Novelas y relatos de Gym Skills Blue Ash

Luna had to earn the respect of the pack. Maureen came at her again, faster this time. Olivia barely had time to react, blocking a punch only to be swept off her feet by a quick kick to her legs. She hit the mat with a thud; the breath knocked from her lungs. For a moment, she lay there, staring up at the ceiling of the gym, feeling the weight of her failure crushing her. "Enough!" Asher’s voice rang out from the other side of the gym, sharp and commanding. Olivia turned her head to see him striding towards them, his eyes dark with frustration. He reached her in seconds, kneeling besides her and helping her to her feet.

When I came out of the bathroom my dad handed me back my phone saying, “It will all be shipped to the new packhouse.” As we all head to the vehicles my dad turns to everyone and says, “Five more hours and will be their folks.”. Everyone nodes their heads and we take off again. Matt, Crystal, and Jackie start to talk about the training grounds and gym of what might need to be repaired or upgraded. Matt asks, “Hey Ash, do you think we’ll need to order new targets and gym equipment?.” Ashley replies, “I’m not sure what we’ll need for the gym and training facility yet, but we can start a list just in case there is a lot to replace or upgrade.”

It's an easy way to blow off steam. As I make my way out of the dorms, the crisp morning air is like a slap in the face. I start myself at an easy pace as I've never had this much open space to run. I take notice that the training grounds are in fact... not empty, though they aren't packed either. Other students running. Some students sparring. Even a few stretching together. And it's not hard to miss the many bondeds everywhere. Gods.

Just towards the end of the lesson, Mrs Jones noticed that Ashley wasn't concentrating. "Ashley" She called gently but Ashley had totally spaced out. She was oblivious of her environment and her eyes were no longer focused. In her imagination, a man yelled, "You will no longer leave this place and that's final!" And then, there she was in a green robe and a silver crown on her head, crying like a baby. "Father...." "Ashely" Mrs Jones called again, snapping her fingers in Ashley's face. "Huh?" Ashley snapped out of her imagination. Balls of sweats trickled down her face and she quickly wiped it off with her handkerchief.

‎Ash and Aiden were in the middle of it. ‎Their shirts were discarded somewhere near the edge of the field leaving sweat-slicked skin gleaming under the sun. Muscles flexed and tightened with every strike, every dodge, every brutal counter. This kind of training wasn’t just about strength. It demanded speed. Precision. Awareness. One wrong move, one delayed reaction, and a dagger could find a vulnerable spot. ‎Ash fought like a tactician even with his fists controlled, efficient. He twisted an opponent’s wrist sharply, disarming him with ease and sending the dagger spinning into the dirt before landing a solid strike to the man’s chest.

I'd rather die free than live as his toy," Ash replies, and her certainty surprises me. I stare at the forest edge fifty yards away. Beyond those trees lies wilderness for miles. No roads, no shelter, no food. I can barely survive a five-minute shift without collapsing. How could I possibly make it alone in the wild? But staying means Thorne Blackwater's hands on me. His teeth in my throat. His twisted games until there's nothing left of Jolie Rys but screaming. "She's probably upstairs crying into her pillow right now," Gio says, his laughter carrying through the storm. "The pathetic little ash wolf can't even hold her form long enough to hunt mice." The memory comes running down. Three mon

If the rumours are true, I know Asher must have some. "You know the immortal lands are no place for her," Asher mutters in reply, turning his back as of to expel all of the conversation. It left an awkward air between us, even as Aspen continues to fight his brother, who has walked to a cupboard hitched up on the wall. He opens it, pulling out a small crystal glass and an unfamiliar type of alcohol in a blue bottle. "She can help us, you know that," Aspen exasperates. Asher doesn't say anything, as he pours a drink, and turns back around. His persona from serious, has molded into one of amusement, as his eyes gleam testily.

(Prince Nyx POV) I opened my eyes and looked around. Everyone was asleep now. The room is only dimly lit by a night light hanging in the far corner. I sat up from the bed and untied the wound in my abdomen. I cringe at the wound. I can’t believe the human's got hold of Zylian poison. But I guess I am lucky to be found and treated by my mate or else I am sure I will be in serious trouble. The wound is not wholly healed but I’m sure I will be healed completely in a week or less than that if I can get medical treatment from my planet healers.

Before I had the chance to take a damn breath, he was charging at me like a freight train. Defense is my stronger point. I'm small and fast, so I can typically get out of situations easily. Fighting against Alpha Asher was an entirely different story. Every single move he made was calculated specifically for me. It was like he instantly knew his opponents weaknesses and adjusted his technique to use it against him. The only thing I had against Alpha Asher was my agility. I had taken gymnastics until I was fourteen, and still practiced what I had learned. Agility would've been more helpful if Alpha Asher wasn't so damn fast.