Ex And Ash Manga Novels & Stories

I'll make it up to you when I get back. I stared at the messages on the screen, then tapped into a livestream pushed to my feed. In the livestream, Cameron was accompanying Lucy as she picked out a dress for a charity gala. His eyes followed her every move. I didn't reply. Instead, I quietly deleted every trace of him from my contacts. One final buzz came through. It was a confirmation text. [Your ID cancellation was successful.] Suddenly, chaos broke into the livestream. Cameron's assistant, Brendan Cole, burst into the frame, gasping for breath, his face pale as ash. He held a document tightly in his hands as he ran up to Cameron.

“I could crawl into the mind of anyone I feel like, just as I did you, but I'm limited to yours, though.” “Thank goodness,” She said with a long sigh, “Well,” She continued, “The first time you got into my mind, it was horrifying…I don't want to talk about that else my view of you will change.” My eyes narrowed, “You mean when I came to you in the form of ash?” “Yeah, that one. How did you pull that up?” She asked,d flinging her hands in the air; she winced a little, bringing her arm down slowly. “The injected area still burns.”

Young yoked up Asha by grabbing the base of her skull where he could grasp a little of her hair and neck. “Nah, it’s not whatever. Why you seeking release from a fictional character when you know for a fact that I’m here to give you what you need? Huh? You doubting my ability to be able to have you cumming until you pass out?” Young grasped her chin and leaned in to bite her lip, growling to try and cull the raging storm Blood had brewing inside them. Asha pulled away and blew air out of her mouth while she glared at Young.

Feeling more relaxed, he sips his drink again. Ash follows suit, also removing his jacket, and Kai can tell he’s nervous, but he smiles at his brother who gives a slightly tense smile back. Ash is always the slightly more introverted one, tending to prefer books to people. But when they’re in a relationship, they share one woman. That was just the way it always is with them. They know that if they ever get another shot at having a Mate, she’ll be shared between the two of them.

This was the strategy they came up with, kill the owners, take their resources, Repeat. Lisa and the rest of Team Ash were a special team of combat mages that worked directly under Xasha and were his own personal strike force. The 5 of them together could fight against a Thorium Realm mage and retreat with their lives. All 5 were riding at full speed on their bikes, they were riding on a thin layer of compressed mana only wide enough to hold the bike wheels. While they were moving fast, they could not catch up to a wind user like Xasha who could move at the speed of light.

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.

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.