Elsword X Aisha Novels & Stories

I guess her loyalty to Ruhun Daji was so deep that she felt uncomfortable being in another spirit's shrine. I looked under the calabash, and just as I thought, there was nothing there. I was about to turn away when a whisper urged me to look with my mind's eyes which was quite impossible. So I did the next best thing. I returned to Aisha to tell her the situation, but to my surprise, I saw her communicating with a small white light the size of an orange. The light went into her without warning. She turned to look at me, and her eyes were as white and bright as the light. She walked up to me, placed her hand on my forehead and whispered to me.

Rain pattered soft on Sienna’s hood, a steady drip that matched the thud of her boots on the muddy path. Lila led the way—small, hunched, her coat too big, her steps shaky like she’d collapse any second—and Sienna followed, her jaw tight, the vial a cold lump in her pocket. Roman trailed a few paces back, silent, his presence a weight she couldn’t shake—his heat, his kiss, still burning on her lips, a mistake she couldn’t unmake. Her chest ached, raw and tangled, and she hated it—hated him for making her feel it, hated herself for letting him in even that much.

I knew she was facing something monumental, and I could only hope she was ready for it. Suddenly, the air shifted, and I felt a presence. My breath caught in my throat as a vision unfolded before me. Trees loomed tall, and green vegetation surrounded a group of beings—men, aliens, and animals—all gathered together, united in their purpose. An elder guardian emerged from the midst of them, her aura radiating strength. She stepped forward, her eyes locking onto mine. “You are here, Annalise,” she said, her voice echoing through the clearing. “We have awaited your arrival.”

she said. The word barely left her lips. But it carried weight. “What kind of whispers?” Krager asked. Aisha shook her head weakly. “I don’t know. Not clearly. But they don’t stop.” My mind raced. “The bond,” I said slowly. Aisha nodded. “It’s not one-sided,” she said. “She may have placed her essence inside him…” A pause. “But something inside him is pushing back.” Krager exhaled slowly. “The wolf spirit.” “Yes.”

the atmosphere seemed to call to her. The sphere pulsed. The runes on her desk ignited. Theo’s hand brushed her arm. “Steady—” But it was too late. The energy flooded through her veins like starlight turned liquid. Images flared behind her eyes—wolves made of constellations, a moon bleeding silver, and a woman’s voice whispering, Daughter of the stars… awaken. A rush of power tore free. Light exploded from the desk, scattering the class in a chorus of gasps. The sphere cracked down the middle, and from its core burst a silver wolf—ethereal, luminous, and very much alive.

Her copper rune-threaded robes fluttered as she turned, eyes locking onto mine with a smile too sharp to be warm. “Elias,” she said, voice airy and bright as ever. “We need your help with a bit of an anomaly.” “Aurelian,” I replied flatly, not bothering to ask. “I heard.” Ashleigh didn’t deny it. She just flicked her wrist, and a scroll snapped open midair between us. “The gate scan confirmed dragonblood. Four times. Same result.” I raised an eyebrow. “And your solution is to… assign me babysitting duty?”

" I was about to fall to my knees again. I would have. The pride and dignity I'd had walking in here had been gone for hours. I just wanted my father back in my arms. That was when the noise hit the house. A black SUV came through the front gate, straight into the living room. The floor-to-ceiling windows shattered. Glass flew everywhere. Through the dust, the driver's side door was thrown open. A tall figure stepped out, backlit. I could not see her face. I knew her from the way she carried herself. Cassia Wynn. The fear and grief I had been holding in broke loose the moment I saw her.

I offered, the words leaving my lips before I could stop them. A ghost of a smile touched her lips. "No, no. You are a guest. Please, rest. It has been a long while since I have had company." Her fingers found two ceramic cups, a slight fumble betraying her as she set them on the counter. "I am Seraphiel Aethel," she said, turning to face us, a cup held in her delicate hands. "And you are?" "Thalia Cevrean," I answered. She started towards us, but my eyes darted to Cassius. His voice was a low, unnerving calm. "I am Cassius Glimoak."

She knew that a difficult decision lay before her, one that could alter the course of their lives and the fate of their kingdom. Alisha's eyes widened as the realization struck her. She was a witch, well-versed in the mystical and the unseen. She could sense the depth and intensity of the bond between Ashier and Blair, the mate bond that transcended ordinary connections. It was a bond of life and death, one that would intertwine their emotions and bring them both joy and pain. Alisha understood the gravity of this bond, its unbreakable nature and the profound implications it held for Ashier's destiny.

It was fear, curdled into something monstrous by nineteen years of practice, and she had just watched the one person she’d spent her whole life protecting nearly die because of the exact silence she’d kept. Kai’s eyes opened. Not far, not steady, but open, and they found me first, before Renata, before the wrecked room, before anything else, and something in his face when he saw me eased for a half second even through the pain, before it tightened again with the effort of speaking. “Elias.” His voice was wrecked, barely a breath. “Did he. Are you.” “I’m fine. You threw yourself in front of a bullet, you absolute idiot, I’m fine—”