Lord Ashura Novels & Stories

“We just killed her right?” Kira grimaced and sent the image back to the director’s terminal. “Yeah, we did. Something’s not right with your intel.” “You sure about that?” Rodrigo asked flatly. “Her name was Lilia Baudin. I watched her head explode in my scope two years ago in Prague. Yeah, I’m pretty damn sure.” “A highly possibility that she's an Awakaned too?” Knight asked in the tense silence that followed. Kira managed to contain his flinch, but just barely.

"Who are you?" "My grandmother called herself Ashwood, when she still had the luxury of a name at all. I've gone by considerably less, these last twenty years." He tilted his head, studying me with an intensity that made the mark at my collarbone burn hotter still, until I had to fight the urge to press my hand flat against it again just to feel steadier. "But you may call me Ashwood too, if it makes this conversation easier. We're going to need a great deal of trust between us, very quickly, if either of us intends to survive what's coming for both of our bloodlines."

“Good. Skepticism. The young in my day swallowed prophecy like milk. It curdled them.” Behind her, Scar muttered, “I like him already.” Luna did not take her eyes off the stranger. “Who are you?” she asked. “What are you?” He tilted his head. Something in that tilt—wary, analytical—echoed an old posture she had seen in the Moon Temple statues. “I am Ashar,” he said. “Once called Ashar of the First Circle. Alpha of Ashen Reach. Pact-holder. Gate-watcher. And very, very tired of being dead.”

“Magister, why do we let garbage through the gates? Let me throw her to the stone giant and save us the paperwork.” I ignored him, but my left hand squeezed into a tight fist. My nails pressed hard into an old, ugly scar that hid my forbidden blood seal. It kept my real, dangerous ash-magic buried deep inside me. In this empire, that kind of magic meant death. It was the same power the lost Ash King used when he nearly burned the whole world a hundred years ago. “Put your hand on the stone,” Vane ordered. I stepped forward. My boots hit the hard ground, and I felt cold eyes burning into the back of my neck.

"Please, Alpha! I love you! I was supposed to be your Luna! I'm go crazy without you!" Liam's grip on Asha tightened, his voice laced with lethal intensity. "Speak, Asha. Speak now, or I will unleash the full force of my wrath upon you. I've said it before. Your life means nothing to me. I only want to find Nicole and bring her back." Asha's confidence wavered, replaced with fear as Liam's wolf roared within him, radiating an aura of primal power. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the remnants of her smugness.

Lupa shook her head understandingly as Ash muttered gravely. "Then tell your elders not to ask Jade about a new alpha female at this time." Lupa advises before she starts to shift. The next moment, a giant greyish-brown wolf took her place, allowing Ash to sort his puzzled thoughts alone and jump into the middle of the battle in the jungle. ***

How could I guarantee the souls meant for the afterlife would no longer be detained? "Kaida, duck!" Asher’s frantic warning came far too late. I felt the lash of the Raktabija strike my face with searing impact. Pain lanced sharply through me, and I let out a shrill, shattering scream that made the earth rock more violently than the weight of the beast's chase. **** ASHER

"And the Luna who wears no crescent." Ashley lifted her chin. "Ashley Voss Blackthorn. We greet you under open sky, Jarl Torvald." Torvald studied her for another long moment. "You speak for yourself now. Bold." "I speak for Blackthorn," she answered evenly. "As my mate speaks for it."

The central court chambers of Moonrise buzzed with an anxious energy as the Ash Pack’s delegation arrived. Flags bearing the Ash sigil—black wolf on a field of smoldering grey—hung limp against the stone pillars, barely stirring despite the wind creeping through the high slotted windows. Courtiers, healers, warriors, and apprentices lined the perimeter, their eyes sharp, their voices low. They all knew that today wasn’t just a day for diplomacy, but a day of reckoning. The air crackled with the weight of old rivalries and the potential for new alliances—or fresh wounds.

The day went by quickly. Ashley spent most of it in her room planning her grand comeback. Her new identity was her greatest strength. No one knew who she really was and she could shoot her targets without anyone ever knowing it was her. She decided to clad herself in a knee length, red lace evening dress, adorned with glittering silver sequin bordering the deep V neck line and the same design around the slim of her waist. The colour, chosen to reflect the vengeance in her heart.