X And Ash Novels & Stories

“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 said, giving it to her. Asha took it, opening it as she nodded. Asha’s eyes drifted to Iris standing behind Xavier with a curious glance. Asha couldn’t help but smile towards her. “Hi,” she whispered. Iris returned it with the same energy. “I am Iris,” Iris said, introducing herself excitedly. “I am Asha.” “You are fire,” Iris said, smiling brightly. Asha couldn’t help at her cuteness as her hand moved to her hair, before she tapped Iris' hair. He pulled Iris to his side, giving a death glare to Asha.

But Thorne had lived long enough to know what happened when fire met flesh. He stepped back into the shadows, watching Isla with the same quiet intensity he once reserved for enemies. She was part of this now. Whether she knew it or not. And the storm was only just beginning. Thorne’s Memory He remembered the first time he met Kael and Ember. They were children then—Kael barely ten, Ember still in her mother’s arms. The Ashen Territory had been quiet that season, the clans in uneasy truce. Thorne had been assigned to patrol the outer perimeter, and Kael’s father, Darian Draven, had invited him to stay for the solstice fire.

Grant told me as I walked past. “Cheers” I mumbled as I followed Grace and Charlotte to their car. They both climbed in the back while I climbed into the passenger seat next to Zac. “I am Ryan by the way” I introduced myself. “Zac, nice to meet you man” We shook hands and then he set off. A while later we pulled up at a house in the same neighbourhood as Jacks at a house that looked just as nice as Jack’s. “Ok who the hell are you guys” I laughed.

Asher stood there, clutching his stuffed rabbit, his wide eyes flickering between me and Xaden. "Asher," I said softly, crouching to his level, "it's okay, baby. Go back to bed." "Who's that?" he asked, pointing at Xaden. My breath caught. "Just… someone I used to know. Go on, sweetheart." Asher lingered for a moment before nodding and retreating back to his room. The silence was deafening as I stood up to face Xaden. "He's mine, isn't he?" Xaden said, his voice low but full of fury.

She raised her face when the two men entered. "Hey!" Cole called in greetings. Tiana grinned and with the sudden twinkle in her eyes, he knew she was about to take another jab at him. And she didn't disappoint. "I see you finally decided to be less clingy," she said. Cole shook his head. "Ash, meet Tiana, she is one of Xavier's…. Fighters. And Tiana, meet Ash, he is helping us with logistics," Cole said. "Yeah, I noticed," Tiana said. Ash took a step forward and offered a handshake, she eyed him for about a minute until the other man dropped his hand.

Too early to be soft. A figure emerged near the edge of the clearing—Asher. Of course. “Couldn’t sleep?” he asked, tossing an apple between his hands like he hadn’t just leveled half a castle the night before. I gave a half-smile. “Did you?” “Hell no,” he muttered. “Too much talking. And crying. And snoring. Xavier snores, by the way.” I blinked. “He does not.” He grinned. “Oh, he does. Sounds like a dying bear choking on a harmonica.”

Ashley replied, her voice cold and distant. "Is everything alright?" Xander asked, concern etched on his face. "Everything is fine. Just go to sleep," Ashley said, turning her back on him. Xander knew there was no point in arguing with her, so he lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He couldn't help but think about Ashley and the way she had hugged him earlier. He wondered if there was a chance for them to be more than just enemies. Meanwhile, Ashley was lost in thought, thinking about Mason and the dangerous game he was playing. She knew she needed to be careful around him, but she also knew that she couldn't let him get away with what he had done to her and her group.

Asher glares back at him while he hears that and it seems like he is bidding goodbye to her and is walking towards us. His eyes are mad when he sees him. Why does Xavier have to ruin everything for him? “What the hell did you say?” he shouts and runs after Xavier. Xavier runs quickly with a laugh ahead of him. Am I daydreaming right now? Are these guys being playful with others? I have never seen Asher and Xavier playing along with each other. All I know about them is that they hated each other so much and don’t even want to see the sight of each other. But the scene I am watching right now is different.

My blood turns to ice. “WHY WOULD THAT BIND ME?!” “Because,” Gideon answers softly, “your name isn’t just a name.” My heart slams painfully. Elias hisses at him, “Don’t.” Gideon steps toward us. “Her name is a key.” Lucien coughs blood into the snow, struggling to rise. “ELORA. LISTEN TO ME. DO NOT—” But Gideon lifts a single finger. Lucien’s voice dies in his throat.