Kengan Ashura Novels & Stories

“If you’ve done anything… I repeat… anything… to harm Ashina, I swear on the blood of our ancestors, I will end you myself.” For a moment, silence stretched between us. Then Esther let out a mocking laugh. It started low, then rose into something wild and manic. “You still don’t get it, do you?” she sneered. “Ashina’s not coming back. Not in one piece. Not with her dignity.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” I gritted. Unfortunately, all she did was give a scornful laugh, as if it was a funny conversation we were having. “The Blackfang wolves will tear her apart. They’ll pass her around like a toy, break her spirit, humiliate her until she begs for death.”

And I, the rightful wife, had been exiled to this windowless storage room. The piercing ring of a cellphone suddenly shattered the dead silence, violently yanking me from my memories. "Hello, this is Elysian Crypts Eternal Rest," a graceful female voice said. "Miss Seraphina, are you still in need of the 'Twilight Ash Ceremony' you inquired about?" "If you place a deposit now, we can hold it for you for seven days. Otherwise, it will be offered to another noble awaiting their final slumber." That was the resting ceremony I had looked into a month ago.

Just as I was about to turn my gaze away, I witness Asher's hands come up to swiftly snap the neck of our driver. I scream. As the body slumps against the bonnet, then to the ground, Asher looks over at me, placing his finger against his lips. In utter disbelief, I only watch him, as he walks toward me. "Beyond that line of trees is Time's territory, another immortal. The lands have been unoccupied for the thousands of years he has been missing. It will give us the perfect place to speak alone," Asher say calmly, as if he hadn't just ended someone's life right in front of me.

Kane moved on autopilot showering, changing into a fresh black tee and jeans, then heading down to his garage. His fingers hovered over the keys of his favorite car, but at the last second, he grabbed the ones for his truck instead. Tonight, he was driving slow. It was nearly 8 PM when he arrived at the underground boxing venue. And he knew she would be there. The moment he stepped inside, the scent of sweat, metal, and blood hit him like a punch to the gut. The dim lights flickered overhead, casting deep shadows against the caged ring. Voices murmured, bets were whispered, and in the background, the steady thud, thud, thud of fists hitting punching bags filled the silence.

The Ashura was a humanoid magical beast with three heads and six arms. The Three forms of the Ashura, as a rank 4 technique, could inherently improve the martial art of a cultivator multiplying her attacks till they reached the number of arms of the Ashura. Each form, on the other hand, had more amazing effects. The First form could increase the number of attacks by a large amount, creating material after-images through the "Breath" of the cultivator. However, fighting in that way comported a heavy burden on the cultivator's mind.

ASHUR… Ashur was happy to see his Uncle and figured this would be the best time to mark Sam. This might be the last time all of his friends and family would be together to celebrate. He also knew that when they reached the pack it would be chaotic and very busy for at least a few weeks. He would talk to Nezerra and Aaliyah about staying an extra night. He wanted to make this special and celebrate the marking of his mate. He wanted to make her more than his mate. He wanted Sam to be his wife.

Not urgent. Expectant. Ruby mutters, “I hate it when ancient things are polite.” Gideon steps closer, awe and fear wrestling on his face. “This mark isn’t from the Frostbound King. It predates him.” That makes my stomach drop. “Predates… how much?” Gideon doesn’t answer right away. He kneels, brushing ash from the altar’s edge, revealing carvings I hadn’t noticed before—rings within rings, snowflakes dissolving into stars.

When he faced off with Maru last time, Ash used Septuple Slash to finish Maru off. He blasted the Septuple Slash and knocked Kenzo’s moves all the way off. Then, Ash attacked and broke through the Spring Rain of Kenzo. Subsequently, Kenzo immediately used Spring Thunder attack. Within the hollowness, Kenzo danced with the Katana sword in his hand and the sound of thunder reverberated alongside his moves. Boom boom boom...

Mane rushed to Asherah, swiftly sheathing Nightmare and Night’s Kiss in the process. The Asura was being suppressed by Komfo Anokye, but it was taxing to do so. Zica’s letter had taught him two things: one was that the Usurper was coming, and the other was how to put the Asura to sleep.

He loved how her stares made him feel. --- The night was still young. Jesse and K were out again on the street. They just finished eating, both of them were feeling so full and satisfied with their meal. Jesse got them Shoyu ramen bowls. K was berating him for eating the pork char siu slices on the side, being that he was Jewish. He just laughed it off, clearly rebellious of his faith and even went as far as mocking Judaism. He remarked that it was getting tougher and tougher to be a bad Jew. And that if necessary, he would kill his rabbi with a pork chop without any hesitation, should his religion be an impediment at how he wanted to live his life. K was so amused at Jesse's shrewd thinking