Novel & Cerita Lord Ashura

Ash bows his head graciously, “Asher Wild, Prince to the Vampire King of England. But please, call me Ash. Everyone does, it feels weird to have people say my full name now.” The king bows his head, “Her loss, if only temporary, is felt keenly here.” Luther says, and Ash nods,

I ask. “The bonfire!” Lyra squeals. “Absolutely not.” The table goes quiet at my refusal. “No?” Lyra repeats. “No.” “You don’t even know what it is.” “I don’t need to.” “It’s the First Year’s Welcome! Everyone goes!” Lyra practically shouting now. I roll my eyes. “There’ll be food.” Seyla chimes in. I give her a look and she doesn’t try to bribe me again. “There’ll be alcohol.” Rowan says with a smirk.

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.

Curious looks are thrown at me but I don't care. Nothing of human nature applies to Battista Cattaneo, AKA Ash Thunder. If Grant is a human, then Ash is a god, a hurricane, his nature unpredictable, the totality of his being as beautiful as it is understated, perilous, and unrelenting. A brave man who never fears the fire, never fears death. I craved the wills of the tempest when I sought him out but I didn't know the extent of the storm I was getting myself into as at the time.

She stood. Faced the open sky. And said: “Then let them see what it means to kneel.” The music of war had ended. The silence of power had begun. And over it all, one name remained. Amara Varela. Queen of Ash. Queen of Blood. Queen of Ruin.