Novel Asih Novels & Stories

Emily’s Point of View For years I grieved children I thought were buried in ashes . Yesterday the truth did not whisper, it crashed into me like a storm ,my babies are alive. My babies did not perish in the fire ten years ago . The thought alone is enough to glue me to the bed long after the sun has clawed its way into the sky. Golden light streams through the tall windows of my penthouse, catching on the white silk curtains I never bothered to draw shut last night. The room feels too bright, too loud, too alive for a heart that has just relearned how to hope.

The runes pulsed like a heartbeat. The shadow paused just beyond the circle. It had no clear form, but hints of a muzzle and claws flickered in and out of existence, as if it couldn’t quite decide what it was. When it opened its mouth, no sound came out — only a ripple of cold that raised gooseflesh on everyone’s skin. Jude whispered, “What the hell…” Lyra’s eyes hardened. “It’s a Hound of Ash,” she said. “He makes them from the wolves who fight him.”

MEANWHILE IN DAMON'S MANSION Ivy was sitting on the bed with a novel in her hands but her eyes weren't on the novel instead it was on the door. Though she had said she wouldn't open the door for Damon in the afternoon but here she was sitting on the bed with her door unlocked , silently waiting for Damon while dressed in a sexy nightgown. She sighed for the tenth time before returning her focus on the novel. Minutes later she got bored of the novel and lay down on the bed. She was secretly hoping for Damon to come soon , though a part of her mind knew she was wrong and shouldn't be thinking of him but another part couldn't help think of him especially since her body was aching for Damon's to

“Oh, hey, Aisyah.” The youngest sister, Aisyah, nodded at her with a wide smile. “You’re here, sister? It’s been a thousand years.” She found her seat next to her brother. Aisyah was already in her college attire, beaming. Her aura radiated stronger than sunlight to the point that Taqiyuddin inwardly groaned and cowered. “I don’t need so much positivity right now.” Aisyah giggled, and placed her book on the table, next to her. “Oof, someone is cranky.”

" Asahi grabbed Isabella's hand and they walked to the lift which opened automatically for them and started going up without them touching anything. Between the time the guard had pushed him out and the time Isabella was brought out, Asahi had cried his eyes out. They became blood spotted and puffy. He was crouched on the ground with his hands around his knees and wrapped around his head. He sobbed Into his thighs like a small child. There was no way out of this. Asahi was sure his time on earth was running out. But at least, Isabella was fine. Isabelle was fine.

She had finally found the perfect space she didn't think she needed until now. Joshua soon returned with the cleaning supplies, and together, the Beta and his human Luna, saw to cleansing her new home. # In the forest, Asher crashed from the woods and into the clearing which led to the lake. His knees were finally weakened when his physique chaotically splashed into the water. The ghost was sitting on the edge of the lake, and she smiled sadly. It was tough to leave the man she knew so well and loved so much. Asher splashed his fists into the water and yelled out in a rage. He roared and sobbed out in anger, the veins bordering his neck were stretched and visible.

“We just killed her right?” Kira grimaced and sent the image back to the director’s terminal. “Yeah, we did. Something’s not right with your intel.” “You sure about that?” Rodrigo asked flatly. “Her name was Lilia Baudin. I watched her head explode in my scope two years ago in Prague. Yeah, I’m pretty damn sure.” “A highly possibility that she's an Awakaned too?” Knight asked in the tense silence that followed. Kira managed to contain his flinch, but just barely.

Hope Hate it radiates from every cell in my body. It burns with every breath i take as i drag my tired feet through the mud beneth me forcing myself to stand when i hear the men shouting from the door keeping us locked in this god forsaken place. I can hear the cough of a small girl no more than 10 in the cell next to mine, her chains rattiling with every shake of her shoulders. i wonder what she did to get here. Shes weak we all are, no food or water for two days will do that to you. The dougens smell of sulfure and desparation. Its dark with a single dimly lit lantern sitting in the corner. It flickers from the small breeze coming from beneath the doungen door. My name is hope, its kind of

From my fingers to my toes, they were all carefully plated. Several wealthy elites in their fifties and sixties—men and women—sat around the table, picking up the ceviche from my body and tasting it. Sometimes, they would poke at me with their forks. Humiliation burned through me. I wanted to fight back, but my limbs were weak. “This one’s not bad,” an old man with pockmarked skin said as he licked his fork. “He’s just a bit too skinny.” “But the people who sent him here said he’s untouched. If he’s clean, he’s worth every penny.”

A young man stepped out, assisted by two servants, dressed in embroidered gold brocade and wearing a jeweled circlet. I'd recognize that face anywhere—even if it turned to ash. It was Matthew, my brother, who was supposed to be dead for over a year. The brother I'd given my life to atone for. He was back. Alive. Radiant. Dressed like a true prince of nobility. I hung there in the air, struck dumb as if by a bolt of lightning. My ghost trembled on the verge of unraveling.