Red Vs Ash Pokemon Novels & Stories

"Not even some Bacardi?" "Rum isn't my thing," I say distastefully, screwing my nose up. Leaning across the bench, Asher gives me a look that mirrors the ones Jasper gives me sometimes. So intense, they have me wanting to look anywhere but him. But this time, I match it with as much confidence as possible, which seems to give him the utmost pleasure. "And what is your thing, darling?" Jasper clears his throat, and for a second, I think I catch him shoot Asher a dangerous look I've never seen on him before. But in a second, it's gone.

Bones could only hold his shields up for so long, and their three heavy hitters were out cold. Awakaned powers had limits. Those limits meant Rina could read thoughts, but only so many at a time. Ralph could erect shields and move objects with his mind, but flight was out of the question because gravity exerted too much pull for him to break. Limits meant their powers were weapons and only that, not the answer to every problem. They had no easy way out. Knight trusted in his team that they could find one even with their wings clipped. They’d done it before; they could and would do it again.

He was certain, he was responsible for the red skies and bloody rain which plagued St Donovan moments ago. "What do you mean It's Asher," She said about to take a few feet forward when Matilda grabbed her wrist. "Don't, that fucker smells different," She said while Alexander's gaze darkened as though realizing Asher's identity through his red wings. But it couldn't be, the red witch was dead. The Ancient blood bats had confirmed it. "Come my love don't listen to them," Asher said with a warm smile earning a quizzed look from Evelyn. It was a word of endearment he had never used until now.

The Hollow Throat waits on the other side. I don’t lie to her. Not now. “This land doesn’t kill,” I murmur. She tilts her head slightly. Just enough. “It remembers,” I say. “And it asks what you brought.” We reach the edge before either of us realizes we’ve stopped breathing. The forest doesn’t end so much as unravel. Trees go pale—bark bleached, branches stripped. The snow turns ashen. Not gray, not white. Just… leached. Like color died here a long time ago, and nothing’s dared to replace it.

Symbols carved in ash lined the stone — sigils of the Varela bloodline, old and nearly extinct. “What is this?” I asked. “A pact,” she said softly. “An original Varela code. The same one that built our cartel generations ago. Each symbol marks a bloodline promise.” She traced one with her finger, her hand trembling slightly. “But this one… it’s new.” “What does it say?” She met my eyes. “It says ‘The Daughter of Ash must burn to rebuild the crown.’” The words hung between us, sharp and cruel. “Someone wants to end the Varela line,” I said.

Asher asked, going back to the discussion. “Tricky or not, won’t you still find her?” she raised an eyebrow and Asher just sighed. Just then, two wolves ran past them into the woods, however, a very delicious scent wafted into his nostrils and his eyes glowed red. “Oh, you have already picked her up, haven’t you?” Anita asked but before she could make a jest of him, she perceived a tantalizing smell and froze. “Do you smell that?” “I don’t think you are smelling what I am smelling,” Asher smiled, his eyes glowing redder by the second, “go get him.”

She seems to enjoy the game, purring at the thought of him nipping at her heels. Asher leaps, tackling me to the ground. We roll together in our wolf forms, the underbrush of the forest softening the tumble. For a moment, I’m worried my wolf might lash out, but he pins us beneath his massive frame before she can react. His red eyes gleam, glowing with raw power, and his fur is so dark it seems to swallow the light. He’s breathtaking, and I hate how my wolf practically melts under his gaze.

Just then, a small head peeked through the suffocating smoke. “Madam, do you need any help?” someone asked timidly. I forced my eyes open and saw a young boy who was about the same age as my son. He was covered in ash and dirt, but his eyes shone brightly through the smoke. He was so small in size, yet he managed to muster the strength to help me up. Then, together, we slowly made our way outside. The path to the outside was incredibly challenging, and I felt like giving up several times.

“A black ash? Around the whole cell? You never mentioned it to be a black ash” I sighed “yes I didn't mention what kind of ash it was because at the time I thought it wasn't relevant. And yes he poured it at every corner of the bars.” She nodded slowly, thinking. “You never mentioned it ti be black ash, the black ash is not just regular ash. That was part of the spell. Ash magic is old. Dangerous.” “What does it mean?” I asked with a raised brow. “It means I can work with it. If I get the right kind of ash, I might be able to reverse the spell.” Mira said.

“The last time I felt this…” I stop. The memory hits too hard. Flames. Screaming. Blood. A world dying around me. My hands tighten into fists. “The last time I felt this,” I continue carefully, “everything changed.” Rowan goes very still beside me. His attention sharpens instantly. “What does that mean?” I stare into the trees. At nothing. At everything. At ghosts only I can see. “It means I have felt powerful enemies before.” That much is true. “It means I know what it feels like when something ancient starts moving.”