Sing Ash Novels & Stories

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“I'm sick of running.” Aria met her eyes, her gaze hard and firm. “So am I. But we're not ready, not yet.” She says, gritting her teeth. “We understand you, Ash, and we're not complaining about it.” Alexander says, smiling at her, while strapping a sharp dagger around his ankles. She smiles and turns to leave to pack her things. They start to pack important things, some food, herbs, weapons they have and other stuff. Later, beneath the canopy of stars, twenty three years old Aria sat alone with her dagger. She ran her thumb over the hilt, carved with the Ashborne crest. The only piece she hadn't let go.

Tanner said as he approached the lab table. “FPSG?” Kira asked as she finished opening up the last restraint. She held up the 9 mil with its suppressor that was not one she’d gone in the field with. “Dibs on the closest carbine.” Bones gave him a flat look. “Really?” “You got a better idea?” In the field, FPSG stood for First Person Shooting Game, which became bastardized, unofficial code across all branches of the military over the past hundred years for if you find a weapon, it’s yours to wreak havoc with.

But only my brother is allowed to call me that. I look over to see my brother. His normal relaxed look, replaced by one of distress. Covered head to toe in ash. There are rips and tears along his clothing, and what appears to be burn marks laced throughout. He looked to be in a good amount of pain, not that he would ever show it. I tried to sit up to hug him, but I'm overcome with a coughing fit. It felt like at any minute, I may cough up one of my lungs.

He looked directly into the camera, his eyes seeming to bore into mine. “Hello, brother,” his recorded voice said, smooth and mocking. “I do hope you’re not too disappointed. I couldn't risk you interrupting my actual business, after all.” He took a slow sip of his whiskey. “Rico was a gift, you know. A necessary sacrifice. So loyal, so predictable. The perfect bait to draw the great King of Ashes out of his castle.” A cold dread, far worse than anything I’d felt on the rooftop, began to creep up my spine. This wasn’t the main event. This was a diversion.

Her frown slowly transformed into an unconscious smile, and with a sigh, she whispered, "Euros."

They did not make resolutions. They made assessments — it was a distinction Zara had introduced in the first year of their marriage and that Caleb had found so aligned with his own instincts that he had adopted it without discussion. A resolution was a performance of intent. An assessment was an honest accounting of what was true and what needed to be different.

He couldn’t shake the feeling of Olivia's fear through their mate bond, the sensation crawling under his skin like a persistent itch. But right now, all he could do was wait for the jet to be ready, and waiting was something he was never good at. Needing to take the edge off his nerves, Asher headed down to the hotel bar, hoping a drink might dull the restless energy coursing through him. The bar was dimly lit, with a warm amber glow casting shadows on the polished wood and leather seating. It was quieter than usual; only a few patrons scattered around. He ordered a neat whisky from the bartender and took a seat in the corner. The sharp burn of the alcohol sliding down his throat was a welco

Once they were set up, I took a seat on the couch beside Nigel as Ash knelt in front of the table, placing his hands on either side of the bowl that was now filled with water. "Now, Mason, I need you to touch the bowl and imagine who you are looking for." Ash commanded, meeting my gaze. "Make sure that you focus only on Danica, got it?" "Got it." I huffed. Sucking in a breath, I did as instructed and then let an image of my beautiful mate flash in my mind. As I did so, Ash lit a purple candle and started chanting something in a language I didn’t understand. "You’re distracting me with that chatter." I muttered, as his words drifted in and out.