Sing Ash Novels & Stories

my mothers words scream at me inside my head. I look around at the people around me, some of the faces i recognize from over the years. I never bothered to make friends its kind of pointless when you hidding. " Anyone tries anything they die" says the man next to garret. Ive never seen him before he's well kept clearly a man of higher standing than garret with clean white sleeves and shiny boots. Hes handome with blonde hair and a sharp jaw. They all like that, beautiful built like gods with bodies carved from the heavens themself. But i know better its just a mask hiding the beast they really are. Devils disguised as angles.

Hot tears. They burned my red bumpy skin. “Help. Anyone?” My voice was raspy. I didn't only feel fear. I could taste it slithering down my throat. I felt a presence. A strong presence. Superior. Powerful. “Embrace it.” A thick and uneven whispering voice spoke. The ash I tried to scrub off from my body slowly dispersed into the air, forming a ball of thick dark fog. Fiery eyes shone from within the fog. “Embrace it.” It said louder, more austere.

I broke them with pressure, anger and the promise that resistance would only make the end worse but Asher broke them by making them understand he had no predictable limit. He set the black case on the table and opened it carefully. The men stared. Inside were tools arranged in perfect rows. Some were ordinary enough to recognize, while others had been altered with silver edges, runes or narrow channels designed to carry herbs and poisons into the skin. Asher selected one instrument, inspected it and returned it to its place, taking his time as though choosing utensils for dinner. “I want to be clear,” Asher said pleasantly. “I don’t actually enjoy this as much as everyone claims.”

he introduced himself with a stretch of his hands while pulling off the face mask covering his face. "Bethany Jessica Asha," Beth introduced herself with a handshake. George narrowed his eyes on her. She quickly noticed his body went stiff and his face morphed into one without an expression. "You are an Asha?" she hesitated before nodding in reply, and he sneered. "What is an Asha doing in Salem City?" he questioned. Beth shrugged with an amused smile. Ashas are a family of gifted werewolves bonded together by a birthmark instead of blood connection. Each member of this family has a birthmark unique to themselves alone, which also represents the power they hold.

she laughed it out. "Oh shit!" Ash spat. "Oh shit!" I responded. "This is going to be a rough ride, to make her believe your existence. All the best, dude," Ash teased me. "Shut up," I growled.

"I will teach Asha while I try to remember what happened the night when Uncle Mithin died." "You're not alone when it comes to teaching Asha. I'm actually here to continue our lessons. And ... expect a cooking battle from me." Abhik said as his mouth curved to a smile.

“Let the two women scramble, point fingers, and defend themselves while I take center stage. They can waste their energy throwing stones at each other while I stand untouched.” He crossed the room and opened a drawer filled with old files press photos from his time as CEO, endorsements, interviews. He selected one, holding it up to the light. “Time to remind the world who Larry Asika is.” Instructions to His Assistant He picked up the intercom and buzzed through to his assistant. LARRY: “Anita. I need you in my office. Bring the PR draft for my public statement and get me a speechwriter. I want something raw, emotional… believable.”