One Piece Ashura Novels & Stories

Chapter 28: Survival Manga ordered the retreat of his warriors but Annatoria couldn't go after him. She and her forces were weak a d chasing him might eventually lead to her defeat. She needed to treat her warriors. As she watched Manga flee, her emotions began to return. Her eyes traveled to Asher who was on the ground, his good and healthy arm tightly holding his broken arm. “I'm sorry, Asher" She hugged him, his arm bleeding profusely. “It's fine, you're strong. I know it" He said, observing that she was about to cry. His gentle pat on her back wasn't enough comfort for her.

yet when Haya spoke, Asher suddenly ran towards Asher and just hit him in the head. Asher and Haya are confused by what Asher is doing. He tried to punch her again, but Haya stopped him. "Asher, stop it! You got it wrong!" said Haya. "Of course we're just talking here." said Asher. "Are you still talking? When you hug him, huh ?!" said Asher angrily. "Asher, we're sitting empty, trust me." said Haya. Again, he approaches Asher, but Asher is still angry and dies.

We get a little nod from her. We work back to back now with the little girl in the middle of us. We were fighting for so long that the light had now faded from the sky and night was upon us. Asher came running from the tree's towards us. Slashing beast after beast as he past them. He jumped on top of one of them and pulled his neck backwards until their was a loud crack and a now floppy headed beast lay on they floor. He reached me and Arizer. "Sorry I have only just been able to join the fight, I hate summer waiting for the night to come. I have been hearing the battle and hated not being able to help in anyway and not know if you were safe or not Keira."

Kira unclipped and removed the helmet, tossing it aside even as she yanked the bandanna off her face. “Nah, you’re still alive despite all the blood you got on you.” For all her attempt at a rescue, Kira looked like shit, gray-faced and shaky, with a massive black bruise on the right side of her neck where the bullet wound should have been. Knight drank in the sight, feeling almost giddy with relief that Kira had seemingly come back from the dead. For a few precious seconds, Knight basked in the fact that Kira was really alive.

His destroyed body fell on the cold ground followed by the explosion of the time bombs and helicopters above them. “Brother!” Ashriel shouted, shaking Natsuki’s body. “No, no, no, please.. Please.. Mix and Gil are waiting for you. Don’t… “ She sobbed and heard Natsuki take his final breath. “Don’t leave us…” *** Ashriel’s tears kept on falling as she looked at Austere City that was slowly turning to ashes. After Edom died and the war was over, she and her Cadre went to the cliff where she usually rests, looking at the overview of Austere City.

Then rushed over and dragged Jasper off Ashina’s arms. Ashina seemed stunned. “Even in dire situations like this, you still have a woman around you.” She spat with irritation and hatred. “I don’t know what he might have done wrong to you, but I think you got it all wrong,” Ashina smiled, trying to explain as she approached Aurora. “Stop! You will obviously try to support him and I am not ready to listen to whatever silly explanation you have. Neither do I need your smile. Save it for those that would fall for it.” Aurora asked her to hold her peace.

ASHINA’S POV The clanging of footsteps shattered the suffocating deadlock. It began as a faint, almost imperceptible rumble, like a distant storm murmuring across the plains. Gradually, it intensified, becoming the steady, deliberate pounding of boots marching in harmony, vibrating through the soil and into our bones. I held my breath while Alpha Knight paused mid-motion, sword suspended in the air, his gaze snapping sharply towards the growing noise. Then, out of the shadows, they appeared. It was the warriors clad in deep midnight blue, their faces adorned with the sacred patterns of my bloodline. Their presence was like a surge of memory brought to life.

King Sylvan commanded, his voice as calm as the wind. Lord Thorne, Councilor of Shadows, gestured with long, elegant fingers. The centre of the moonstone table clouded, then cleared to reveal the image of a clearing near the eastern border of Eldoria. In the centre lay a pile of fine white ash in the vague shape of a humanoid figure. "The remains of Veridian Aspen, Your Majesty," Lord Thorne reported, his voice devoid of emotion. "Found by the border patrols. Nothing remained but ash." Queen Elara leaned forward, her eyes narrowing as she studied the image. "No Fae has been reduced to ash in that manner since the Great Wars," she observed, her melodic voice carrying an edge of steel. "What m

“But they fight with us.” A sudden wind picked up from the east. Leaves soared like embers. One of the Old Ones advanced into the clearing—a tall wolf, pitch-black pelt jagged with silver crackling like lightning, eyes reflecting the moon. It sniffed the air and glared at me. And then it spoke. Her name slithered into the night: Ashirah. Amara gasped. That’s when everything shattered. Her eyes flicked to me. Then back to the wolf as if searching for something lost.

Clad in a plain black shirt as he walks through the door way. I walk to the dj set, and ask him to turn it doesn't. He does as I grab the mic and tap on it before speaking into it, catching everyone attention. “Hello~ lovely ladies and gentlemen” I catch a glimpse of Zion moving along with the crowd. “I know you are enjoying but do you know what's this bash for?” I ask, eyeing Zion who finally makes it in the front. “Tonight's Bash is for my amazing brother Zion” I drag the word ‘amazing’ in a slow silly way before adding,