Elsword X Aisha Novels & Stories

“Posion” POV Samatha The color of her hair is white, and her eyes are hazel. Did you notice that when she was happy or sad, her eyes turned a gold colour? “Yes.” “Ayesha is a white dragon Sam, she’s rare, though not as rare as blood-red dragons or black dragons. But she is third in line in rarity. She will be able to heal others, a strong and dangerous warrior, and is very family orientated. Her healing powers attract the wrong sort of dragons. It’s easier to fight wars when your army is able to heal quickly. I’m guessing she has been hidden among the humans for a reason.”

Arwan's whispering voice echoed, “It's been a while since I heard your thoughts.” “You got my message,” I asked happily. “Of course, there's no way I wouldn't… Melonie, I'm sorry about our son, I…” “Let's keep that aside, we have something much more terrifying to deal with,” I cut him off. “Alastor is after Ashera.” “What the hell is Ashera?” Arwan asked calmly. “It's a very powerful sword named after its last owner,” I explained, “Find it before Alastor does.”

“Why? Williams, you’re a firefighter. Don’t you know how toxic smoke is? “I told you that I was pregnant, but you gave the mask to Leia. Now, you’re asking me why I had an abortion? Are you pretending to be clueless?” I did not want to look at him any longer. I was afraid that I might feel disgusted if I did. Williams trembled and tried to hug me. However, Leia suddenly held her forehead and started falling to the side. Coincidentally, she fell right onto Williams. He withdrew his hands and quickly supported her instead.

Aisha sobbed harder, coughing through the cries, more blood staining her lips. “I made you drunk,” she admitted, gasping for air. “Took advantage of you. Made sure the pictures looked real.” She squeezed her eyes shut, her entire body shaking uncontrollably now. Sarah didn’t speak. Didn’t move. I stood there, jaw clenched so tight I could feel my teeth grind together. Aisha coughed again, harder, her body convulsing. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth as she struggled to breathe. I stepped forward, grabbing her arm, my fingers wrapping around it firmly.

“But something warped it. Something old. And then—nothing. She’s gone.” “Shielding,” Tito Armando said. “She doesn’t know how to shield like that,” Nerisa snapped. “Then if it’s not her, something else is doing it,” Odesa said from the shadows. Her voice was flat. Controlled. Dangerous. The elders stared. Ricardo swallowed. “You felt it.” “So did you,” Odesa shot back. “That wasn’t just Althea.” A responding force. Ancient. Primordial. The name none of them dared to speak: Mayari

“The five years he spent away from this pack, he spent it with us, right in my house.” Something violent pounded in my chest. I felt it in my ears, my veins, across my fingertips. The way my toes curled the moment she said that—they shouldn’t curl. I swear I hate Alistair. I swear this has nothing to do with me. I swear I don’t feel mad. But then— “Elara!” Someone shot. Right there, beside Alex who was waving at me, Alistair stood. His hands in his pocket, his green eyes staring right at Elsie, something unreadable on his face.

She pressed her warmth against the creature’s cold, rotting side. ​She channeled the power of the mate bond—not the "teeth," but the pure, unadulterated "sweetness" of the connection she shared with Elias. She pushed that feeling of belonging, of home, into the Sorrow-Wolf. ​The monster froze. The sobbing stopped. ​Slowly, the brambles began to fall away. The bone-skin softened. The Sorrow-Wolf looked at Rhea with a final, clear-eyed gaze before dissolving into a pile of clean, white ash.

Dark. Intricate. Not ink. Not entirely. Something older. Something that doesn’t belong on human skin. My breath catches. Because I’ve seen it before. Not like this. Not fully. But pieces of it. Fragments. Etched into old books. Spoken in warnings. Taught to pups who were expected to lead one day. My hand stills. My gaze locks onto it. “What… is that?” Nyxara moves instantly. Too fast. She grabs my wrist and shoves my hand away from her, stepping back in the same motion, putting distance between us again.

Shattered rock splinters sprayed across my cheek, cutting the skin, but I didn't feel the pain. Aisha materialized out of the smoke behind me, her movements so fluid and silent she looked like a phantom born from the mountain itself. Her charcoal coat was torn at the shoulder, stained with black grease and a dark smear of blood that wasn't hers. But her striking amber eyes were wide, glowing in the dim blue light with a terrifying, ecstatic intensity. She caught my upper arm, her leather-gloved fingers digging deep into my flesh as she hauled me behind a massive hydraulic transformer housing.

She led Tessa to the far corner of the store near the cleaning supplies, where few people passed. Ayisha leaned against the shelf, lowering her voice. “Listen to me, Tessa. Ethan can’t know I saw you.” Tessa frowned. “Ethan? Who is Ethan?” Ayisha hesitated, glancing around again. “He’s Ares’s enemy. Dangerous. He’s the one I work with now. If he finds out I made peace with you or freed the kids, he’ll kill me.” Tessa’s eyes widened. “Kill you? Ayisha—”