Pokemon Dark Ash Novels & Stories

“Magister, why do we let garbage through the gates? Let me throw her to the stone giant and save us the paperwork.” I ignored him, but my left hand squeezed into a tight fist. My nails pressed hard into an old, ugly scar that hid my forbidden blood seal. It kept my real, dangerous ash-magic buried deep inside me. In this empire, that kind of magic meant death. It was the same power the lost Ash King used when he nearly burned the whole world a hundred years ago. “Put your hand on the stone,” Vane ordered. I stepped forward. My boots hit the hard ground, and I felt cold eyes burning into the back of my neck.

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.”

His left eye pure silver reflected the morning light, while his right eye brilliant gold seemed to generate its own inner warmth. I lifted him carefully, mindful of the fact that his powers manifested differently than Ari’s. While she glowed and levitated objects when happy, Ash produced flames when he was upset or uncomfortable. We’d learned that lesson the hard way when I’d let his diaper get too wet and he’d sparked fire across three fingers, nearly setting his blanket ablaze before I’d snatched him up. “Hey, little shadow,” I said, using his nickname. “Want to show everyone how special you are?”

"I'll marry Thelia." Luna Camilla's eyes gleamed with triumph, though she kept her expression composed. "And where are you going this time?" she asked, her tone almost conversational, as if they were discussing the weather. "Alaska," Asher replied, setting his untouched coffee cup down on the table. "For the mine acquisition." "Alaska," his mother repeated thoughtfully, her gaze searching his face. "I see. Well, don't stay away too long, Asher. We have much to prepare for."

A sound came out of me that I did not recognize. "No!" My body moved before my mind did. I lunged for the urn. Too late. It hit the ground between us. The lid came off. The white ash that had been my father drifted out, light and weightless. It settled on the wet ground, mixing with the dirt. The world stopped. I sat where I had fallen. The white was the only thing I could see. That had been my father. That had been the man who tucked me in when I had a fever, the man who taught me to ride a bike on the road in front of our house, the man who looked at me and said I was the best thing in his life.

I feel my patience thinning talking to this mongrel. “I’m right here, Alpha Vincenzo. No need to attack my brother. He’s just getting a sense of what you’re all about. Name’s Asher,” A tall, lean, man, with fair skin, brown eyes, bright tattoos all over his body, and piercings in his ears, steps out of the trees next to Mr. Mullet. The most confusing aspect about this Alpha Asher is that his hair is pink- bright pink. “I have some questions,” Tobias puts his hand up in the air as he takes in Alpha Asher. I can tell from his tone and from spending the last couple weeks with him, that he is going to say something stupid. He has admitted to hating awkward silences.

“I drug my ass up onto the subway at the crack of noon for this shit? You know how I hate the mother fucking subway girl. I probably caught scabies or some shit.” Footsteps cut across to the kitchen and Ash appeared. Ebony sized him up like a piece of juicy meat. The bitch even licked her lips afterwards. She had no shame. “There’s always room for one more,” he grinned, extending a handout to her, “I’m Ash Pembroke. I know you can’t be a friend of Leo or Grayson’s because they don’t have friends who look like you.” She shook his hand while Amber wondered if she was chopped liver or hideous. Did Ash not consider her attractive or was it that he didn’t consider her Leo or Grayson’s friend? For

**** DARIUS LARK’S POV The Almighty Asher Nightshade, the pictures on the billboards, magazines and internet don’t do justice to how intimidatingly confident he is… I thought to myself as I received his handshake… firm grip he has! “Good afternoon Mr. Asher” I say “You have built yourself a lovely company” I added looking around “Thank you Mr Lark” Asher says as he gestures for me to have a seat. “How was your flight” he asks “Splendid” I answered with a tiny smirk “Welcome to Raven’s Peak, what can I offer you? Champagne, Cuban cigar? What do you care for?” Asher ask “A glass of water would do. Ahem!” I answered clearing my throat

You seem like someone who has spent too much time chasing their destiny. A tiny smile tightened her lips, but she remained silent. Now their issues were more serious. The sharp peaks of the Ashen Spires towered in the distance as she looked beyond the horizon. As though sensing her uncertainty, the shard pulsed softly in her backpack. As the sun began to set, the sky turned scarlet and amber, and they paused to rest. Zara discovered a safe haven behind a crooked tree, its twisted branches extending like skeletal fingers into the darker sky.

She taps the bar in front of him and he looks up at her, “Tommy, breathe. What’s the problem, lay it out for me.” She leans forward over the bar to take the piece of paper he holds out to her. He closes his eyes and takes two deep steadying breaths before looking back at her and trying to explain. Ash notices his eyes are a dark red colour, not glowing but an unusual colour for a human. He wonders what the kid was. He sighs, “I just don’t get it. It’s a riddle, kind of. But it’s also supposed to be a problem, I’m confused as to the problem with it.” She takes the paper, reads it over again, then nods, handing it back.