Pokemon Dawn X Ash Novels & Stories

She was concerned. "Get her out of here." Ash ordered Joshua in an unusual voice, which struck a note deep within Miranda's body. Then turning his vision away completely, Asher released a booming growl and sent his frame into the air. His limbs were suddenly tripled in size, his skin bleeding into long, dark fur. Ash landed on all fours, as he flew over Damien's head, who ducked away from the pouncing wolf at the last second. Ash turned towards the Mayor, and snapped his snout in a menacing manner.

I have not even completed what I want to say. “No!!!” He punches the wall to the extent the whole room quivers. The echo is overwhelming. “I am Asher Feathers, and war has begun! Whoever is doing this, has bitten more than he can chew. I will not rest until I find those behind this and drink their blood from their skull. I am Asher Feathers, and this is my promise to you!!”

“Oh, Ash is going with us. I asked team A to guard the hideout today.” I never saw Ash in person. He is the War team leader, the strongest team in this pack. When we go outside in the front yard, I finally saw him. Ash was tall, he is as tall as Aaron; the man was attractive, although not as attractive as my mate, but I can see the woman and man swooning over him, with his almost silver-blue eyes, and a black hair. He saw me and bow, never imagine he would be this polite. “Nice to finally meet you, missus. My name is Ash, war team leader.” He said to me with a smile on his face.

She said, picking up her bag. Asher thought hard and long; he would use the money well. How hard can it be to kill the one who made his life miserable? He would love to see Xander become less confident. Knowing he has nothing to lose and can quickly run off without being caught, he called out to Dawn. “Miss, wait.” Dawn grinned to herself before turning to him. “You have something to say?” “Make it two hundred, and she will be dead in no time. But you have to keep your end of the bargain.”

Right after posting it, while I was still reading comments mocking me for putting on a tough front, I saw Immortal Ashes Team’s official account tag me in a post, openly standing by my side. "The crowd follows the herd. The strong walk alone. Those who don’t know how to cherish what they have will lose it. Ash Mercer, we stand with you. IA will always be your strongest backing."

GRACE'S POV I was determined to prove that I was really under anesthesia and I was only imagining things, so I immediately packed the bag I recognised as an old bag of mine and left my work station. I was waiting for the elevator when someone came and stood beside me. I didn't bother turning to look since I was only being delusional. “Grace? Are you going home?” A male voice asked. I immediately turned to look at the person and I had to hold in my gasp, because standing beside me was Ethan Adams. Yes, the same Ethan who died in my timeline.

“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.

Like he might kill me? "Find a place." he says, dismissing me. I stalk over and stand next to Seyla. If I'm going to be here at all, I might as well not be here alone if I can help it. She gives me a soft smile and then turns her head towards the instructor. The instructor at the center of the training field does not raise his voice, yet it carries cleanly across the training field. "I am Instructor Draven," he said, hands clasped behind his back, his gaze cutting through the line of first-years like a blade.

Asher In a swift motion, Xavier hurls a javelin toward me and Kayla. I react instantly, shoving Kayla to one side as I deflect the weapon mid-air, redirecting its path so that it embeds harmlessly into the wall. The impact echoes through the arena, and the gathered pack members gasp in shock. "See who finally came back from the dead," Xavier sneers, his lips twisting into a cruel smirk. I met his gaze, unbothered. Pathetic.

Dillian questions. “Asher,” he responds. So, Ash is his nickname. I am proud of him for not stuttering. “Well, Asher the lion cub, do you want to learn kenjutsu?” Dillian asks him. Ash’s face lights up as he nods empathically. This kid makes me miss my son. No one will replace the child I lost, but that doesn’t mean I cannot open my heart to other children. Ash might not know it yet, but he has already affected my life deeply. It’s time for me to focus on the present and future instead of drowning in my past regrets.