Romans & histoires Legendaries Protective Of Ash Fanfiction

Thicker. “Rex just invoked Blood-Bound Sanctuary,” Ash said carefully. She turned slowly. “He did what?” “It means you’re officially under his protection. No one can vote you out now.” Her expression shifted—not relief. Frustration. “He tied himself to me without asking.” Ash didn’t argue. “He thinks he’s protecting you.” “And if I don’t want to be protected?” she shot back. “You shattered a shadow-creature with your mind last night,” Ash said bluntly. “You think that doesn’t scare people?”

"Your shadow ends here!" Kael as Ash flanked her, his massive gray fur a blur, scarred muzzle snarling as he bowled over another cultist, the mind-link humming with shared tactics—Circle the altar, strike the shadow's core! His storm-gray eyes (now Ash's piercing gaze) flashed with emotion: love for Alya fueling his ferocity, guilt from his past dimming but not extinguishing his resolve, a desperate need to protect her making his strikes precise.

He stands behind me, arms crossed, a shadow refusing to be drawn in. The old rogue begins to speak. “She came in the season between the moons. The one with no name. The one where wolves forgot their howls. She wore no crown. No mate-mark. No Alpha’s scent.” The hum continues beneath her voice, like breath rising from old earth. “She walked alone into the Bone Lands, where no pack claimed the soil. Her hands bled spiral. Her eyes burned red. Her name was ash. Her tether already severed.” A shiver ripples through the pack. No one looks at me.

The shard pulsed with approval, its rhythm syncing to her defiance, its hunger fed by her refusal to yield. But then I saw it—the shadow creeping at her back, the cost she had not wanted to see. A man lay at her feet, his chest unmoving, eyes closed as flames licked the edges of his body. His hand still reached for hers, though he was long gone. Ashara’s power had saved her, but it had claimed him. The shard whispered through me, a cruel caress: She chose, as you must.

"I have eyes everywhere. Is this how a King treats his guests? Like a rabid dog?" I pushed Ariana behind my back. I could feel the fur starting to sprout on my neck. as I bared my fangs at him. "You touched what belongs to me, Asher. In my world, that’s a death sentence." Asher didn't look scared. Instead, he looked like a man who had just found a winning card in a losing game. He looked at Ariana, then back at me and a nasty, twisted smile grew on his lips. "You're so protective, Zayn. So loyal," Asher mocked. "But do you even know what she’s been hiding? Do you know why she’s clutching her belly like that?"

“You didn’t come here to talk. You came here to trap me.” Asher’s jaw tightened. “I came here to stop you from destroying yourself.” “You don’t get to decide what destroys me!” she shouted, taking a step back. Her chest felt tight, constricted, as if the room itself were closing in. “You left me bleeding, Asher. You left me alone when I needed you most. And now you want to own me again under the name of a contract?” His eyes flickered, just once. “I am offering you protection,” he said. “Your name cleared. Your mother will be found. Your enemies contained.”

“You are harassing my mate.” “Our future Luna.” “My mate.” “Temporary technicality.” Dax’s aura flared. Asher grinned brighter, utterly fearless. “Fine, fine. Keep glaring. But admit it, little venom and I would be a better combo. She has trauma, I have knives. She wants justice, I have free time. She has enemies, I have enthusiasm. It’s fate.” I pressed a hand over my face, torn between horror and the ridiculous urge to laugh. “Asher, please stop talking.”

Dante said and Ashley breathed a sigh of relief. "Honestly, I'm relieved. Because I doubt she wouldn't lecture me about what a dangerous stunt it was." Ashley said and went ahead to take a closer look at the relic. "So Keller here is afraid we'll need her help while she is away. And I doubt she'd be able to leave without doing something that makes her think she has us protected." Cassie suddenly said. Ashley didn't straighten up and neither did she stop what she was doing. "How about, she cast a protection spell for all of us?" Ashley suggested after some seconds of silence.

This is good, we can have a heart to heart with our chests bared to each other. “Stop the games and tell me what I want to know.” I see a flash of anger and annoyance in his eyes and suddenly I can’t wait to see them when he finds out who I am. “Did you also forget about me when I disappeared? Do you really not know my scent anymore?” Asher’s eyes narrow at me. “You promised to protect me all those years ago, if you kept your promise maybe I wouldn’t be here right now.” “What do you mean?” “Tell me, Beta, how many men did you promise to protect their daughters?”

(Freya's POV) “What about your back?” I asked after we were silent for a while. “It's fine. It's just that it can't be used to do something heavy," said Ash. Of course. His back had several stitches because of the wounds he got from protecting me. I felt very guilty but also touched by what he did. An Ash who hated me so much, that he didn't even care about his safety to help me. “You shouldn't have done that,” I said, squeezing the hem of my blazer with my shaking hands. I lowered my head because I didn't dare look into his eyes.