Sing Ash Novels & Stories

Being unable to shift into a werewolf can really takes its toll on someone. But for Lily, she's gotten used to it. Sure, she'd love to run along with her pack instead of jumping from tree to tree like a squirrel but what can a person do? Get kidnapped of course

Three thousand years ago came the twilight of the gods. The betrayal of the Fire God reduced all civilizations to ashes, along with order itself and the glory of the divine realm. Three thousand years later, upon the new lands created by the King of the Gods, the deities were gradually reborn. The silent and ruthless King of the Gods. The beautiful and gentle Queen of Heaven. The innocent yet cruel Fire God. The endless conflicts between gods and giants, the blessings left behind for a thousand years, the memories preserved within the Hall of Valor… To me, all of it had once been nothing more than tales recorded in ancient scrolls. Even my encounter with Loki felt like a destiny long foretold. Only after becoming engaged to him did I realize that my marriage to Odin had once been the happiest time of my life— and that Loki himself had been the one who destroyed that happiness with his own hands. Had there been no memories left by the God of Love, had the war between the two tribes never begun, I would have known clearly what I was meant to do. To remain by Loki’s side. To accompany him—from rebirth… to destruction.

‘She was MINE before. How could I have known she would find another man so quickly?’Dresden Wade was pretty sure the goddess was punishing him. Married for half a decade to his childhood sweetheart without a child, he is desperate for a chance to fight his wrongs when he sees her again.His TRUE mate. The woman he scorned and humiliated all those years ago.Except that now, she is standing holding hands with another Alpha.Mara Reid wants nothing to do with the surly, arrogant Alpha that used to be her mate. He had made the earlier parts of her adulthood traumatic to say the least.So why did meeting him again feel like coming home? Why did her traitorous heart skip whenever he called her name?

Zara wakes up after two years of being in coma and now has to adjust to her life after realizing that she also lost three years of her memories. Her curiosity drives her to investigate her past. A past with its own pains. Love finds her but will this love put her incomplete broken pieces together or break her even further? Kehinde, a ruthless business mogul, cold and indifferent on another side of the world with a dark secret. A man living in his own nightmare holding on to the tiny beam of light in his life. How will their different world worlds collide? Will two broken souls heal each other and find true love and happiness? There is no present without the past. What secrets do the past hold? How will the past decide the future Find out as you read this story. Do join her as she finds herself. FINDING MY MISSING PIECE Please drop a review. All constructive criticism is accepted.

After everything she thought was certain slips through her fingers, Clara is forced to confront a future she never imagined. Just when it seems there’s nothing left to hold on to, an unexpected encounter offers a path she isn’t sure she’s ready to take. Will she reclaim her power and settle old scores, or walk away before the past consumes her?

Born into blood. Forged in cruelty. Trained to kill. Seventeen-year-old Sophie is the last heir of the original Hunter bloodline, raised under the merciless hand of her grandfather, the Grand Wizard. Every scar she carries was earned in his service, every ounce of her strength forged through his brutal demands. Among her peers, she’s earned another name—the Ice Queen—untouchable, unyielding, and impossible to break. But when the devastatingly charming Jax Kilsome strides into her life, Sophie’s carefully built walls begin to crack. With war against the Wolf Nation looming, she finds herself torn between her role as her grandfather’s heir and the unexpected family she discovers in her Hunter squad. For the first time, loyalty isn’t just about blood—it’s about belonging. As the Hunters prepare for their most dangerous campaign yet, Sophie must navigate treacherous alliances, the stirrings of her guarded heart, and the secrets of a bloodline that may be both her greatest weapon and her ultimate curse. Cold steel, fierce bonds, and forbidden fire—Sophie’s war is only just beginning.

My Mafia husband, Alessio, was sleeping with his stepsister, Sophia. In the car, the study, the bathroom, even on the dining table, they left evidence of their affair everywhere. "Sophia, don't worry. Once I solidify my position in the family, I'll give you everything." "Blair… she's just a tool to secure my position." In our eight years of marriage, he had whispered the sweetest words in the world to me. Now, his devotion was worthless. I didn't cry or cause a scene. Instead, I made a deal on the black market. In two weeks, Blair Greco would disappear from this world for good.

“She died betrayed, broken, and with nothing left… then woke up with a second chance.” Natasha Berlin once gave up everything for love, only to be destroyed by the man she trusted most. Betrayed by her husband, abandoned by those around her, and stripped of the future she fought for, her life ended in regret. But fate gives her what no one else can—a second chance. Reborn to the days before her downfall, Natasha is determined to rewrite her destiny. This time, she will not beg for love. She will not lose herself for a man. And she will claim the powerful Berlin empire that should have been hers. There is only one problem. To inherit the company, Natasha must be married. Enter Sebastian Laurent—cold, powerful, dangerously unreadable, and carrying secrets of his own. His solution is simple: a contract marriage that benefits them both. But revenge is easy. Falling for the wrong man again could destroy everything. In a world of wealth, betrayal, family power, and dangerous desire, Natasha must decide: Will she use her second chance to win… or lose her heart all over again?

On my wedding day, my fiance's first love appeared at the wedding ceremony wearing the exact same haute couture gown as mine. I watched them stand together at the entrance, greeting the guests as if they were the bride and groom. Maintaining a calm expression, I complimented them, saying they looked like the perfect couple—beauty and brains, a match made in heaven. She burst into tears and fled the scene. He, however, didn't hesitate to humiliate me in front of everyone, accusing me of being petty and narrow-minded. When the wedding banquet was over, he left for what was supposed to be our honeymoon—with her by his side. I didn't argue or cause a scene. Instead, I quietly booked an appointment for an abortion.

The old Clara you knew was long gone. This Clara you were hating was made up from pain and your hatred.