Elsword X Aisha Novels & Stories

Hearing his words, she looked up with teary eyes, her voice filled with gratitude, "I will never forget this favour you've done for me.” In that tender moment, as Ahil meticulously wiped away Hiya's tears with the handkerchief, the air seemed to hold a subtle fragrance of care and understanding. His hazel brown eyes, framed by those enviable long lashes, bore into Hiya's, expressing an unspoken reassurance. His lightly brown hair, casually scattered on his forehead, complemented the overall charismatic aura that surrounded him.

Aisha's voice was quiet, apprehensive of the danger I posed. "That's better, Aisha. This last warning." Aisha nodded, tears brimming in her eyes. She bit her lower lip and looked out the window as the car sped along. I didn't care for Aisha; my thoughts were filled with Ella. But why was my mate a human and not a dragon? Duke Garcia approached me, his smile fading as he took in Aisha's tear-streaked face. Without a word to her father, Aisha dashed towards the mansion. The Duke's expression turned stoic as he drew closer, and I exited the car.

Because the only thing stronger than her magic was our memory of who she used to be. And maybe—just maybe—that would be enough. Far beneath the broken temple, beneath runes long forgotten, something stirred awake. A heartbeat. Not human. Not wolf. Not even god. But hers. Ash-Elixir wasn’t working alone. She was preparing someone else. And they had just opened their eyes.

The collar rune around my throat snapped—light cracking like glass. It dissolved. Mara’s face twisted with rage. “No,” she hissed. “You don’t get to—” “I do,” I snapped. I turned to the black-water seam and spoke the only command that mattered. “RETURN.” Ash surged—not upward, not outward—*sideways*, into the water like a hook. The black water fought, swirling, trying to swallow my ash. I clenched my jaw and pushed. “RETURN HER.” The water bulged. A shape rose.

"Then why would a perfectly good heiress run around building teams and pretending to be a nurse? What are you trying to do?" Did rich people all have this kind of eccentric streak? Ivy laughed awkwardly. "I'm not actually a nurse. I borrowed the uniform. I heard you were in a car accident and came specially to see you, but I was afraid you'd think it was too forward... "And I built this team because of you. I like you. That is why I entered this industry. "Ash, join Immortal Ashes. I want to build a team just for you. From now on, you will be second-in-command at our studio."

•ELIAS• “You will find Catherine at Eclipseborn,” I told Aisha when I called her again, keeping my voice steady even as something tight settled in my chest. “She’s there for a business arrangement, but you must be careful.” “Oh, thank you, Eli,” she answered warmly. “You’re the best guy in the entire world. I wish I could repay you for everything you’ve done for me.” “It’s alright, Aisha,” I replied. “Please don’t tell your sister I was the one who directed you to her location. She would never forgive me.”

Heart shaking in denial, I look at the face, now resting on my shoulder, eyes closed. I can hear shouting, but all I can see is Morris's unconscious face. Why did he do this?! CHAPTER 26 Morris 'If I had been that important, you would have fought for me.' Aisha has changed. She's no longer weak. There's a confidence within her that she had been lacking when she was a student. She’s a strong, desirable woman, and she's right. I never fought for her.

My fingers loosened against NightSword and it clattered away from me. Eryndor’s eyes were dilated, his canines dripping saliva as he dove for the sword, picking it up with a feral grin. He raised it above my head as I watched in horror. NO!, NightSword screamed in my head, in protest at being wielded by one not bonded to him. My ears popped and my vision was lost again as a powerful sonic blast emerged from the ancient weapon, a beam of energy spiraling outwards and slamming into Eryndor.

I outburst in frustration. Damien chuckled. "She'll be fine; she's just afraid. She's awake, Sage, maybe not mentally but physically. She needs assurance that she's safe before she can heal completely and wake." My brows furrowed in confusion. "She's an Afsrid wolf." I didn't say a word yet, but I digested what he had just said.