Novel & Cerita Lord Ashura

“Only when you accept what you hate in yourself, when you let hatred and loss tear you apart, then the flame will come. Until then, you will remain ash.” Aurora took a deep breath, her body trembling. Her red eyes sparkled as she lifted her chin. “Ash is also dead fire.” Ashkar smiled slightly. “Ash is the beginning of fire.” Aurora closed her eyes and raised her hand. She felt her heart beating so loudly that it seemed to want to leap out of her chest. The heat rose quickly, a shock to her skin. A spark danced at her fingertips. For a second, it existed. And then it went out.

"It seems that no matter how many misunderstandings we have, he will never abandon me." Dark figures appeared at the edge of the forest, dozens of highly trained warriors closing in fast. The tall figure in the lead... I would recognize him anywhere, even through the thick smoke. Horton. He was back. Marcus gritted his teeth and yelled into his communicator. "Activate all defenses! Don't let them get through alive!"

Mane rushed to Asherah, swiftly sheathing Nightmare and Night’s Kiss in the process. The Asura was being suppressed by Komfo Anokye, but it was taxing to do so. Zica’s letter had taught him two things: one was that the Usurper was coming, and the other was how to put the Asura to sleep.

Aisha said, “I heard rumors that that great devil in America is the future Buddha! Sis Noire, look at that flaming lotus of his. Doesn’t it look like the flaming lotus of Buddha’s wrath in Buddhism?” Shalem was astonished. “Are you saying he is that great devil in America who has annihilated the Undying Clan?” “It’s just my guess,” Aisha said. “But the great devil is known as Alex Rockefeller! He is not!” Shalem said. Aisha said, “Who doesn’t have a few aliases when they travel abroad?” The scene in front of them, with a sea of people present, was breathtaking. In a mere fifteen minutes, the entire Northern Wolf Star became smaller and smaller. Eventually, it became a huge pillar that penetr

The shard pulsed with approval, its rhythm syncing to her defiance, its hunger fed by her refusal to yield. But then I saw it—the shadow creeping at her back, the cost she had not wanted to see. A man lay at her feet, his chest unmoving, eyes closed as flames licked the edges of his body. His hand still reached for hers, though he was long gone. Ashara’s power had saved her, but it had claimed him. The shard whispered through me, a cruel caress: She chose, as you must.

With that statement, Aries hisses his agreement. Images begin to project on the wall behind her as she continues to speak. Which is weird considering she hasn't moved an inch. "Ironclad dragons. Phoenixes. Leviathans. Direwolves. Storm Gryphons. Moon Serpents. Flame Hounds. Cerberus'. Unicorns. Frost Lynxes. Kitsune. Ash Ravens. Nemean Lions." She says with confidence as the images change behind her head still without any movement. "And of course the many extinct or the now unwilling bonds that you will learn more about in your history classes." she says as the images flick again and my breath stalls.

Right after posting it, while I was still reading comments mocking me for putting on a tough front, I saw Immortal Ashes Team’s official account tag me in a post, openly standing by my side. "The crowd follows the herd. The strong walk alone. Those who don’t know how to cherish what they have will lose it. Ash Mercer, we stand with you. IA will always be your strongest backing."

“Listen up. Tonight we play Toronto. They’re fast and they hit hard. Callahan, you’re on the first line with Reyes and Thompson. I want you finishing checks and screening the goalie. No pretty plays tonight, just grind.” I nodded and pulled on my base layer. Reyes bumped my shoulder as he passed. “Ready to carry us again, Princess?” he said sarcastically. I flipped him off without looking but the other guys laughed like it was supposed to be funny. My head wasn’t here to catch the joke. It was still in that conference room watching Lila try to act professional while her cheeks turned pink every time our eyes met. It was in my bed remembering how she felt wrapped around me tight and desperate

The one who had knelt rises like something reborn, claws tearing through the tactical vest across his chest as he launches toward the nearest hunter with a roar that reverberates through the hollow warehouse. Years of control vanish in seconds. Because wolves remember what they are. Another hunter screams as the wolf slams into him, the impact sending both bodies crashing into stacked pallets with a violent metallic crash. Gunfire answers. Flashlights ignite. Orders echo across the building. And through it all— I feel her beside me. Nyxara hasn’t moved. Not yet. But the air around her feels different now. Charged. Like standing too close to a lightning strike before the storm breaks.

A shadow cast over Lola and Ash drew to his fullest size when he stood in front of Nash. “She is your Luna, show some respect.” His dark and gruff voice left little else to be said and Nash had no other option but to step down and admit defeat. He couldn't measure to an Alpha, especially not one with the power that Ash had been born with. Nash put his hand on Ash’s arm, it stayed there for just under a beat and his lips pulled up as darkness swirled in his eyes. “I’m not judging. Hell, you might even have a shot,” he said with no other context.