Azul Ashengrotto Novels & Stories

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

My other hand snaps up toward my assaulters throat as best as I can manage being pinned on my stomach. Another shot blocked so smoothly that I know this is not a battle I can win. The assaulter pins both my wrists above my head in one smooth motion, forcing them into the dirt as their weight settles over me like I'm nothing. I go still. Not because I'm done fighting, but because I'm thinking of my next move. Their grip tightens slightly almost as if they know my next thoughts. I tilt my head, meeting his eyes. Dark green swirling with flecks of gold. His eyes are breathtakingly beautiful. If he didn't have me pinned in the dirt with his cold gaze icing my entire body, I would have been enamo

Argon started shaking Asher suddenly. "Asher, stop! You're killing her!" Luca screamed from the ice. "Don't stop Asher, punch harder! Keep going, it's actually working!" Argon yelled out as he began digging alongside him. The ice began to crack and glow as Argon and Asher continued to beat the ice with all of their strength. "Hurry!!" Asher yelled out as he saw Kir’s blood splashing the ground on the other side of the mirror. CCCRRRRAAAAACCCCCKKKKKK!!

If the rumours are true, I know Asher must have some. "You know the immortal lands are no place for her," Asher mutters in reply, turning his back as of to expel all of the conversation. It left an awkward air between us, even as Aspen continues to fight his brother, who has walked to a cupboard hitched up on the wall. He opens it, pulling out a small crystal glass and an unfamiliar type of alcohol in a blue bottle. "She can help us, you know that," Aspen exasperates. Asher doesn't say anything, as he pours a drink, and turns back around. His persona from serious, has molded into one of amusement, as his eyes gleam testily.

Stella forgot the rest of it. She was at the boy's side in two strides. The skin on him was already pink, then red. Hives rose in a pattern across his belly and his shoulders. His face was hot. Stella's eyes flooded with red. She turned and grabbed me by the collar. "What did you do to my son?" I shook my head. The grip cut off my air. "Tell me, what did you put on the clothes? What did you do to Zane?"

The players and their pairs put the cards on the table and begin to add their numbers. -I shit on the mother who gave birth to him. -said Azael when he sees that the highest sum of numbers is held by the same boy who was at the entrance, the one who seems to want to ruin our lives and the same one who has not stopped looking at me throughout the game.

“I almost forgot. Luna Sylvia gave me this to give to you.” In her hand was a little golden name tag with “Violet” etched along the front in beautiful cursive. “A name tag?” I stated the obvious. Olive nodded, then leaned in like she was going to tell me a secret. “You see how ours is gold and how some of the other guests have silver ones?” She asked, waiting several seconds as I scanned the crowd. When I nodded, her lips thinned into a small line. “Silver means they have the rogue gene. Gold means they’re clear.”