New Ash Novels & Stories

I glance down. NEWS ALERT: Ashen Technologies Named in Quiet Federal Review. A slow smile spreads across my lips. A real one. Cool. Controlled. Dangerous. I whisper, "Let’s see you dodge this, Kaia."

“About what happened that night. About the kiss.” I tried to breathe but for some reason, the soothing air that was just here seconds ago seemed to have disappeared. He was going to reject me. What was I thinking? Ash was a war machine. Literally. A powerful wolf who fought his way into being a powerful alpha. He didn’t have the time for things like- “Iris,” Ash’s voice cut through my spiral. My gaze snapped to him. Then followed his own gaze to the seeds spread across the dirt. My feet refused to move. Even as he swallowed hard and slowly closed the distance between us.

I let out a low laugh, yeah I would find that annoying too. Ash stops suddenly at the corner before his street. “Are you ready to see everyone?” he asks softly. I nod my head, theres no better time them now. Ash looks relieved and filled with hope. He turns readying himself to walk around the corner, I see him lift his head, and stand up straighter. Like the chat we have had has cleansed him of his past burdens and now he has been reborn. With one final look at me he walks around the corner and I follow.

A smile forms on my lips at that. Ash had been so excited about getting a new leg that he wasn’t even scared of having the old one removed. Once Markus pretty much sold the idea that he would be half-robot once the new one gets installed his friends would be jealous of him for sure. Which for some reason really made Ash happy?

“Also, there’s a change in the male lead too. Apparently, Marvin fell sick.” “So who’s the new lead?” I said, glancing at the boys in the room but then the twin doors suddenly opened for the mighty male lead. Donning his proud smile and flaunting that ridiculously sexiness of his. Ash. He was dressed in a cream and brown short sleeved shirt on a pair of perfectly tailored black trousers and chelsea boots. His top three buttons were left open revealing that sturdy chest of his, my wolf drooled over. I forgot how to breathe instantly with each step he took. The sparks kept increasing with every moment.

I glared at him as I climbed in. “We need to grab some lunch and then head out to the warehouse” I instructed as I started to pull my gun out of a secret compartment in the car and placed it on the seat next to me. Warren looked at the gun and started to armour himself up “What are we walking into boss?” “I am not sure, I received an email from someone called AF. They stated that they know who I am and that we have the same enemy and they want to help me take them down. They told me to meet them at the warehouse at 2pm”

Pain grounded me better than breath. And then I saw it. The snow. Not white. Gray. Threaded with streaks of black. Faint at first—just a dusting over the driftline—but it thickened the further I looked. Smoke-smudged. Charred. As if ash had fallen from above. I knelt slowly, the fur hem of my coat brushing the frost. There was no fire trail. No embers. Nothing burned nearby. But the ash was real. Cold to the touch. And fresh.

They did not make resolutions. They made assessments — it was a distinction Zara had introduced in the first year of their marriage and that Caleb had found so aligned with his own instincts that he had adopted it without discussion. A resolution was a performance of intent. An assessment was an honest accounting of what was true and what needed to be different.

Aetherion Academy towers above me. It's carved into the cliffs like it belongs there—stone and iron and something older woven through it. Massive archways stretch toward the sky, banners snapping in the wind, dark against the gray-blue backdrop. Flickering golden lights spill out of the windows and all around. Like you can literally see the magic alive here. It's beautiful.

Without even looking over my shoulder, I knew that Jared was grinning maliciously. “He hasn’t ordered them into your territory yet?” I asked curiously. I was surprised that he’d relented enough, although that was probably because Dwight knew what kind of Alpha Asha really was, and was trying not to be naive in underestimating him, that or he wasn’t completely sure about Ashas’ exact house. “No, I don’t think he’s gotten anything yet… besides I’d send his hounds back to him in pieces,” Asha said, baring his teeth. “Mutts who aren’t careful get their ears clipped for not listening to their master.”