Lord Ashura Novels & Stories

Charlotte asked as came to stand next to me rubbing her hands. I looked down and noticed that she had rope burn. I guess they must have moved onto the rope while I was talking to Lance. “Just about Lance been a bit of a girl” “What why?” She looked so confused that I started to laugh even more. “Because he looks so scary, yet he loves to dance and sew” “Wait he can sew?” “Yeah, I just asked him to sew a hidden pocket into your dress” “Why do I need a hidden pocket?" “To hide the gun that I am going to get you”

Before her blade could touch the metal, a six-foot arc of static erupted from Elara’s shoulder striking Jasmine square in the chest and throwing the White Lotus agent backward across the room, her body crashing through the wooden washstand and slamming into the stone wall with a dull heavy crack. "The door is open " Leo whispered from his corner, his hands clawing at his own ears as the gold rings began to spin wildly within his pupils once more. "The Aurelian’s Ghost is coming up the river, Elara.... It is bringing the king's ghost with it." The floorboards beneath their boots did not just tremble this time, they split.

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 halves dissolved before they hit the ground. As if on cue, three more nightmares flowed from the stonework. I didn't hesitate. Reshaping my will, I imagined a blade of my own. A sword of pure lavender light, humming with latent power, solidified in my right hand. Cassius charged the two Shadowveils scrambling down the wall, his movements a dance of deadly precision.

He pursed his lips, and cursed under his breath, before closing the warrior's eyes. "Take him away. Ensure he gets a proper burial." Asher ordered, and the guards bowed, picking up the corpse, and carrying him away. "The blade." Asher demanded, and Joshua handed it to him. The slim and sharp surface was covered in drying blood, and the trace of wolfsbane was evident, as the blood took on a greenish, rotting tint. Nonetheless, the hilt is what truly caught the Alpha's attention. It was made of a clear crystal, with only a thin aluminum wire wrapping around it, creating an intricate design. The tip of the hilt itself held a red seal that resembled a bat's wing crossing a full moon.

Ash’s POV The roar of the clubhouse hit me before I even turned off my engine. Laughter, shouts and the sound of bottles clinking rent the air and for a moment, I wonder how they could easily fall back into their normal lives less than twelve hours after an attack. It was chaos the way I remembered it, but somehow louder and more… non challant. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and sweat. A few brothers cheered when they saw me, others nodded, their eyes sharp, reading me like they weren’t sure what version of Ash had come back.

The Bloods could handle what was left of them. "All the packhouse workers, return with me to the west forest and let us wait there; no Moon must speak of me or what we have done here, for it is not yet time to emerge!" Ashria ordered. "On no account should any moon hint the blood that I am here. If you do, I will put out your light!" Ashria said, and for some strange reason, I could feel their lights individually, and it would be easy to put them out. They howled in worship, and I howled in response. Their spirits were lifted.

Ashish barked with a growl. Her head snapped up and her hair clung to her tear-streaked face. "In the year of the lunar moon!” she sobbed out. I gasped. That was it! “You liar. All the wolves born in the year of the lunar moon are dead.” Ashish leaned closer, breathing hard. He pulled a small vial from his pocket and let a drop of dark liquid fall onto her wound. Wolfsbane. The hiss of her flesh burning filled the room, followed by another scream.

Which leads us to now. "Ya Leesh your phone is ringing." Aleesha is brought out of her trip down memory lane. More like her remembering her mother's constant trip down memory lane before Bella came into the picture. She picks the phone up and seeing Lash's number, she hisses and drops the phone. Her phone pings thrice and she angrily yanks the phone off the couch and leaves the parlor. Reading the message, she immediately calls back Lash. ************ Lash sits down Indian style on the sand and a man with black and white marks dancing around and shouting incantations in Yoruba appears behind Lash frightening her. She has been here countless times but she still can't wrap her head around his

Five pulses answered the question before any mouth could. Ashar looked at his hands as flame curled around his palms without burning him. “I am Ashar of Veydrin,” he said, but the name carried more weight than before. The air behind him shimmered with images of a civilization made of fire, stone, blood oath, and sanctuary towers built into mountains. Then those towers fell in silence, and the last flame entered him like a crown returning to its owner. “God of preservation,” he said, as if confessing to a crime.