Lord Ashura Novels & Stories

I felt really bad for what just happened. "Don't worry about it, it's just a shirt" he tried to reason. "I am Jason by the way" he introduced himself, smiling a little. "I'm Ana" I returned. "Such a beautiful name for a pretty lady" Was he trying to flirt with me? I smile at him, he must be good with the ladies. Such a smooth landing. *** ASHTON I stepped out of the men's bathroom, the white stain on my black shirt didn't go away but it was manageable.

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.

Asher asked the purple-haired woman as he entered the house. "Boss wants you on an assassination mission this time, Ash. You're going to need weapons and no distractions." Linaria responded as she searched around the room for my weapons and gadgets. "I've got a bad feeling about this Asher, we should go." Asher’s wolf warned him through their link. Asher brushed it off, “Oh be quiet, it’s not like we’re going to be told to kill Kir or anything, not even the boss would go that far.”

Maybe this is how when the anger is really strong, my power really gets stronger so I feel a different aura from them. "Don't sympathize with her because Lavisha can do it." Kylo said and when he said that I was really surprised. "Shut Up ." Adonis said then he slammed his pen on the table as he closed all the doors and windows inside. The light inside suddenly went out and the darkness came that's the last time I saw Asher before I passed out. ASHER'S POV

he said, “but he will return. He tasted blood. He felt the power of his name on Ravenna’s tongue. He will want more. He will come back with a bigger army, a darker hunger.” I looked at my hands. The gold beneath my skin had faded to a faint shimmer, barely visible in the dim light. But the name still burned on my tongue, a coal I could not swallow. Ashur. The king’s true name. The weapon the first wolf had hidden in the bloodline centuries ago. But knowing his name was not enough. I had spoken it, and he had come. He had not been unmade. He had been summoned. There was something missing. A key. A ritual. A sacrifice.

If we managed to live that long. ‘Oh, you’ll live that long. Not even death can keep you from me, not with how much trouble you’re in. You won’t make it far, Lola. The warriors are gaining on you, and they have instructions to stop the vehicle at any cost.’ Asher’s gristly voice circled my head, picking up on snippets of my thoughts, little fragments that managed to slip down the mind-link. ‘I highly doubt you’d mow them all down.’ The confidence in his voice and in the dry laugh he sent down the bond tinted my vision in an unsettling shade of red. It boiled the adrenaline in my veins and made my muscles go rigid with fury.