Asylum Comics Novels & Stories

The nearest chair shattered against the stone wall before I had even registered moving. Splinters flew. My hands were already claws, and my breath came in ragged snarls. Ashina. My Ashina. The Phoenix, who had once burned kingdoms beside me. The wolf whose mark I bore. The woman whose scent still lived on my skin. She had agreed to give him an heir? I hurled the table aside, the polished wood crashing and breaking like a brittle lie. The silver cut across my palms when I struck the mirror, shattering my very reflection. Good. I didn’t want to see myself.

Her copper rune-threaded robes fluttered as she turned, eyes locking onto mine with a smile too sharp to be warm. “Elias,” she said, voice airy and bright as ever. “We need your help with a bit of an anomaly.” “Aurelian,” I replied flatly, not bothering to ask. “I heard.” Ashleigh didn’t deny it. She just flicked her wrist, and a scroll snapped open midair between us. “The gate scan confirmed dragonblood. Four times. Same result.” I raised an eyebrow. “And your solution is to… assign me babysitting duty?”

Whatever she might have said next was lost under the sudden crash of paramedics through the doorway, a stretcher, hands prying mine gently but firmly off Kai’s shoulder, a voice telling me to step back, sir, please, step back and let us work, and I found myself shoved to the edge of the room watching strangers lift the man who’d thrown his own body over mine without a second’s hesitation, watching his blood soak dark into a white gurney sheet while his eyes searched the room and found me one more time before they wheeled him out. “Elias.” Barely a whisper, almost lost under the noise. “The letter. Your father’s desk. Don’t wait for me.” Then he was gone, out through the ruined door, down the

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A girl with madness in her eyes. Instead, I'm small. Barely taller than his shoulder, hair braided back out of my face, a thin scar slicing through my eyebrow and down the side of my face. The only dangerous thing about me is my mouth. "Did the kingdom run out of criminals," I ask, voice dry, "or are we celebrating something special today?" He scowls. "You've been released." I blink once. Then I laugh. Not because it’s funny, but because it is absolutely ridiculous.

So when a Necromancer terrorist group waged war against law-abiding citizens and started wreaking havoc, the Chicago became a shitshow and immediately converted to a worst kind, not even the local normie police could handle. Which meant the best counterattack came not from local human authorities but in the form of government-backed Awakens. “Where the fuck is our cover fire?” Knight Adamson gritted his teeth and raise his hand casting a shield but flinched when magic bullets started raining down at them. He glanced over at his second-in-command and communications and infiltration specialist Sergeant Rina Abello, as she dropped down beside him, magically enhanced AKR-75 assault rifle tightly

Ordered Lance. “Then I choose home alone” I laughed. “The lady of the house has spoken, home alone it is” Jack advised as he leaned back. “Love that movie” Ryan advised as he sat on the other side of me. “I thought you would choose some love and romance” Warren sighed as he cuddled up with Lance on the other couch. “I am more a comedy kind of girl, I would rather laugh then wish for something I can’t have.” “You will get your happy ending, I promise” Jack whispered in my ear. My whole body went up in goosebumps. Would he be my happy ever after?

Please come with us. Her eyes locked onto mine. There was a faint trace of pleading in them. I closed my eyes and pretended not to see. A few days later, the results came out. Stella admitted she had killed Hudson. She had sent the child to an orphanage. She would be facing more than a decade in prison. By then, I had already renamed the company. Holt Group. Cassia and I held a grand wedding. At the ceremony, I looked at her gently. "Will you marry me?"