New Ash Novels & Stories

" I was about to fall to my knees again. I would have. The pride and dignity I'd had walking in here had been gone for hours. I just wanted my father back in my arms. That was when the noise hit the house. A black SUV came through the front gate, straight into the living room. The floor-to-ceiling windows shattered. Glass flew everywhere. Through the dust, the driver's side door was thrown open. A tall figure stepped out, backlit. I could not see her face. I knew her from the way she carried herself. Cassia Wynn. The fear and grief I had been holding in broke loose the moment I saw her.

She clicked on Daniel's message. Dan: Hi Ashley! I was quite busy yesterday so I couldn't call you back and I guess you were busy as well since you didn't call back. Well, how do you find your new school? Cool? Nice? Do you have friends? She quickly replied his message. Ashley: Yeah, you can say I was kinda busy. My new school sucks and I'm so upset. I hate everything here. Swears, I miss you and Phoebe a lot. Friends? I have one though.... Annabelle, she's okay.... She's the only sane person in my class.

The crack blazed brighter than ever. For a long moment no one moved. The clearing was silent except for the hiss of the crack in the marker and the distant retreat of paws through underbrush. Mist drifted back in to fill the space where the pack had stood. Ava pulled herself upright against the stone. Her hands trembled. The silver glow had withdrawn into the token but left a faint shimmer under her skin, like moonlight trapped in her veins. She could still hear the echo of the whisper, softer now but insistent: Daughter of ash…

"So just die peacefully. Once you've turned to ash, I'll be Damien's one and only love." Then, I removed the SIM card from my phone and severed all contact through our blood vow. In the last twenty hours before I turned to ash, I had finally accomplished one remarkable thing. Now, I just wanted to walk the final stretch of my path in peace. The sky had completely darkened, and the neon lights outside the motel flickered with a harsh glare. I dragged my weak body out of the room and headed toward the old antique district on the edge of the city. It was the only place in this world that might still accept me.

Aslan likes his fight headon not some cheap tricks such as leaking a deceased photo. “ Yes I did.” My voice sounded rude because I was already as pissed as it was. “ I saw the news too. Don't tell me you cancelled the mission because of her ,Eren.” He followed me into my office. “ I did ,Aslan.” I said straightforwardly. He stared at me.” And you think the lords will be happy about this? Placing an outsider before your own Clan. Sabotaging our mission for some girl you like?” I took my seat,unfazed about the tone of his voice.” I do what I want, Aslan. Fortunately,she comes first in this circumstance.”

Cassian replied him and then moved his eyes to look at Maximus who stared at Julianne like he wanted something from her. “Who is she?” Maximus asked and Julianne looked at him. Not they? She thought and looked behind her to be sure if Marianne was still with her. She moved her eyes back to Cassian and heard him say; “Ash. She’s a newbie.” “It’s Julianne,” she made herself clear and got a grin from Cassian. “Or could be Jules,” the other one said. Funny! Julianne rolled her eyes at the back of her mind. Marianne tugged at Julianne’s cloth again and Julianne asked Cassian, “Where is it?”

And anyone who tried, I would make regret ever being born with that last name. +++ My sports car split the morning highway with a low-throated engine. The sun hadn’t fully risen, but the sky had turned a pale copper and the city lights still blinked, lazy. Ash sat in the passenger seat, his seatbelt snug across his small chest. His glasses sat crooked from too much movement. He didn’t care. His eyes glittered like a disco ball. “Papi, Papi! Are we out of the city? It feels like a movie! Look! That’s an eagle! Or a plane? But small. But like an eagle. But—”

His suit fits like it was made especially for him. “Good evening,” he says, voice smooth as well aged whisky. “New faces. That’s rather unusual around here.” Ash doesn’t flinch. He offers that slow, lethal smile and replies, “New to this crowd, not to the lifestyle. We’re visiting from Raventon.” Ash’s old stomping ground, the city where he once played at being someone else for a living. Of course he’d pick a place he knows like the back of his hand. It’s the perfect lie because it’s half true.

At that moment, a warrior rushed in to report, "Patriarch Atticus, Mr. Asher has returned." Atticus lit up with surprise. "Asher is back? Good. Where is he?"

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.