Gym Skills Blue Ash Novels & Stories

“Yeah, don't women prefer to be mothers of cubs and take care of the house? I mean, y’all do yourself that way. “ “Cause they are taught that way? In high school, when the men are doing P.E we are being taught how to support and cheer them on cause we are not fit to do P.E or train. “ Becca snapped back. “Woah, it's fine. I'm sorry...” Ashray raised his hand in surrender. He watched her nod her head and then walked to the sports car he was working on previously. “How good is it?” she asked, and then looked at him.

“Anytime!” I had barely finished undressing when Ash shifted in a flash of blue light. Our shift has gradually become instantaneous. Over the last few weeks of training my glow, as I shift, has gotten brighter and quicker. This power will be beneficial in the coming battle. Aniya went over some moves with me before she jumped to the side of the mat. She shifted and activated the puppets Nichole made. A human puppet tackled me while I was watching Aniya. I quickly recovered and donkey kicked its head off. A few more came at me from different directions trying to split my attention. They were no match for me and Ash. We took them out with ease.

He looked around his Squad members smugly. Ashley hurriedly shook her head. "It's not completed yet, It took me a full year to learn just those moves. Maybe in eight months' time I'd have mastered it fully." She winked at Ethan. "Eight months!" Ethan, as usual, exclaimed in a rather loud voice. "We just have two weeks!"

“The way you look, you might’ve done better to hit the gym, or hell, I don’t know, a shooting range.” Knight looked back at her, not bothering to hide his irritation. Truth be told, he had thought about hitting up the reinforced training level at the AHDF headquarters to spar with anyone willing, but hadn’t cared for the idea of driving back there. Sitting in a car with his thoughts in traffic when he could be somewhere else with alcohol wasn’t appealing. “I’m not in the mood to talk,” he said. “Yeah, I can see that.”

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.

Hot. “You fight like someone who’s hiding something,” he whispered. I slammed my heel into his shin, broke free, and shoved him back. He stumbled, surprised, but just for a second. Then he grinned. The instructor clapped. “Good form, Reyes. Carver. You two should train together more often.” Gods, no. Ash glanced at me again as he walked off the mat. This time, he didn’t grin. He looked curious and suspicious. Like he was already putting pieces together.

“It’s glitching, I—” “Take it outside. Do not return until tomorrow.” Humiliation crawled up my neck as I grabbed my bag and bolted. The second the door shut behind me, the alarm died like magic. New text popped up. “Blue Gatorade. Now.” I wanted to smash the phone against the wall. Instead I bought the stupid drink and stomped all the way to Rink 2, anger and shame mixing into something ugly in my chest. The arena was freezing and almost empty. Asher was out on the ice alone, carving through orange cones with scary speed. The puck stuck to his stick like it was glued there.

It was so damn obvious like a red stain on a white surface. Emmett was on the floor, doing some push-ups like the information he was dishing out to me was the most random news anyone could have heard. I sat on the couch next to him, it was fun watching him do all those push-ups, enjoying the quiet groans that escaped his lips till talks led to another and flowed into him telling me he watched Dr. Myron and Gibson exchange handshakes and a few talks concerning my case before the day of administering that deadly medicine