Sing Ash Novels & Stories

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

Ashier's mind continued to race, considering every angle and scenario, trying to find a solution that would allow him to protect both his pack and his bond with Blair. As he neared the garage, the echo of his footsteps gradually subsided, replaced by the distant hum of machinery and the scent of oil and gasoline. The anticipation of the journey ahead mixed with the turmoil within him, creating a storm of emotions that he couldn't easily shake off. With each passing moment, he braced himself for the challenges that awaited him, hoping that he would find clarity amidst the chaos of his thoughts. “You’re here your highness,” Alisha chuckled as Ashier got to the garage, she opened the car door w

"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.

"I know you’re a clean freak, and you’re way too soft on your pretty girls. No worries. Tonight, it’s on me. We’re hitting the spa!" Andrew turned toward Aspen, noticing her shaking. "Why are you trembling? Cold?" Aspen forced a smile. "Not cold… I-I'm just… not used to this." Andrew spoke flatly. "You better get used to it. Seeing blood is just a warm-up for someone walking the assassin’s path. One day, it won’t just be blood. You’ll see heads roll." Her face turned ghostly white as she murmured, "Got it… honey." Andrew let out a sharp grunt. "When we're in public, call me Mr. Lloyd."

If the rumours are true, I know Asher must have some. "You know the immortal lands are no place for her," Asher mutters in reply, turning his back as of to expel all of the conversation. It left an awkward air between us, even as Aspen continues to fight his brother, who has walked to a cupboard hitched up on the wall. He opens it, pulling out a small crystal glass and an unfamiliar type of alcohol in a blue bottle. "She can help us, you know that," Aspen exasperates. Asher doesn't say anything, as he pours a drink, and turns back around. His persona from serious, has molded into one of amusement, as his eyes gleam testily.

I asked. "Someone called the consciousness of the Ash to our country, and I suspect Mariah for it." He said, and I frowned. "Why will she do that? She is trying to cleanse her system from the ash," I said, and he laughed. "Have you seen her do it? Have you seen her drink the Cutmas teas?" he asked, and I frowned because I had asked Sabrina the same question when she handed me the tea. "The Ash promises eternal youth, life and strength. If they feed it well enough, it will bless its feeder. I believe she fed Stadia to it and might be planning on feeding Moon country to it," he said.

Asher hissed. Asher is my best friend, and he is like a brother to me, but I swear he does not get sarcasm. Nash said that with so much sarcasm you could practically see the puddle of it on the damn floor. I still had a fair amount of adrenaline flowing through my veins. I am not sure how we deal with this. Between Kaleb and his ADD and Asher with his damn tism, as the girls call it, not to mention that he also has ADD it is like living with two five year olds sometimes. How these two function and help run a damn pack on a daily basis is beyond me.