boeing C-17 Globe Master military transport, tactical gear backpack slung over one shoulder. His team followed behind him. "Welcome to Russia," Damien called out to the rest of the hunters and trackers.

“No. But I should have. Guys like you usually bring them with you.” I smirked. “Guys like me?” “Leather, tattoos… gunshot wound,” he said dryly. “You scream of trouble.” He wasn’t wrong. “And you don't want any of that?” “Name’s Ash,” I muttered when he didn't reply and finally regretted it. Where were we? Tenth grade? I was watching him move around the small room tending to my wounds with precision. “Noah.” He finally said, not looking up. “Thanks, Noah.”

It was the first time he had said Asia Song's name out loud. The gangs came in, others to do business, others with the instincts to start a fight, and others with their fake flashy jewelry, but they all found the same thing. Pools of blood and nobody in the vicinity. "What happened here?! Is this the right place?!" "Where are the kids?" Nobody could figure out the answer at the moment. Asia watched from a distance. He had decided to listen, even with his stubborn nature, because he thought the Phoenix's reasoning was rather sensible. He had already sent the librarian home, petrified with shock, but it did not bother him.

A secret about the new enemy that could change everything. "We’ve found it," I breathed, my voice barely audible. "The key to defeating them." Just as I was about to pull away, the sanctuary trembled violently, and a loud crack echoed through the air. The ground beneath us began to shift, and a dark figure emerged from the shadows—one of the new enemy’s emissaries, cloaked in malevolence, its eyes burning with intent. "You shouldn’t have come here," the emissary hissed, raising a hand as the sanctuary walls began to collapse. "Now, you’ve sealed your fate." We were out of time.

"Yeah, sorry. I'm here and trying to walk in." "Oh okay." Yet again I get too much joy from the disappointment I'm positive his words contain. "Have fun with your brunch and be careful with your ankle. I'll talk to you later." "Good—" I'm cut short by the loss of Ryland's call. Either he lost signal at the exact perfect moment or he didn't wait around to hear me say good-bye. Men. The door to Cosmo's opens and I shuffle my way into the traditional comic book store while Aspen waits for me away from the cool air outside.

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.

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.

“The Moon Cages weren’t built by Vales. They were built by the first covenants—ashbound covenants—after an ashbound girl ended a war by burning the wrong king.” My skin went cold. “That’s a story.” Vesper smiled. “No, Aria. That’s a warning with a date.” She lifted her hand and touched the air near my wrist. She didn’t touch me, but the mark flared anyway, responding. I winced. “Hybrid,” Vesper said softly, as if tasting the word. “Wolf and ashbound. Not Luna. Not Lycan royalty. Something older.” Kieran’s voice went rough. “She’s my mate.”

He was just messing with you…you're a freeman, Eren. I stared at him, dumbfounded.“ What? …. Did you hear the part where he said he was going to murder my family? He wasn't bluffing when he said that.” Aslan stood to his feet and went over to the shelves in one corner of the room. He brought out a book and placed it on the table right in front of me. “ You're the first man along with your family and my daughter to be marked free in this scroll without a death sentence,” he explained.