Legendaries Protective Of Ash Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

She didn’t know how, but the realization made Asha all the more determined to make that softness happen for the both of them. Young kept glancing down at Asha’s smaller hand as her grasp got progressively tighter in his, wondering how she was emanating a protective vibe. Not only as a man, but also as the supernatural being of their duo it was his stature and status that should always embody that role, or so he thought. Whatever was going through his sweet angel's head was causing the version of her that stood up to anyone no matter how daunting on the behalf of those she loved rose up in arms. He was always taken aback when she showed him that she was always willing to go to war for him so

Alex glared at him and then scoffed. "It's strange but I think we should go in. I'm kinda getting curious now. She called me 'My lady' and then she said 'Owen' and 'Edmund'. I really want to know what this is about" Said Ashley. "if anything goes wrong and I make it out of here alive, I won't forget to kill you I swear" Said Alex with a hint of seriousness. "You really can't stop behaving like a jerk. Can't you just trust him? At least he was your ex bestfriend" Said Ashely as a matter of fact but he ignored her and took the stairs.

Softly, he spoke, his words carrying a weight of sincerity, "Blair, I will always be by your side. I won't let any harm come to you again." Blair nodded, her trust in Ashier shining through her tear-streaked face. She had witnessed his unwavering protection and felt the strength of his love. She knew that he meant every word he spoke, and she believed in his ability to shield her from the darkness that had plagued her past.

Ash stroked his hair and said, “I know. When I was at school, their was an Alpha who love me more than anything, but the idiot Alpha is mine become so stupid when it's come to me.” “And because he desperately wanted to protect you, beacuse he want you to fulfill your dream and make your late father proud,” Alex corrected. He hadn’t even known that Ash was such a great omega fighter back then. He’d been surprisingly good in fighting, when Alex saw him kicking Type and Earth all alone and and with proud smile on his face, Alex feel like he the one and no one like Ash.

“But as from now on… I'm so done with your charades! I'm so done giving you a chance and now… I won't be your lackey anymore.“ Ashen grabbed my wrist. “Hey, Zevara…. Nina did nothing wrong. She was just being a good friend!“ My murderous glare flicked from his pathetic face to his disgusting hand on me. “Take. Your. Hand. Off. Me.“ Ashen left me and raised his hands in surrender. “Don't you touch me ever again, Ashen!“ I warned, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “Don't you ever speak to me too. I will never get back to you even though you're the key to my staying alive. I will rather burn in hell than stay by your side as a mate!“ I turn and started walking away. “Hey.. Zevara,” he calle

“The moment you joined our group, we already accepted you. Just like Remus and Maximus, I also don’t have any family left. We haven’t had any since a long time or anyone to look after us. But we have each other and we look after each other. We made our own family and even though we’ve had our own differences, we haven’t gone apart.” “You are not always alone, Ash. You will always have us.” He said with such certainty that it would be wrong not to believe him. His eyes fell on her hands and he said, “You have every reason to live and no one has the right to take that away from you. If it’s too hard, then just let go and let me.” He then took her hand and held it firmly. Looking up at her, he

"Enough of this!" Before I could even register his intent, a surge of frigid, alien power—like winter's frost given a razor's edge—slithered over my amethyst chains. They didn't just break; they crystallized and shattered into a thousand glittering shards. He was on his feet in a blur of white and silver, lunging for me. My own mana reacted on instinct, flaring into a protective amethyst shell around me. "Predictable!" he screamed, his own mana coalescing into a lance of shimmering, icy light. It struck my shield not with a boom, but with a high-pitched crack, piercing it as if it were fragile glass.

“Magister, why do we let garbage through the gates? Let me throw her to the stone giant and save us the paperwork.” I ignored him, but my left hand squeezed into a tight fist. My nails pressed hard into an old, ugly scar that hid my forbidden blood seal. It kept my real, dangerous ash-magic buried deep inside me. In this empire, that kind of magic meant death. It was the same power the lost Ash King used when he nearly burned the whole world a hundred years ago. “Put your hand on the stone,” Vane ordered. I stepped forward. My boots hit the hard ground, and I felt cold eyes burning into the back of my neck.

He can see Ashley trying hard to keep her eyes open. “Yup! Just a little sleepy,” Ashley replies. Aron knows that Ashley has a bright personality and everyone loves her for that but when she’s tired, she just can’t hide it and she needs to recharge herself by taking a nap. They arrive at their rooms and Ashley after some struggling with the door finally opens the door and gets inside. Aron sees her and lets out a chuckle. For Aron, Ashley is his muse. Aron has known her since childhood and he knows that Ashley’s a kind girl except the fact that she’s never kind to him because she has always considered Aron as her rival. She does not want anyone to worry about her so she pretends to be strong

“Ashval. Please. Protect me. Protect Thorne. Protect everything we’ve built.” The air shimmered gold. Ashval stepped out with a low growl, landing before me. His green eyes were dim with sorrow. I crouched and pulled him into a tight embrace. “Thank you, Ashy,” I murmured. “Thank you.” I pressed our foreheads together, our bond blazing. “Promise me,” he growled. “You’ll come back alive.” Tears brimmed in my eyes. “I promise.” Then – footsteps. Rapid. Coming for us.