Dark Ash Ketchum Novels & Stories

"Where is Lucian?" ​"Lucian is dealing with the mess you left in Zurich," Harrison replied smoothly, his eyes narrowing just a fraction. "Or did you think I wouldn't notice the quiet paper trail you left behind before coming back here? He's angry, Seraphina. He's torn. And right now, he cannot protect you from the reality of this room." ​Before I could answer, the double doors at the end of the corridor hissed open. ​Dr. Jonathan Sterling stepped out, pulling his surgical mask down around his neck. Sterling was the chief of hematology, a man whose career, research labs, and lifestyle were entirely funded by the Vance Foundation. He carried an iPad, his fingers twitching slightly against the

“Thanks for that, Eden. Love you too. Pretty sure Bailey wasn’t after my resume.” Eden chuckled. “Well, if she was, it would go something like that, would it not? Asher Alcott, Beta of the pack, grumpy old bastard, with a face to match. Dark and mysterious with a face like a smacked ass. Face sure to crack if he attempted to smile and no clue how to mix with other people. Interaction with people limited. Do not expect conversation. If you want help, bring chocolate to bribe.”

Right after posting it, while I was still reading comments mocking me for putting on a tough front, I saw Immortal Ashes Team’s official account tag me in a post, openly standing by my side. "The crowd follows the herd. The strong walk alone. Those who don’t know how to cherish what they have will lose it. Ash Mercer, we stand with you. IA will always be your strongest backing."

Ash says before his expression shifts and he starts digging where Chaksy is probably buried. "Omg Ash what are you doing!" I call out and glance towards the house to see if granny is anywhere in sight. Ash continues to dig. "Aldertree was like a super ultimate dog lover. He told his dog everything and trusted him with whatever. Maybe he still does it. Even in death." After a couple of minutes something that resembles a coffin appears and next to it there is a thick black cube with a chip next to it. " Who would ever suspect a grave? And it's dishonourable to dig out a grave so no one would randomly do it unless they have a reason to. Perfect hiding spot. Fucking bingo." He picks up everythin

I smiled and nodded. “I’ll say,” I said, “It feels like working in the bar was a lifetime ago.” “Well, allow me to formally reintroduce myself. My name is Asher Bowman,” he said holding out his hand and flashing me a charming smile, I took it to shake but he held on to it “I am Alpha of the Crimson Shadow pack,” and then he raised my hand to his lips before kissing it “it is my pleasure to meet you Miss Kaeleigh Buckley,” I tilted my head as I thought on his name, I knew it sounded familiar but again not totally sure where from. It felt like there was something else, other than at the bar, that gave me some sort of flash of memory, but it was gone before I caught it. I had heard names of sev

“Where, or what? Which one would you like to get now? Or will it be both? You decide.” Julianne knew what he was talking about. He was asking if she wanted to get the book now or get answers to the questions she had. And if she wanted both, she would have to visit the boy’s dormitory. “What is he talking about?” Marianne asked her. Cassian tilted his head to the side and said to Marianne, “So you are Ash’s new friend.” Julianne couldn’t think straight at the moment, especially when Maximus was looking at her like he knew something about her. And one thing she knows is that it was one of the two that gave her friend the bite marks. And yet, she had to help Marianne out.

The air smells like horses and male sweat, sweetened by the heather that grows in the surrounding mountains. A little way ahead of them stands James with a large white horse. Its mane is the color of moonlight. He’s looking away from his men, up at the sky. Not far from him, I spot Blake. He’s dressed all in black, and stands still among the chaos. The wind ruffles his dark hair. His expression is unreadable. A flash of anger surges through me. I walk to him, and tilt my head. There is no smirk on his lips. He emanates darkness.

she informed. Drake stood up from his seat beside his stray. “What do you mean it is fake?” he questioned. Millie bit her lower lip, finding a good answer. “I-It’s. . . it’s not the antidote, alpha. The poison on Emily’s body was deadly and rare to find for its antidote.” She answered, looking down at the ground. “I... I think we should start to find the lotus flower and the neem plants at Mount Doqu, alpha.” Millie said, her lips trembling.

★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★ Damon’s mother, Light, was basking in the peaceful moment as she watched over the pup. He was a sweet little boy, no more than three years old, his tiny body curled up in sleep, his breathing soft and rhythmic. Light’s once troubled eyes, now calmer and filled with a nurturing warmth, softened as she brushed a strand of hair from the pup’s forehead. This child, whom Damon had taken under his wing, had become a light in their lives—a reminder of innocence amidst the darkness they often faced.

, Bright beamed. "Wait...since you gave me this wonderful day to remember, I have something for you too. It's not as good as this, nothing will ever be. But I need you to have it...", Ash whispered taking out the box in his hand. Bright opened the box and saw a beautiful pendant in a leather bracelet which was recognizably something a white dragon leader would own. "This belonged to my great grandfather and is passed down in every generation. My grandfather gave it to mom and mom fixed it for you...she gave it to me before our wedding. But I wasn't sure if you'd take it...", Ash voice went down.