The Ashes Of His Name Novels & Stories

Henry said in an icy tone, he was starting to get irritated as they looked like they were reluctant to accept the deal. Perhaps, they thought he was here for play. "We are very much interested Sir, may we know your name?" The man whom Henry guessed to be Asher finally spoke, he leaned back in his chair, his long red hair, falling to the ground. 'wtf! What does my name gotta do with this?' Henry thought inwardly, his eyes never leaving Asher. "You can call me Death, Asher." Henry finally said, breaking the silence in the air. His voice was chilling and no matter how much he tried to be less intimidating, he couldn't control his powerful Aura.

It was a fierce battle but at the end Sibel decided to let 6 end her life. 6 lost control and after that her future was written in the flames of agony. He killed everyone and anyone who stood in his path of revenge and after that 6 won the battle. after which his alpha took him in and bestowed upon him a new name… Asher. From Ashes. It was the name written in the diary of Sibel.

Maybe this person had watched the news this morning and saw the announcement of Asher's death. But as he looked at the warm pleasant look on the man's face... Asher took in a deep breath. There was chance the man didn't know exactly who he was. To not cause anymore suspicion, he opened his mouth to tell him his name But it stuck in his throat. Asher West was no longer his name. The guy bearing that name was announced on channel 70 today The thought sent a strange, hollow ache through his chest and he dragged in shuddering breaths before a new name fell through his lips.

WG: You are cute, Precious AJ: Yeah, no, none of this is allowed AJ: No flirting allowed SL: For once, I agree with AJ OF: As I was saying, are you kidding me OF: How much more cliche can you be? SL: Blaming the black layouts and initials names everything on Asher OF: Mob boss Ash Ash: Shut up OF: Really... Ash: What's so wrong with it Ash: We are not about to put our faces on the internet recklessly OF: You could have put a fox instead Ash: Foxes are cute

But it was impossible not to remember. “I’m sorry, Asher. I’m so sorry...” Asher had spent two years building himself back from ashes. He’d changed his name, his country, his entire world, just to never feel that kind of devastation again. And now? He was watching the same man who destroyed him… being destroyed. There was a part of him, a darker, colder part, that almost welcomed it. Good. Let him see what it feels like to be burned alive. But the rest of him?

I looked at him like he was stupid “The same way I got the burns on my arms and legs” He looked at me puzzled then suddenly it all clicked “Can you tell me his full name? I have been trying to find out about him, but he is a ghost, and I am getting nowhere”. “His full name is Phillip Lord. He told me he is a plumber, but I know that is a lie. I also know that you know what he really does. I am fine if you are unable to give me that information. I also know that he wants me dead as he has met a new girl that he wants to destroy. He will come back for me, I do not want any of you getting hurt in the process. I am happy to give you what you need and then return to my life”.

Just then, a small head peeked through the suffocating smoke. “Madam, do you need any help?” someone asked timidly. I forced my eyes open and saw a young boy who was about the same age as my son. He was covered in ash and dirt, but his eyes shone brightly through the smoke. He was so small in size, yet he managed to muster the strength to help me up. Then, together, we slowly made our way outside. The path to the outside was incredibly challenging, and I felt like giving up several times.

In the evening, a black sedan drove into the villa area and stopped in front of Sophie's villa. After a young man got out of the front passenger seat, the sedan immediately drove out of the villa area. The man lit a cigarette and swaggered inside. He was dressed in a blue denim outfit, his face delicate with a touch of unruliness and decadence in his eyes. Up close or from a distance, he looked like a carefree, good-for-nothing son from a wealthy family.

he said flatly. I held my breath. “That’s not your real name.” I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Ash sighed, then with a wave of his hand, the remaining light in the room vanished. Ritual over. His eyes never left me. “I can deal with a lot of things,” he said quietly, “but I hate cheap lies.” “Sorry,” I stammered, nervous. “I don’t … know why I—” He raised his hand, telling me to be quiet. No anger exploded—just judgment.

They all stood there panting, bleeding, staring at each other like wolves after the first bite. Noa’s voice broke the silence. “What’s your name now?” His brother blinked. “I mean it,” Noa said. “They changed mine. I want to know what they made you into.” The man stared for a long time. Then: “Ash.” Noa’s heart sank. “They burned it into you.” Ash gave a slow, awful smile. “No. I chose it.” Ivy picked up the gun. “Well, Ash, you’ve got two choices now. Come with us. Or go back into whatever hole you crawled out of.”