Dawn And Ash Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Chapter 7 Wendy’s POV The look on Asher’s face is one of pure shock and disbelief. He definitely underestimated me too much. I know I went out of my way to get that exact thing done but I had to teach him a lesson. I was dealing with a lot of idiot boys already and I shouldn’t have to get the same ass behavior from my so called mentor. I can’t help but smirk evilly at the success of a well executed plan. Asher is livid and the rest 9f the mentees are just staring in wide eyed shock. They may have worked out that it was me and I could sense that they knew of the tension between us already from the way I interrupted his lessons and now this.

It wanted to fall into place. I forced my breath steady, the way my mother taught me, the way you steady your hands before stitching a wound. Then I spoke the only words that had ever worked. “ASH.” Black cinders rose off the floor, spiraling around the circle. The runes flared, resisting, but the ash didn’t care. It tightened, thickened, becoming a wall—around Dax’s ankles, around the etched lines, smothering the glow. For one heartbeat, the pull on him eased.

LUCA He hadn’t seen the sun in forty-two days. The Veil’s prison was somewhere beneath the earth—he could tell by the constant hum of machinery and the damp smell of stone. Time didn’t move here; it dissolved. They kept him alive—barely. Enough to make sure he felt every breath he didn’t deserve. Every few hours, they brought the same question: Where is the Crown of Ash? Every few hours, he gave the same answer: With her. They beat him anyway.

For now, he allowed himself the luxury of ordinary presence: the careful sipping of warm tea, the quiet trading of small comments, June’s soft laugh as she teased him about his clumsy attempts at telling a joke. They kept conversation light and ordinary until they could not anymore. As the hour grew late and the ward’s lights dimmed to the hush of midnight rounds, they finally rose. June kissed Valerie’s forehead and, for the first time in a long while, felt something like a cautious, replenishing hope. They walked out together into the cool night, each with unspoken burdens, each with a small, private resolve. For Xander, the dinner had been everything he wanted it to be and everything he f

They stood there, caught in the moment—wishing, waiting, thinking… Then, as if snapping out of a trance, Dahlia cleared her throat and quickly turned toward the door. “Well… it’s getting dark and—” “Yeah, totally.” Asher blinked, regaining his composure before stepping toward the door. As he reached the threshold, he paused. “I won’t get Chloe’s hopes up unless I know for sure that you’re coming.” Dahlia gave a small nod in response. Another lingering glance. A silent exchange of something neither could put into words.

—DAWNSPIRE CASTLE, SUNSTONE PEAKS, AETHERIA— It was evening by the time Dante returned to Dawnspire Castle. The towers gleamed in the moonlight as he materialized in the central courtyard, his mind still reeling from the Oracles' cryptic warnings. A cool breeze carried the scent of night-blooming flowers, but he barely noticed, lost in troubled thoughts. "You're back."

Even the damn seagulls seemed to be squawking in approval. "Well," Bryce said, stepping forward, grinning. "Looks like there’s going to be another Easton wedding after all." "One with less attempted murder this time," Carol added. I laughed again, my head falling against Grey’s shoulder as the sun finally broke through the horizon, golden light spilling over the water. Grey pulled me close, wrapping me in the warmth of his embrace, his voice low and steady in my ear. "I love you."

Slowly and slowly, I'm drifting into sleep, all my thoughts swarm back to the shithole where they'd come. But my peaceful sleep wasn't long. I anticipated the crack of dawn so I could have out of...well, him. So yeah, I was quite excited and exhausted from my heated thinking. The night hatched out the day in split seconds of my sleep, my eyes sprang open once my door creaked open. “Rose!”

David woke up the next day all alone in bed. The hot and passionate night that he wished to be true was yet another wet dream. He palm his face and sat up on the bed. But wait... Something isn't right. He looked at his scattered clothes on the floor. And then he checked himself only to opened his eyes in horror. He remembered seeing Ashley in the house yesterday which is impossible since Ashley had vanished from the earth. Not to talk about seeing her in the house. So does it mean he brought another lady in the house and fucked her or what?

he said, his voice firm but gentle. I looked around, feeling trapped. "I... I'm working, please," I replied, trying to brush him off. But Asher's eyes didn't waver. "After work, I can wait," he said, his voice low and husky. I felt my heart racing, and my eyes pleaded with him to let me be. Just as I was about to sigh in relief, the bell above the store door jingled, signaling the arrival of another customer – Dylan.