Gym Skills Blue Ash Novels & Stories

“No. But I should have. Guys like you usually bring them with you.” I smirked. “Guys like me?” “Leather, tattoos… gunshot wound,” he said dryly. “You scream of trouble.” He wasn’t wrong. “And you don't want any of that?” “Name’s Ash,” I muttered when he didn't reply and finally regretted it. Where were we? Tenth grade? I was watching him move around the small room tending to my wounds with precision. “Noah.” He finally said, not looking up. “Thanks, Noah.”

Or preparing for a crucifixion. "Wow bro, you've been getting a lot of good stuff," Sam said, standing over me. I heard what he was really saying: You're getting a lot of good stuff and I'm not. But whatever. He had his run of luck and now it was my turn. What was I supposed to do, feel bad about it? Ashley slowly bent her thin, pink legs and lowered herself down. Without touching me, she sort of tipped forward then, supporting herself with her hands, flat on the floor. Like she was going to do a push up. The best pushup e...

She submitted to his strength easily, and would simply lay under him, with her head on his paws. When pleased, Ash licked Nanda's muzzle, and she returned the act. In the evening, Asher invited Miranda for a dip in the lake, where they proceeded to partake in other activities aside from swimming. When it came to her vampiric abilities, Asher also coached his hybrid mate in growing her fangs, and using her super strength, enhance speed, high jumps, as well as heightened senses. Asher taught Miranda to hunt deer, and in human form they even raced each other.

With all the anger she felt, she wanted to run outside, find Hunter and take him apart with her bare hands. Ash wasn't particularly athletic: she didn't have a sport like her friends did. She wasn't very strong. She did a lot of manual labor and menial chores at the orphanage but at Saint Blaise's there was nothing to do but study and there was nothing to clean and no one to clean up after. She wasn't out of shape since she jogged with her friends every other day, but having good cardio wasn't the same as having actual combat skill. While Ash had been involved in a few scuffles growing up at the orphanage, she couldn't count any of it as real fight experience. They were just skinny kids braw

ATHENA The Ashford training facility gym smelled intensely of iron, chalk, and exertion. A heavy metal track blasted from corner speakers, vibrating against the concrete walls. It was raw, unpolished, and exactly what I needed to clear the sterile scent of Hayes’s office from my memory. Navigating past a row of battered treadmills, I spotted Jeremiah.

My skin prickles, heat crawling up my spine. Asher studies me for a long moment. Then he nods once. “Fine,” he says. “But we keep it controlled.” We move to a clearing just beyond the treeline. The grass is flattened from previous training sessions, the earth warm beneath my feet. Asher circles me slowly, assessing—not predatory, but alert. “Attack,” he instructs. I do. I lunge forward, faster than I ever have before. He blocks easily, redirecting my momentum with minimal effort, but I don’t miss the surprise in his eyes. We move again—strike, block, counter—our bodies close, breaths mingling.

Asher was a black American with dark messy long hair, a brawny physique and a pinched nose. He was a literal gym freak and had just come back from the gym. He looked sweaty and messy. “Hey, bro.” He greeted Liam, taking off his gym clothes. “Hey,” Liam replied. Asher grabbed his towel and headed into the bathroom. Liam got to his feet and walked out of the room. He strolled down the hallway and halted in the garden. Then he reached for his phone and dialed Caleb's number. “Hey, bro! What's up?” Caleb's excited voice came on the line.

“Don’t leave yet, Chocolate. Wanting to learn is never a bad thing. I shall always encourage you to come to find me when you have free time. How else are you going to improve if you don’t come for training?” He winked as if they shared some secret, which she guessed until she had shown up they had and flashed her a grin. “Well, as long as you don’t mind,” Sophia trailed off. “Never, my youthful Chocolate!” Asher yelled. “OKAY! Let us train. We shall start with 50 push-ups. If you cannot do 50 push-ups then you will do 50 sit-ups. If you can’t do that you will have to do 20 laps. If...”

—DAWNSPIRE CASTLE, SUNSTONE PEAKS, AETHERIA— Madeleine moved with growing confidence, her new sword almost singing as it cut through the air. Three days of practising with it had already improved her form dramatically. The blade gleamed in the morning light as she thrust forward, nearly catching him off guard. Dante stepped back, a flicker of approval in his golden eyes. "You're learning quickly." Madeleine couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips. Coming from Dante, this qualified as great praise.

Leg bouncing impatiently, eyes nailed straight to the same doorway, Blue hardly flinched as she spilled coffee all over her hand. It didn’t burn her. Rather, she pretended it didn’t burn her. Or, more accurately, she didn’t have the RAM to care. She wiped the soiled hand on her black jeans. Set her half-sipped coffee beneath her chair. Adjusted her grip on the spare. And her knee just kept on bouncing.