Ex And Ash Manga Novels & Stories

she roars with laughter. “Sorry about that,” my lip pulls back as Elijah settles beside me, “-I didn’t know it was going to happen until, well, when it did,” I shuffle awkwardly, “-um, I suppose to put a long story short, me and Ash may be linked to some Royal bloodline. Nothing is definite yet, so it's no biggie,” I try to pass it off, not wanting it to be made into such a big deal given Ash’s reluctance to explore the possibility.

Ash hesitates and looks at me. “Are you sure you want to do this now? We could do it once all this mess has blown over. It’s not long now until we will be free to do what ever we want.” I walk over to him and reach around him to turn the shower on. “Yes, I want to do this. Two reasons, one I want to be clean and two I love being with you and we haven't really had a chance to do that. So I’m going to make the most of this opportunity. You never know when something else like this will happen again.” That seems to be the only confirmation that he needs. He gathers me in his arms holding me tightly for a minute. Before slowly reaching down and grabbing the hem of my dirty and blood covered shirt

My magic, always simmering just below the surface, surges through me. The power is overwhelming, beautiful and terrifying in equal measure. I fall to my knees, palms pressing against the blackened earth. The ash shifts beneath my hands. Shapes bloom out of the black dust like flowers made of shadow and regret. Wraithlike figures with wolf eyes and broken bones. Others are small and hunched, their faces obscured by veils of mist. All of them are etched with faint lines of light. Brands of exile, marks of shame. The signature of the Ash-born.

She kissed my chest. "I love you and I know that you love me too. That's the only reason why we both haven't killed each other. But we have destroyed each other beyond repair... We are not the people we met and fell in love... I am not angry at you but I also can't forget whatever you have done to me... We are damaged and we can't fix it. The fire between us has turned into ashes now..." "Don't say that..." I am ready to take any punishment to fix it.

I’m always shy to talk about my emotions with her so I make sure I’m always cheerful when we are talking. Gamma Sol is kind but I see my relationship with him as a bit formal, like I am one of his task or job since the Luna of Regal pack wanted to take care of the orphan kids as her proposition. Maybe… Cruz? Ash’s brother is fine but he is more annoying than friendly towards me. I don’t think he would want to talk about this mate thing. He is too manly, easygoing type. Oh god! Why aren’t you answering my call Ashira!

His shoulders were broader and his hair was longer. "Hello Dex." Ash gave him that large grin of his and the pieces of my heart pulled together again. I had missed that grin of his. I had missed his scent, his presence and his alright goofy self. I had missed my twin so much. I had forgiven him finally, but there was still a tightness in my chest. "Hi, Ember! It's so lovely to finally meet you." A young girl with Larminiel's hair and blue eyes stepped forward. "Oh right, sorry." Ash said bashfully. "This is Layla."

He stood there looking solid and sharp, the kind of man who radiated elite martial ability just from the way he carried himself, with prominent temples and a focused intensity behind his eyes that never quite dimmed. Once he had taken in everything Asher told him, he broke into a wide grin and walked straight over to Andrew with his hand extended. "Andrew, thank you for letting go of any hard feelings between us. The fact that we managed to move past all that and get on the same page really means a lot." Andrew smiled back. "As long as you're not still sore about me putting you down back in Chetvine, we're good."

Like something that doesn’t want to forget being open. “ELORA!” Ruby yells. “I’ve got it!” I choke. The creature thrashes, its body unraveling as the breach narrows. YOU CANNOT CLOSE WHAT YOU ARE, it screeches. “Watch me,” I snarl. The silver surges—not outward this time, but in. Wrapping the tear, stitching it together with something that feels like choice made solid. The creature screams one last time,and collapses into ash. The tear snaps shut. Silence crashes down.

The nearest chair shattered against the stone wall before I had even registered moving. Splinters flew. My hands were already claws, and my breath came in ragged snarls. Ashina. My Ashina. The Phoenix, who had once burned kingdoms beside me. The wolf whose mark I bore. The woman whose scent still lived on my skin. She had agreed to give him an heir? I hurled the table aside, the polished wood crashing and breaking like a brittle lie. The silver cut across my palms when I struck the mirror, shattering my very reflection. Good. I didn’t want to see myself.

Just then, a small head peeked through the suffocating smoke. “Madam, do you need any help?” someone asked timidly. I forced my eyes open and saw a young boy who was about the same age as my son. He was covered in ash and dirt, but his eyes shone brightly through the smoke. He was so small in size, yet he managed to muster the strength to help me up. Then, together, we slowly made our way outside. The path to the outside was incredibly challenging, and I felt like giving up several times.