Sasha Necron Novels & Stories

Sasha had insisted on that—one for her father, one for every name she’d written into the ledger of loss. Nico stood waiting beneath the awning, the evening light slicing across his face, softening the sharp edges that war had carved there. He wasn’t dressed as a Don tonight. Just a man—black suit, open collar, hands unarmed and waiting. When Sasha appeared at the top of the stairs, every sound seemed to dissolve. Her gown wasn’t traditional—nothing about her ever was. It was sleek, silver-gray satin, shaped to strength instead of fragility, her hair swept up and pinned with a single crystal comb. She looked like something divine had remembered it was mortal.

The crescent moon mark on their chest also seems to be a birthmark only the descendants of Alpha Lycaon processes. My memory flashed back to the time I had seen Alpha Damien's bare chest, he didn't bare the mark though I couldn't take the time to look at him detailedly as I was scared for my life at that moment. Looking up at Alpha Lucius' portrait, his red eyes reminded me so much of Roshan, I didn't read much meaning into it as anything I felt, touched or saw all reminded me of him since the moment he left me to go back into the forest.

Something that still carries the Church’s coin and the Church’s warrants. He sips his ale slowly, eyes scanning the wall behind the bar where fresh posters have been tacked up. The ink is still damp in places. Raven Winterstar stares back at him from the parchment—child’s face, white hair, sharp blue eyes that seem to follow him even in charcoal and soot. Below the sketch: **NECROMANTRESS. 500 GOLD MARKS. DEAD OR ALIVE.** Garrick sets the tankard down. Wipes foam from his mustache with the back of his hand. He’s seen worse bounties. He’s hunted worse things. But a child who raises the dead… that’s new. That’s interesting.

Sasha was there, sitting near the front, her eyes wide as Soren stormed toward her. “What did you do?” he snapped. Sasha frowned. “What are you talking about?” “Don’t play dumb with me!” he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. “You’re controlling the dragons—call them off!” Her face paled. “What? Are you insane? I’m not doing anything!” I stepped forward. “If this is a joke, Sasha, it’s not funny—people are dying!” “I swear it’s not me!” she cried, standing up.

Sasha asked and the little one nodded. "Papa...hum. Papa, hum." Sasha chuckled and kept kissing the baby until he finally said 'Ouch'. Once Sasha let him go, he scooted out of the room like a lightning bolt. Sasha smiled to herself. After that incident, she never thought she would see this day. Wynter died while giving birth to Noah but Ragnar brought her back to life. This was also another reason why Leo had to bow down to him. Even if this wasn't the reason, he had to because he had no choice, none of them did.

I asked, my voice reflecting relief at her return and a sense of urgency to understand her absence. Sasha's gaze met mine, and her expression mirrored the weight of her words. "I apologise for my disappearance, Luna Isla," she began, her voice filled with seriousness. "I had to investigate some crucial information regarding the warlock." My brows furrowed with curiosity and concern. "What did you find out?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Sasha took a deep breath, her eyes briefly glancing at my mother before focusing on me again. "It seems there is more to this warlock than we initially thought," she revealed. "He has ties within our pack, including someone who may be supporting h

he requested calmly. "That man you saw is Alpha Nolan, he is a man that is fond of destruction, kidnapping, killing and can do anything to achieve power" Sophie explained. Sith sighed and shook his head. "How did I end up in a situation like this?" he muttered to himself. "If you need to take side, we are the good guys. He is trying to kill you. You saw that" David moaned. "If you can find me, why can't you just find him directly?" Sith was still uncooperative.

The mysterious figure of blackness flicked its wrist to splatter and dissipate the blood that had remained on its hand, in a sense of a way to get the blood off. ???: "Pathetic. And oh yeah I've left you a little present along with that. I hope you like it. See ya next time and hopefully we can dance a little bit better after that embarrassing performance with your foot earlier as I beat your ass you worthless piece of shit~." And with a turn of its foot the mysterious figure of blackness had walked back to continue what it had set out to do the moment Naraja had woken up from his slumber in this strange world... The mysterious figure of blackness had begun to laugh in a maniacal sadistic si

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

It was a long story, but Arabelle and I ended up being brutally slain by a group of unknown assailants. When I woke up reincarnated in a new body, I was a child once more. Only that this time, I wasn’t any normal child. I was Xizramon, nicknamed Sin by Vernod himself. I developed into a full-fledged demon, earning praise from all monsters at my side. I sincerely believed that the gods had granted me another chance at life to be reincarnated as the Demon CEO, as the others enjoyed nicknaming me. If not for me to be reunited with Arabelle, then for what other reason was I given rebirth?