Lord Ashura Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

he said, locking his gaze on Leon, “sent assassins to kill my mate.” He paused, then declared, “Pauline is my fated mate. She is the future Luna of Ashborn.” Turning to the Black Stone warriors, his voice rang with finality. “Crossing into my territory to harm her is a capital crime under Northern law.” The moment the words fell, Asher’s men struck. Within seconds, the elite Black Stone warriors lay dead, their blood staining the soil. My father collapsed to his knees, his body trembling. Leon and Mia were frozen, pale and silent.

"Luis, he is headed your way. His motorcycle is marked with a GPS. I will send you the coordinates when he stops." "My men will take him out," was the curt reply. "Our deal doesn't come into effect until he is dead." The other dragon hissed. "We will kill him. And then the Moscow drug trade is ours alone." "Of course." It was an easy concession to make. Dimitri had no interest in the drug trade. Luis was a Brazilian Starback shifter, and his little overseas empire was welcome to do what they wanted once the Barinovs were eliminated or neutralized.

"Your mother was an unexpected twist. She wasn't truly loyal to anyone. She accepted offers from anyone. She was a professional assassin. A person that everyone wanted. Her talents were sought after, which made everyone willing to do anything to get her to stay loyal to them. When you have a powerful weapon such as that, you want to have it. By having it, you know it can't be used against you." "We had come to find out that the Scorpions had connections to the Shadow Assassin. We were hoping to gain her services to help us find the list, and to get her on our side. We had devised a plan to get the Scorpions to divulge who the Shadow Assassin was. We set a trap for them, by blowing up one of

"To every woman who was told she was too emotional, too soft, too ambitious. To every person who lost everything and had to start again. This is your reminder that we rise. And we rise stronger." That night, Natalie sat on the balcony of her penthouse, watching the stars return to a sky once clouded by doubt. Lila joined her with two glasses of wine. "You know," Lila said, handing her a glass, "I always believed you’d come back. But I never expected this." "Neither did I," Natalie admitted. "But maybe sometimes we have to be burned down to remember what we’re made of." Lila raised her glass. "To rising from the ashes."