Sing Ash Novels & Stories

By the time they got to the stones where Ash was supposedly to begin the invoking of their ancestors, Myan had partially dozed off. Ash arranged some leaves onto the floor so he could carry on without having to unnecessarily focus on her. She didn't wait for a second to pass before closing her eyes as soon as her head hit the floor. Ash took his shirt off and clenched his fists by his sides, taking a deep breath before pulling his pants down, leaving his manhood protected by small leaves he had wrapped them with earlier.

He would have them taken somewhere else for disposal. "Asher," Sitnikov greeted him with a cold smile and extended his hand with a drink. Ash took it saying, "Please, call me Ash. Vodka I assume?" "The best," Sitnikov stated, tossing his own glass back. "Please, sit." Ash sat in the chair indicated and drained his drink as well. He didn't drink often. He took his sobriety very seriously, knowing how easy it would be to sink into the pit of addiction. He had too much to live for , owed Khalid too much , to allow himself that course in life. He placed his tumbler on the desk and covered it with his hand, shaking his head when Sitnikow offered him another pour. He hoped the lethal Russian didn'

~ash I just nodded and burried my face in his chest. "Consider yourself grounded, and expect a call from me later...go now" ~ash "Now you angel! What are you doing here? Where did you think you're going! Deep trouble nala!" ~ash Oww damn look I'm in deep trouble. too

Suddenly I remember the words and I blurt them out before I can stop myself. "What is BDSM?" Ash spits out his water onto the floor and completely chokes on it, almost stumbling to the ground. He coughs as his face changes color to crimson red in a matter of seconds and he looks around at the ground frantically, his behaviour changing completely. Weird. He's never gotten this reaction at the other things I have asked.

her father asked. “Something I could use to defend us” Ashina said. She wiped the flood if swear that had already gathered on her forehead. Then her father bent down. He could see a little sling short with small pieces of coal and silver. He wrapped the silver and coal together and put it in. He went outside and shot at one of the people who had been attacking someone from their pack. And Immediately he died.

Ash asked sober and broken, his eyes were swelling from holding so much anguish in him, In front of him was four bottles of alcohol yet he couldn’t drunk as much as he wanted. “Could you put Lass-B in the drinks” Gamma Brent requested the bartender, (Lass B was a portion that made wolves drunk in a matter of minutes with no side effects) Two glass were dropped in front of them, Ash immediately picked his and downed it in a go, he could feel the portion working already.

Ash: A word? Livia: Yes Livia: For when it gets too much Livia: I could use Ink? Livia: But Nicolas would know Pink/Ink, so it wouldn't seem out of the blue Ash: That's smart. Let’s do that Livia: Thank you Ash: Not for that Livia: What's Ink? Ash: Nothing Steve: Am I dreaming, or is Ink some sort of safeword between you two? Steve: Are you joking Ash: F*ck off

I ignore my urge to roll my eyes and stay vigilant, listening for anything in the distance. “Ready, ready!” Alpha Asher, or Ash, as he prefers to be called, gets a large spray gun ready. We learned that he has a background in chemical engineering, hence how he was able to develop non-alcoholic liquor. He and his brother were able to develop an anti-magic spray. Killing witches isn’t too difficult; getting past their magic and spells is the tricky part. This solution is a great equalizer. After a few hours of research and tinkering in his lab, Ash and Archie developed a solution made of mistletoe, rowan berries, and some other things I can’t remember. This solution will basically cancel out a

"Then you must have equally done a lot of shit with Alex. Alex Shorters.” What the hell did Faith and Cassie blab to him? Alex Shorters was merely one of my admirers back in Minnesota and I only had a crush on him, nothing more. “Shut up!" I glared hard at Asher. He seemed super pleased to have hit a nerve. “Yeah, you guys have done it a million times in many dirty and different ways." Has he suddenly gone nuts? How dare he say that to me? Without thinking, I picked the object nearest to him and flung it hard at his head.

Lira (POV) The air in the cleansing room isn’t just thick—it’s choking. The stench of incense coils through my nostrils like burning hair and spoiled meat. They’ve burned the same mix every time—wolfsbane ash, marrow dust, grave lilies. It doesn’t just linger. It infests. I can feel it creeping under my skin, nesting in the hollow behind my ribs. A curse-wearing perfume.