Dark Ash Ketchum Novels & Stories

I don't want to conclude yet, but my guts are never wrong. This man, my boss. Javan Torres. He is fucking creepy.

Tears streamed down my face, dripping into my father's ashes and staining them dark. I did not wipe my face. I did not respond to Stella. I did not look at Hudson, who stood beside her with an undisguised smirk. I reached out with trembling hands, gathering the ashes little by little, trying to put them back into the urn. "I'm sorry, Dad... I'm so sorry... this is my fault..." Hudson had his arm around Stella's waist. He let out a theatrical sigh. "Damon, don't take it too hard. The man is already dead. Besides, this was your own carelessness..."

He was raven haired, had piecing black eyes and was dressed in all black. Normally, seeing someone dressed in all black would give me chills especially because I had a bad history with black. This time, I didn't hear my blood roaring in my ears. The guy looked desperate. Not desperately in need of money, but answers. His dark eyes held secrets, unsolved mysteries and something darker. Something dangerously attractive. Like fire. "What do you want?" "I.. I'm in search of someone but I've got no leads on them. Can you help me?" first rule a girl learns is that,

He looked directly into the camera, his eyes seeming to bore into mine. “Hello, brother,” his recorded voice said, smooth and mocking. “I do hope you’re not too disappointed. I couldn't risk you interrupting my actual business, after all.” He took a slow sip of his whiskey. “Rico was a gift, you know. A necessary sacrifice. So loyal, so predictable. The perfect bait to draw the great King of Ashes out of his castle.” A cold dread, far worse than anything I’d felt on the rooftop, began to creep up my spine. This wasn’t the main event. This was a diversion.

Just then, a small head peeked through the suffocating smoke. “Madam, do you need any help?” someone asked timidly. I forced my eyes open and saw a young boy who was about the same age as my son. He was covered in ash and dirt, but his eyes shone brightly through the smoke. He was so small in size, yet he managed to muster the strength to help me up. Then, together, we slowly made our way outside. The path to the outside was incredibly challenging, and I felt like giving up several times.

“They’re not real. They can’t be. Vampires and werewolves and witches, that’s a huge stretch, but fine, okay, maybe, but dragons?” My pulse raced. My hands trembled. The words hit like a punch in the gut. I took a step back. Then another. “You’ve made a mistake,” I said. “I’m just a girl. Just Nora Carver. An unwanted orphan with a bad attitude and a glitchy brain. I don’t have power. I don’t have a legacy. I barely even have a past.” Ashleigh’s hair turned a pale gold as she said, “But now you have a future.”

“Silver didn’t know they were mates. When he found out… well, it wasn’t pretty. And Sloth’s real name is Caleb.” As he spoke, my eyes kept drifting back to him—to the way he smiled, the way he absentmindedly ran his fingers through his hair. I caught myself smiling too. I didn’t like it. “Hey,” Derick said. “Ashiel? Are you listening?” “Yeah—yes.” I stepped back quickly. “I need to talk to Damien. About Sloth. I’ll… I’ll talk to you later.” Before he could say anything else, I turned and walked away.

Callum said. “I know this is awkward my lord, but “I’m an honest Moonclaw chicken farmer,” Asher said, looking up at Callum. “I live on the outskirts, and rear chicken for coin, I was chasing after a wild boar that stole my chicken in the forest, and when I saw rogues fighting, I took my shot. That’s it.” He continued. Callum frowned and took a step forward. “I can smell you,” he said, turning to the patrol officers.

Sure that she wasn’t crying anymore, she turned to gaze at me like she was admiring something. “The Alpha, the only one who acquired the flame sword Aura without a teacher to teach him or an elemental wolf link connection.” I went silent, stunned by what had crawled into my ears. Ryu didn’t learn flame sword aura from a master, nor was he an elemental wolf. That had to be one of the craziest things I’ve heard. “The Alpha is the strongest amongst us and is also the only one who could ever chase off the Moon Hound Pack who kept to our tail. Their Alpha is such a jackass.”

He held out his hand to me, saying, "In case you didn't catch it, I'm Liam." I shook his hand and gave him a flat smile. "I'm Etheral." He nodded and gestured to the others. "The one to the left is Mel, and the other one is Yap." I shook their hands, still a bit uneasy and unsure in the presence of these strangers, but doing my best to hide it. My senses finally allowed me to tag a name onto the wolves that had previously chased me. Mel would be the black wolf, and Yap was the dark brown one.