Words Ending In Ash Novels & Stories

Ashly started licking Alex's earlobe, tugging it lightly with her teeth, causing Alex to shudder. “What…what does ashaya mean?" Alex managed to gasp out when Ashly began to play with one of his nipples with one of her hands. “It means love,” Ashly whispered, trailing kisses down Alex's neck to his chest. Alex's breath hitched, and a soft moan escaped his throat. "And the last one, what do the words mean?” The kisses stopped, and Ashly looked Alex in the eyes. “Talukh nash-veh k’dular,” she said in a whisper. “It means ‘I cherish you’.”

One of the warriors poked his head in, his eyes briefly moving between us before focusing on Asher. "The warriors are assembling. We'll be ready by sundown." Asher gave him a curt nod. "Good. Keep the perimeter tight. I want eyes in every direction." The warrior nodded and disappeared. Asher turned back to me, gently brushing a strand of hair from my face. "This is it," he said quietly. "No more running." I nodded. "No more running." Outside, the sun was beginning to set, casting a blood-orange glow across the land. The calm before the storm, a storm of war.

Jewels were meant to be guarded and cherished, not tarnished. "Oh?" Belishaw looked surprised, and then it changed to a keen gaze of comprehension. "That's why you're here. You wish for me to bring you to the Thorne Auction House reception tonight, don't you?" There was a flicker of pain in Belishaw's eyes. It was clear that he thought he was being used. Damn, I can be a bloody bastard sometimes.

Ash nodded faintly as he threw his signature smile at Leona. "I know what I’ve to do from now on." Ash said ending the chat before finally lying back down - closing his eyes according to what he had said earlier. Without realizing it, the three people who they thought were going to buy food turned out to be sticking their ears to the door of the room. Every now and then they peeked - watching all kinds of interactions between the two of them through one of the open windows. They were high five in the air when they clearly heard Ash's last sentence.

Pride and authority drips off of him in waves. My head is swimming as he lets go of me the words bouncing around in my head like a pinball" I I im sorry your magisty" my words stuttering and mushing together.I thought i was afraid before sure a wolf ingenral is terrifying but the alpha" god help me" i scream in my head. Fear has sepped into the very lining of my bones causing my hands to shake. The stories told to me as a small child flash in my head causes me to panic. taking slow steps back i watch him wide eyed self preservation is slowly starting to take hold as the small distance between us growns. with out thinking of the consequences i turn on my heals and run! My own words from last

“I made the mistake of believing in something that wasn't real.” He did not look back. He did not stop. The chapter ends with me, the Queen of Nothing, watching the King of Ashes disappear, his back as cold and final as the tomb he was rebuilding around his heart, a tomb I had just helped him build.

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.

“Magister, why do we let garbage through the gates? Let me throw her to the stone giant and save us the paperwork.” I ignored him, but my left hand squeezed into a tight fist. My nails pressed hard into an old, ugly scar that hid my forbidden blood seal. It kept my real, dangerous ash-magic buried deep inside me. In this empire, that kind of magic meant death. It was the same power the lost Ash King used when he nearly burned the whole world a hundred years ago. “Put your hand on the stone,” Vane ordered. I stepped forward. My boots hit the hard ground, and I felt cold eyes burning into the back of my neck.

he introduced himself with a stretch of his hands while pulling off the face mask covering his face. "Bethany Jessica Asha," Beth introduced herself with a handshake. George narrowed his eyes on her. She quickly noticed his body went stiff and his face morphed into one without an expression. "You are an Asha?" she hesitated before nodding in reply, and he sneered. "What is an Asha doing in Salem City?" he questioned. Beth shrugged with an amused smile. Ashas are a family of gifted werewolves bonded together by a birthmark instead of blood connection. Each member of this family has a birthmark unique to themselves alone, which also represents the power they hold.

Magic that carries names older than language. She walks into the courtyard of Emberhold. And as she passes, the ash lifts in spirals. It does not settle. It curls. And across the stone, in lines of scorched sigil, a word appears. Not spoken. Formed. One word. Ashwake.