New Ash Novels & Stories

Ralph had dozed off on a single sofa after getting bored with his game. As for the payment account, Asher decided to use one of his late mum's accounts, which his dad had left for him, and which he said had originally belonged to his late uncle, who registered it under a pseudonym; Rainbow Cloud. Excellente! My mum returned immediately we wrapped up the setup, so I went to assist her with the cooking. Ten minutes later, Asher burst to the kitchen in excitement. “You won't believe it. Three requests just came in." Wow, Gracie. Your life can't be that bad after all.

he said, pushing me toward the car with an air of familiarity that I found unsettling. I scoffed, annoyed by his casual demeanor. Why was he acting as if we were old friends? I had seen him a few times when he visited John, but this level of closeness felt jarring. Who exactly was he? Asher led me to his car—a striking yellow Lamborghini that seemed to flaunt its opulence in the face of the storm. The rain poured relentlessly, and Asher held a large black umbrella over us, the only barrier between us and the deluge. His touch, as he guided me towards the vehicle, was brief but electric, making my heart race despite my attempts to stay composed.

he introduced himself with a stretch of his hands while pulling off the face mask covering his face. "Bethany Jessica Asha," Beth introduced herself with a handshake. George narrowed his eyes on her. She quickly noticed his body went stiff and his face morphed into one without an expression. "You are an Asha?" she hesitated before nodding in reply, and he sneered. "What is an Asha doing in Salem City?" he questioned. Beth shrugged with an amused smile. Ashas are a family of gifted werewolves bonded together by a birthmark instead of blood connection. Each member of this family has a birthmark unique to themselves alone, which also represents the power they hold.

It was their first night back to the normal sleeping arrangements. Ash shook his head. “No, no, things need to go back to normal.” He pulled away from the doorway and made his way to their couch. “It’s barely been a week. You have to give yourself time.” Ash scrubbed at his face. “I’ve had nothing but time lately,” he replied with a painful smirk. “I am one thousand and twenty-six years old.” “I’m sorry.” “No,” Ash jumped up from the couch. “Don’t say that as if you have something to be sorry for.”

The second Source stayed. It called itself nothing. Had no name. Had never needed one. Things that only hunger don’t require identity. Lena named it Ash. Because it was the color of ash now. Not dark grey anymore. Not silver yet. Something between. Like fire that had burned down but still held heat. Ash learned faster than anyone expected. But learning and changing weren’t the same thing. It understood creation intellectually. Could watch the silver garden grow and recognize beauty on an analytical level. Could describe joy without feeling it. Could explain love without experiencing it.

Ashes and Shadows Lucian Vance' s POV ​The third glass of Macallan didn’t burn anymore. It just sat in my stomach like liquid lead, heavy and useless, doing nothing to numb the phantom smell of burning oil that had been trapped in my nostrils for six months. ​Outside the floor tovceiling windows of my penthouse, the New York skyline stretched out in a grid of cold, mocking lights. Vance Global ran this city. Or at least, it used to. Right now, on the dark mahogany desk behind me, three phones were ringing simultaneously on silent, their screens blinking like desperate distress flares.

"I'll do it. I'll find a way to get her. But I need every support that I can get. Asher is very powerful." "I thought you were an Alpha, it's a pity that you are nothing but a weakling that could pass for an Alpha. Why didn't you conduct enough research on him? He is not as immune as you think. We have dirt on him" Hope blossomed in my heart. This sounded Profitable.

Most people had already forgotten what she looked like. If Sheila appeared as Yara, no one would have reason to suspect her. Once everything was arranged, the two of them booked flights to Aster City together. On the plane, Cassius looked at Sheila's face. After the subtle changes she had made to her appearance, she looked different enough that few people would recognize her. He let out a quiet sigh. "Sheila..." He smiled faintly. "No. I guess I should start calling you Yara. "You've sacrificed so much just to get revenge. Do you think you'll ever regret it?"

I state “Fine by me. Get in” This is worse than bickering all the time. the car felt so uncomfortable but I tried to focus on something else, like the materials we would be using for our new line but I couldn't concentrate. I glanced at Bim as he typed away on his phone looking so concentrated… I had forgotten how cute he looked whenever he was concentrating. what am I doing right now? “Are you bored?” Asher chuckled. my face grew hot with embarrassment. “what? no, I’m not”

I sighed in relief, only for the screen to light up with her text message. ‘Are you home? I'm bringing ice cream!’ I shut my eyes in slight anger. Was I ready to face someone who betrayed me in another timeline? Or someone who would betray me in this timeline if I didn't change things? Then again, she didn't know it. At the moment, she was still my best friend, the one I'd always loved before the betrayal. So, I replied to her text. ‘Yay, ice cream! I'm home!’ I went back to my meal and decided to use the time left to remember what we were like in 2013. The memories didn't come difficult, they came easily, like I was only trying to remember what I did an hour ago. Too natural.