Gym Skills Blue Ash Novels & Stories

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.

She doesn’t have a healing ability like her mother did. I have been way overprotective of them both, but more so with Alina and I know that frustrates her. I can’t help it, I am too scared to lose either of them. It’s time they knew why and what their mother was. They both are black belts in Aikido, Judo and Karate just like Haley wanted. They’ve even taken down Mason a few times, pretty soon they will be just as strong as Akila and no one will be able to top them. Alina is best with a katana when it comes to weapons and Asher is a master archer.

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.

“You didn’t… catch your knuckles on anything else?” He frowned. “No?” “Maybe someone said something to you that you didn’t like.” His brow furrowed. “Maybe your wolf came out?” I asked. “What are you talking about? I went to the gym. I hit the bag. That’s what happened.” “You don’t have to lie to me, Asher. I can handle the truth.” “Cynthia. I genuinely do not know what you are talking about. If you are trying to get me to say something, you’ll just have to ask me.” He lifted his wounded hand. “I did this at the gym.”

“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...”

Ashley's pov The gym looked empty and I wondered if no one was ever around. I remember seeing the torn up open sign at the front so the gym is definitely open. But where was everyone? Where's Blake? He told me he was here and he'll wait for me. Dad had just dropped me off a few seconds ago. He had given me quite a few lectures before leaving. I dump my gym bag on the wooden bench on the far corner and sighed. I had chosen to wear a matching pink sports bra and comfortable yoga pants, finishing it off with sneakers. I also pulled my loose curly lengthy hair in a ponytail to keep it away from my face.

“Won't you prepare for school?" “I…uh, stayed up late. I'll be ready in twenty. Don't worry about me." “Make sure you have breakfast before you go. I'm not pleased you rejected dinner last night." There was a pause. “Why are these game pads on the bed? Who were you playing with last night?" “Xena." “Xena? Xena plays racing games?" Asher forced a chuckle. “I actually thought I could teach her, you know. We sort of made a bet."

—THE WHISPERING GLADES, AETHERIA— Madeleine followed Dante deeper into the Whispering Glades, her senses overwhelmed by the strange beauty surrounding them. Trees with luminescent blue bark reached toward a sky painted in colors she'd never seen before. Each leaf pulsed softly, like it had a heartbeat of its own. The air here didn’t just feel alive—it whispered. The air itself felt charged with magic, tingling against her skin. A symphony of rustling leaves, distant calls of unseen creatures, and the occasional rustle of feathers filled the air.