Novel Aresha Novels & Stories

And now I knew she was alive. Or at least, she had been. Her name was Dahlia Renner. She was somewhere in Ashford Hollow. “She’s alive.” The words came out barely above a whisper. I looked at Teo. “She’s alive. Ashford Hollow. My father knew where she was all this time.” Teo went still. “Ashford Hollow,” he repeated. He said it slowly, as if the name itself meant something. “Elias, listen to me.” I waited. “If your father wrote that name down nineteen years ago and never went after her himself, there was a reason. It wasn’t only because he was afraid of leading someone to her.”

In the span of seconds, the newcomer had taken aim and taken out every last one of them with extreme prejudice. Knight lay there for a moment, staring up at the ceiling, as he tried to wrap his mind around the sudden unexpected respite granted them. Even as he struggled to clear his mind, the lights were suddenly blocked out by a stranger who was dressed like the guards, except wearing a helmet and sporting a bandanna tied around the lower half of their face. Knight stared into familiar green eyes and came to the only appropriate conclusion. “I must be dead. Because you couldn't possibly be here, Kira.” ...................

"You idiot. There's nothing embarrassing about a bad stomach. You should have just told me. Come on, let's pack up the blanket and check into that small hotel we passed down the road so you can lie down." "No, the medicine is already kicking in," Ares said, shaking his head quickly. "I'm okay now. Let's just enjoy the beach." "If you're sure," Kianna said, eyeing him skeptically. ... Kianna I helped Ares carry the cooler and the umbrellas down to our spot. Once everything was set up, I stretched out on the canvas blanket and let my eyes close. The heat of the midday sun baked into my skin, turning the darkness behind my eyelids a warm crimson. The rhythmic, heavy thud of the waves crashing a

LISA’S POV My heart was a swirling sea of emotions as I watched Alpha Asher and his warriors mount their horses, galloping away into the distance. They were on a mission to rescue his brother Jonas. The sight of them disappearing over the horizon brought an unexpected surge of tears to my eyes. The final glance Asher cast my way before he turned away was etched into my memory - a silent pledge, a promise that he would come back for me. Swiftly, I brushed away my tears, turning back towards the sanctuary of our home. Yet, even as I did so, my mind was teeming with thoughts of the perils that lay in wait for Asher and his men.

"An, do you want Akira to be safe?" "Yes I want!" "Do you also want them all to be safe and at peace?" "Yes, of course. What should I do?" Aresha takes something from inside her clothes, it is a book by my novel. I smiled and was confused. "What should I do? Isn't that my novel? ”

“CHERISH KALILI! ARGH!! Dogtahiasemsa$%#%mahfucctustupidgubluk#$@#$!” *** Ares's POV 1 Name, Ares Sinclaire. When Ares wakes up from a long dream, the world changes. Papa, Mama, and Gigi are gone. Far. Forever. After hearing the sound of a very loud car horn, the car we were riding in overturned. Ares shouldn't have closed his eyes so Ares can see Mama until the end. Haa... Ares is alone in this strange world with a body that feels heavy and strange. This is not Ares's body. That's right, Ares's body can't be like this.

“Not like this.” The wolves slowed near a cluster of massive roots twisted into an arch. They sniffed, then slipped beneath without hesitation. As Ava approached, a shiver ran through her body. Passing under the arch felt like crossing a threshold. The air on the other side was warmer, heavier with scent — moss, earth, and the faintest trace of ash. The hum in her mind expanded until it was almost a chord, layered voices too soft to understand. Silas came up beside her. “Still want to keep going?”

“Enjoy your day, little star.” Aries lifts his head and gives me a soft hiss. “You too, Aries.” And together, the two of them disappear down the path. Leaving me alone with my thoughts. Which, unfortunately, is never a good thing. So I run. Not because I’m trying to escape. Not because I’m trying to outrun memories. Because after five years trapped inside stone walls, I still haven’t grown tired of freedom. By the time I finally return to the dorms, sweat drips down my neck and my lungs burn pleasantly.

Emile’s steps were uneven, her body still unaccustomed to the simple act of walking. Emile leaned into Salvaxe with every step, her gaze fixed on the floor as if the very ground might betray her again. “An army,” she whispered, the word carrying a weight she was not quite prepared for. “Fighting for us.” She looked at Escuridade, then back to Salvaxe, her expression a mixture of confusion and something that looked dangerously like hope. “But why me?” she asked. “I am just– I am nothing now. I can barely stand.” Escuridade reached out, her hand hovering near Emile’s elbow without quite touching her, offering support without imposing it. “You are not nothing,” Escuridade said firmly. “You are

“Much worse for us.” They stared. “Odesa,” Hiraya said, voice breaking. “It’s him. She chose the Ashford boy.” A gasp cracked around the room. “An Ashford?” “A Sombra bound to an Ashford?” “That lineage cannot hold her—he will die—” “Enough,” Lola Teresa said, voice low and cold. “The girl has rewritten her own fate. We must correct it before the Ancient does.” At the same moment, in the Laurent Manor. Noah lurched forward, gripping the balcony railing until the metal bent.