Novel Aresha Novels & Stories

My knees hit the red-stained snow, and the world began to tilt. Kael caught me before I hit the ground. He pulled me against his chest, his blood soaking into my dress, his heart thudding against mine. He didn't look at the carnage. He didn't look at his pack. He just looked at me. "You broke the cuffs," he whispered, his voice thick with awe and terror. "I had to," I rasped, my vision blurring. "I couldn't let him take you." He pressed his forehead to mine, his scent of pine and steel the only thing keeping me conscious. "The Council will never let you stay now, Asha. They saw what you are. They saw the fire."

I never asked for more, I never prayed for anything in my life but now. I want to see her safe. Ashira's POV "She's okay, Aiden." I heard someone said. I think it's Seth and upon hearing Aiden's name, my mind was activated. That's when I realized that my body was laid flat on a soft mattress and my eyes were closed. I was unconscious? I opened my eyes when his smell lingers on my nostrils like an intoxicating and addicting perfume. My forehead knotted as I was blinded by the brightness of the light.

“Kill you? Ayisha—” Ayisha lifted a hand. “Shh. I’ll explain everything later, okay? For now, just stay away from me. Don’t ask questions. Promise me.” Tessa nodded slowly, still shaken. “I promise.” Ayisha’s face softened again. “You look different,” she said, studying her. “Softer. Calmer.” “I’m trying,” Tessa murmured. “Ares wants to start over. He wants to give us a chance.” Ayisha’s eyes glinted with a mix of surprise and amusement. “Really?”

But it still looked authentic. "Have you been working here for a long time?" Asked Arash. And he swallowed his disappointment again because Zaya refused to answer Arash's question for the umpteenth time. “Hmm .…” Arash was about to turn away and suppress his anger towards the girl when his eyes caught sight of a book that was very familiar to him. “A novel by Mira.Wv…?” And those words were what made Zaya then direct her full attention towards the man.

Aisha looked down at the notebooks. At the life contained inside them. At the family that had never existed. And for the first time since arriving at Belle Vue, she felt something unexpected. Not professional curiosity. Not clinical interest. Something far more dangerous. Compassion. Because somewhere inside those pages she had glimpsed a lonely man constructing an entire universe simply so he wouldn't have to face the possibility of being completely alone. And somehow that felt more heartbreaking than any illness. The rain continued falling outside. Far across the hospital, Arman sat beside his window writing another chapter of a life that had never happened.

Cassia took in the room with one look. Glass on the carpet. Stella over me. Me on the floor, holding the urn. She did not slow down. She crossed the room in three steps. She caught Stella's arm in that half-second of confusion, then pulled the urn out of her hands. She moved into Stella's space. Stella swung at her. Cassia caught it. I did not wait. I clamped my arms around the urn and crawled, hands and knees, glass under me, out to the SUV. I yanked the back door open and folded into the seat.

Hope The sound of people banging and clattering about has my eyes snapping open amd my heart rate jumping in alarm. For a second i dont know where i am or whats happening and then everything from the past week coming crashing into me like a stones being throw. Being aressted. the cells, the wolves, being a sevant in serves to those fucking monsters. I groan and sit up my head pounding from the sudden rush of information coming back to my brain. Maria rushes in worry and aggravation written all over her face" Girls get up , what are you doing !" hurry dress and meet me in the kitchen" We musint be late!" She off in a hurry yelling the same at the girls in the rooms next to ours . I look over

“They’re not real. They can’t be. Vampires and werewolves and witches, that’s a huge stretch, but fine, okay, maybe, but dragons?” My pulse raced. My hands trembled. The words hit like a punch in the gut. I took a step back. Then another. “You’ve made a mistake,” I said. “I’m just a girl. Just Nora Carver. An unwanted orphan with a bad attitude and a glitchy brain. I don’t have power. I don’t have a legacy. I barely even have a past.” Ashleigh’s hair turned a pale gold as she said, “But now you have a future.”

But he's not! Damn it! What's taking him so long? I couldn't just wait here. I need to do something! Think, Camilla. Think! Most of his men went inside the hacienda. They probably think we're still inside. Ares went back to his car and drove it. The wheels screeched against the concrete pavement as it sped inside the hacienda. I glanced at the other car. It didn't follow Ares'. It remained unmoving amidst the erupting chaos around it.

Inside: the original Vesper heir’s thoughts. Paranoia. War. Visions of fire consuming the Vatican. And a single phrase etched repeatedly into the margins: “The ash will rise. The ash will rise.” Jasmina said softly, “They were waiting for you.” Amara slammed the book shut. “No. They were trying to stop me.” Scene Six – The Missing Page They searched the room, frantic. Jasmina found a scrap in the corner — torn from the missing page. On it: part of a sentence.