Novel Asih Novels & Stories

Dark. Intricate. Not ink. Not entirely. Something older. Something that doesn’t belong on human skin. My breath catches. Because I’ve seen it before. Not like this. Not fully. But pieces of it. Fragments. Etched into old books. Spoken in warnings. Taught to pups who were expected to lead one day. My hand stills. My gaze locks onto it. “What… is that?” Nyxara moves instantly. Too fast. She grabs my wrist and shoves my hand away from her, stepping back in the same motion, putting distance between us again.

"Let them look for us. We'll be waiting." Without another word, Julian lowered his head and captured her lips in a fierce, demanding kiss—not a gentle parting gesture, but a wild, untamed sealing of their fates. Outside, the wind howled through the mountain pines, carrying the distant rumble of approaching enemy engines, but inside the safehouse, the war had already been won

As one of my best books, I never stopped reading it and to my younger self, it felt very useful, although many thought of it as fiction. Maybe I did too, until now that I wanted it to actually be real. “Virellion Thasra - Awaken from slumber, little one and breathe again. Come closer to the binding light and feel the life in front of you. Don't fade away.” I whispered in a low voice. The cat purred gentler, as it tried to open its eyes now. “Catlythr Thasra!” I shouted, my hands now spread wide to the air as I gazed at the sky.

the aged security man said "We're here to see Hajiya" "Oh you're welcome. You can go inside please" the man said to them and opened the door for them "Thank you" they both entered inside the shop and walked straight to the receptionist. The young lady at the desk was busy reading a novel titled "Zaheera" a novel written by Zainab Abdulkadir. She was so engrossed in the novel that she didn't see them until Khady finally spoke "Good morning" Khady greeted "Oh! I'm sorry" the lady said before greeting them " Good Morning to you. Welcome to Ashafa's shopping mall. How may I help you?" the lady said in a professional way

Afternoon sun glittered off Lake Como like scattered diamonds, painting the villa's terrace in warm gold. Alex leaned against the stone balustrade, a glass of chilled white wine forgotten in his hand. Peace had settled over the villa in the weeks since Sophia's return — but lately, watching the woman reading quietly on the lounger nearby, legs tucked beneath her, he couldn't shake the sense that something about her had gone quietly, persistently wrong.

Then I began to write: “Dear Boris, There is so much I wish I could say plainly, but I can’t. Give me one month. Just one. Let me do what I must for my tribe. Let me right the wrongs that have been festering since before you and I even began. At the end of it, I’ll come to you. With truth. With my decision. Ashina” I set the pen down with a quiet sigh and read the words over again, my heart pounding. It wasn’t enough not for the man I loved, not for the bond that tied us, but at least, it was something. A promise, or a plea, or even a piece of myself to send through the fire

Oh now you have definitely crossed the line, I will make sure you are charged for assault you hear me , this will be your last day in this school Sooha did not bother to turn back Right now, the only thing that mattered was getting to Pappie’s on time it was now looking like an impossible task

As long as you come back to work, I'll promote you to become my assistant! I snorted and said, "You must've received my message last night, right? If my text got lost in the sea of well wishes, I don't mind repeating it again." Over the phone, I heard Vernon suddenly inhale sharply, and I continued, "We're over. What do you think? Did I make things clear enough for you today? You understand what I'm saying, right?" Without waiting for Vernon's response, I ended the call right away. I also blocked this unfamiliar number.

He stands behind me, arms crossed, a shadow refusing to be drawn in. The old rogue begins to speak. “She came in the season between the moons. The one with no name. The one where wolves forgot their howls. She wore no crown. No mate-mark. No Alpha’s scent.” The hum continues beneath her voice, like breath rising from old earth. “She walked alone into the Bone Lands, where no pack claimed the soil. Her hands bled spiral. Her eyes burned red. Her name was ash. Her tether already severed.” A shiver ripples through the pack. No one looks at me.

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.