Novel & Cerita Legendaries Protective Of Ash Fanfiction

Black flames danced across her hands, tearing at our skin, stealing our breath. "You're strong for mutts," she hissed, "but still beneath me." Ash didn’t answer. He threw himself at her again, but she conjured spikes of dark crystal from the ground, cutting him off. He was fast, dodging, slashing—but she was relentless. We fought like beasts, side by side, our bond fueling us. But even together, she was too much. I saw Ash falter—his leg buckling, a stream of blood from his temple.

Her eyes fell on Asher and I saw the hearts in them. “Oh my god! Now don't you just look like a charming prince!” She exclaimed, getting to her feet and hugged him. “I'm no prince, aunty Thea. I'm a warrior. My Mama's warrior. And I will protect her from all the bad men!” Thea chuckled at his enthusiasm. “Well I'm sure you will! Because look, you are so strong.” “Like superman!” Asher added, and I laughed. My boy was obsessed with superman. He made me buy all the superman comics, when he could hardly read them. And let's not forget how many times we have watched the same animated superman movie together.

And on that platform stood Asher. My heart stopped. He wore full ceremonial armor. Dark metal plates etched with ancient Lycan symbols. A black cloak fell from his shoulders. His dark hair was pushed back from his face revealing the sharp lines of his jaw and the impossible architecture of his features. His silver eyes found mine the moment I appeared at the door. They did not leave me as I walked. Not for a single step. Not for a single breath. The bond between us pulsed. Hot and urgent and growing louder with every foot of distance I closed.

It didn’t matter that these weren’t true phoenix flames, for even fakes were not easy to suppress. “Now, are you going to hold back, or are you going to give yourself a chance, Asherah?” Old Fan stated, his eyes as fiery as flames of hell that sought vengeance. “No, I should call you by you real name,” Old Fan shook his head and pointed the large Durandal at Asherah. “Asura” *Boom*

“Hey—” “…Hmm, as I expected— you are the one with the lightest injury.” He said. He’s ignoring me again. “A few cracked ribs will be healed in a couple of days.” He added. “!” Hearing his remark, I quickly run to them. But when I reach Felix, he quickly walks away and switches his target to Asha— pulling a sword out from his magical storage the moment he touches her left hind leg. “G-Grawr…!?” Asha is completely freaked out when he pulls out a transparent-blue sword.

“Oh! I got that from sparring this morning against two warriors. I was being a bit sloppy, and my opponent got some good jabs on me. It will go away by tomorrow.” But I continue, “Ok… Then what about the 399 on your left leg?” I cross my arms over my chest giving her a stern look. I have decided I am not letting this go. “What does it matter? It really isn’t any of your business.” Her sudden change of attitude caught me off guard. She steps away back to the microwave, but keeps her back towards me. I can visibly see her shaking slightly. ‘What the fuck did you do! YOU ASSHAT! Asher growls at me. ‘If she tells us to leave, I am never going to let you shift ever again!’

That terrified. “Luna, please,” he said. And for the first time in five years, Luna heard begging in the Alpha’s voice. “Don’t read this. Let me protect you from this. Let me be your Alpha for one more night.” Luna looked down at his hand on her wrist. Then up at his face. “You protected me by lying once, Asher. You protected me by rejecting me once. I’m still standing. But I’m tired of being protected from the truth.”

"Serena, I've said so much just now, but you still don't understand? What do you miss about this goddamn place? Sooner or later, you will die in Elias' hands; why don't you leave with me instead? Wait until I become Blue Moon's Alpha, and you will become my Luna; we'll be happy. We used to have much fun together, didn't we? I don't believe you completely forgot all about it." I was so disgusted by this pretense of Asher I looked him straight in the eye. "What do you use to protect me? Are you sure you're strong enough to fight Elias and your parents? Can you guarantee that I will live until the day you become Alpha? Or do you dare to stand before your parents and declare I will be your chose

Leviathan mumbled as we climbed up the stairs making me choke on the very air I am breathing. “Fuck—just a bit decency please. I do not have a hard on for Ash.” I said and opened the door. “He isn’t my type.” “Ah, I see. Your type is petite, blonde with bright blue eyes. I see this Ashley isn’t your type.” “You know what? Fuck you—you’re, fuck you.” I clicked my tongue and led him to my closet where he began renewing his sigil and enchanting his protection magic as if I can’t protect myself.