Novel & Cerita Lord Ashura

Elena pushed the door open. Liora sat on the edge of her bed, still in the light armor she had worn in the arena. Her nose was swollen, crusted with dried blood, one eye already purpling. She looked up as Elena entered, expression hollow. “Close the door,” Elena said. Liora obeyed without speaking. Elena crossed the room and sat beside her on the bed. For a moment neither woman spoke. “They’re calling her the Luna of Ashes,” Liora said at last, voice flat. “They’re saying she’s… something ancient. Something we can’t fight.”

Once he pulled back, she hit his other arm and he gave her a strange look, as if not expecting it. “You are crazy,” she whispered with a frown. “Okay listen, Ash,” he said and started to pull the leather jacket he wore from the other arm first. “There are people out there trying to kill me, but since you are with me, they’ll probably want you dead too.” “Who are they? What do they want from you?” she asked and saw him trying to snap the arrow. “Hunters,” he answered. “I didn’t think they would attack this early, but they did choose the right time. Most of the students are already home or on their way home so it’ll be easy to compel the few.”

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 trembling of her body gradually stopped as her hands gathered into fists, seemingly suppressing the surging waves of negative emotions that could fully taint her soul with all the darkness in the land. “The Royal Ark clan, King Regor, Crown Prince Rogeus, Princess Regina and…elder brother…” Asha’s murmured to herself as she took one last look at the temple before taking her steps down the mountain. The closer she approached the ruined buildings of the Blood Wolves clan, the heavier her body feels.

But the burden of leadership was heavier than she had imagined. --- The night before the final assault on the royal capital, Asha stood alone in a secluded part of the camp, the full moon casting a pale light over the battlefield. The wind had picked up again, biting and fierce, as if the very elements were challenging her to push forward. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply as she felt the power of her ancestors flow through her. It was a power she had only begun to understand, but one that was now a part of her—woven into her blood, her heart, her soul.

Cath believes that Cecilia will come to like her for who she is soon enough. News of the death of the recent Luna Ashesha was ablupt and unfortunate to all she was the one who was dressed up in royalty at the masquerade was a night to behold and it was of great importance since she is the top tier when it comes to the pack or in the anarchy pyramids that is closer to the goddess Erlah, it was later revealed that she was asssainated by one of their kind that was filled with anger and envy just like Ruelle a very clever feral that must mean that it was an orchestrated murder from the neighboring pack.

Knowing what would become of her. “Kihara! Oh fuck.” Asher’s moment of distraction cost him, the blade merciless as it slashed his arm. His blood slipped out undeterred as the wolf bane burned into his blood stream. The men had heard him however, they looked up from where they’d all scattered, at the assuring space where they’d left their Luna, with a sense that she would be safe, only to find it empty, and the Luna gone. They all abandoned their positions as they came to stand by their Alpha. The men swarmed in on them, surrounding them from every angle.

-Aysha -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

BOOOOOMMMMM… BOOOOOMMMMM. The intense pressure was felt by all the demons in the city, even Miss Ma herself, who had just attacked, fell directly due to the pressure. The demons beneath the Immortal's underground realm immediately knelt in a pitiful position beneath the ground, and they were completely unable to resist or even stand up against the pressure of the Ashura sword looming above Xiao Chen's head. The expression on Ma Family Head’s face changed upon realizing the Ashura sword above Xiao Chen’s head. As a resident of the eastern region, he naturally remembered the former owner of the Ashura sword. One of the strongest figures on the eastern continent and a frontline figure during th