Elsword X Aisha Novels & Stories

Aisha’s smirk falters, “you wouldn’t dare.” “You want to try me?” Isla asks. “Then go ahead. I’d love to watch you explain why you jumped a first year who’s already on the Games list.” For a moment Aisha looks like she might try something. Then her jaw twitches and she snaps her fingers at her group. “Whatever. This isn’t over, human.” She shoves past me harder than necessary and stalks off with the others behind her. Isla exhales, her shoulders dropping. Then she looks at me.

Something clicked in her head and she blurted out, “Cosmo?” Eloise was forced to nod. “Yeah.” “Oh my God!” Sasha shot up straight, her energy suddenly returning. “Cosmo? So he likes Cosmo too? That means he’s not just your rival… he’s your love rival!” Eloise cut her off. “Are you hungry? Want to grab something to eat? And don’t forget to take your medicine later when you get home, you were soaking in the rain earlier.” “Hey! Don’t change the subject. You need to deal with this. Director Avis seems like someone with serious connections, and he’s not the type you can just talk your way out of things with,” Sasha said, her tone serious. She was suddenly alert again, her exhaustion gone.

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?”

Was that the reason why I was backing out? I didn’t even understand what the fuck was going on with me. I turned slightly toward Aisha, who was staring at him with open admiration. “This is my friend, Aisha. She works with us,” I said, gesturing between them. Might as well go on with the best of my ability. “Aisha, this is Calder Vaughn.” Aisha rose to her feet, a bright, slightly nervous smile lighting up her face. “Hi. It’s really nice to meet you. I’ve… heard a lot about you.”

" 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."

Elijah finally promised this and left. Elijah's heart is getting heavier especially since he found out a lot about Alessia. Alessia is mortal, high probability of being killed in the wild. But Elijah couldn't help but wonder. If Roselle had said that when she had just met Alessia, she would have believed it because Alessia's aura was so weak that Elijah thought of her as a child. But now, it's like a normal immortal so Elijah can make sure that Alessia is immortal and not a mortal—he hopes so.

It made me wonder what was so important, and against Colin’s sensible advice not to pry, I— ***** Aisha’s monologue was interrupted by the door crashing open. Alisa barged into the room, her blond hair loose and messy, and all she had on was a purple velvet robe tied loosely at her waist. She must have been looking for them in a hurry, once she realized what Aisha had planned. And sure enough, hurrying after her were Colin, Freya and Bea, all looking like they had been dragged into this mess and held at gunpoint. Jester could not blame them—Alisa was angry, and an angry empath was a terrifying thing. “That was fast,” Aisha muttered under her breath. She took the cigarette from her mouth, and