Sasha Qwaser Novels & Stories

“I… felt something touch him yesterday. Touch us. A dense energy, like a warning. Or a promise of something I don’t know yet.” The room fell silent for a few seconds. Until Sasha gasped dramatically: “I just wanted to remind everyone that I survived the frozen north, killed an ice dragon with a silver spoon, and still haven’t received any recognition.” Susan smiled despite the tension. “Sasha… one day I’m going to write a chronicle just about your poetic lies.” “That’s the closest thing to a compliment I’ve ever gotten from you,” he replied triumphantly. Alexei checked the tablet and cleared his throat.

"Please don't hurt me." I crouched down in front of her. "What's your name?" "Sasha." She said in a whisper. "My name is Sasha." "Sasha." I tested it on my tongue. "You have a death wish, Sasha?" She stared at me. "What?" "Investigating the syndicate and taking photos. You think they wouldn't kill you?" She swallowed hard. "I'm a journalist, I was going to expose them. I have evidence—photos, documents—"

I mumbled, then exhaled sharply as the helicopter rose and my stomach dropped. Giggles~ That's what filled my headset so I looked back to see Sasha wearing a headset with all smiles. I giggled at the sight and asked Ian how old Sasha was. “Sasha is five and very intuitive, it was part of her mother's gift. She was a soothsayer, and so is Sasha,” he answered emotionally. My brow rose as I looked at Sasha and Ian. “That's an amazing gift to have, I imagine,” I said softly but Ian's eyes narrowed as he flew.

Chris asked, stepping in front of Elsa. "Oh." Sasha chuckled, glancing at the huge middle-aged man standing next to her. "Where are my manners? I'm Sasha and this is Benjamin." She pointed at the man next to her. "We are smoke witches next in command to the royalties." She continued."We've come ourselves, since the familiar witches are too weak to deliver." She finished, still having her usual smirk glued to her face.

"You may enter." The door slowly creaked open and in stepped Sasha, the beta's second daughter. She had her dark hair in a bun and had on a turtle-neck dress hiding her athletic figure. This one could ride for days without her knees getting tired. She was taller than her elder sister and had a six-pack that could put most of the male wolf’s six-pack to shame. Sasha wasn't as pretty as Sara, but her head game was fire. As she got closer the Alpha realized she reeked of Vick’s vapor rub. The scent was driving his wolf into a frenzy.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

She is the picture of perfection, but looks brutal as hell. Pushing off the car, I walk to her, extending my hand. "Sasha Maxwell." I introduce myself. She lifts the glasses from her face with her left hand, extending her right with a snide grin. "Sasha, huh?" She doesn't wait for a response to the arrogant way she snarled my name. "Claire Weston."

I know I didn’t wrap it a single time last night… “No Sir, there is no pup and due to some security issues lately, I would like to take my mate away for some quality time, the two of us, without the current pack stressors interfering” “Security issues? anything we need to be apprised of? Garret asks. “Not at this time sir” I respond. “Very well. I have a prior commitment, but I’m sure that we can find a member or two to attend” Bryant says looking at the other council members as they nod at the camera. “I can attend, Alpha Zac,” Austin says looking at the other members before continuing “who is the lucky she-wolf to be honored?” “Isla Miller,” I say.

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