X And Ash Novels & Stories

Right after posting it, while I was still reading comments mocking me for putting on a tough front, I saw Immortal Ashes Team’s official account tag me in a post, openly standing by my side. "The crowd follows the herd. The strong walk alone. Those who don’t know how to cherish what they have will lose it. Ash Mercer, we stand with you. IA will always be your strongest backing."

Axel Lancaster My blood boiled with an intensity I could hardly contain as I watched Xena walk away with Asher. The audacity of my own men, laying their hands on her, sent my anger skyrocketing. Storming into Xena's office, my thoughts were consumed by the outrageous incident, ready to confront Asher for his reckless actions. Yet, the moment he explained the situation, my anger took an unexpected turn, shifting to an entirely different target.

The friendship between Xender and Xavier would forever remain unshakable, their connection a shining example of loyalty and brotherhood in the face of love's triumph. Xavier, Xender's brother, arrived at the Crescent Pack with his companion Ashley, but it hadn't been an easy task convincing her to come along. Initially, Ashley had flatly refused the invitation to attend the ceremony. However, Xavier knew how important it was for his brother to have her there, so he took it upon himself to persuade her.

“No. But I should have. Guys like you usually bring them with you.” I smirked. “Guys like me?” “Leather, tattoos… gunshot wound,” he said dryly. “You scream of trouble.” He wasn’t wrong. “And you don't want any of that?” “Name’s Ash,” I muttered when he didn't reply and finally regretted it. Where were we? Tenth grade? I was watching him move around the small room tending to my wounds with precision. “Noah.” He finally said, not looking up. “Thanks, Noah.”

He had been reborn. ​And he was hungry for the pieces of my memory that were still falling like ash.

Long enough that I watched three dots appear, disappear, and appear again, my heart climbing higher into my throat with every passing second. Xavier: More than we thought. Which means someone close to Ashford has been talking.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

"Girl! Where were you?! I was looking for you like a crazy!" Natasha bombarded me with questions as I came back to the stall and Xavier went to his friends. "I....Natasha, Ash I want to tell you something important," I said slowly and that got their attention faster than a whip slash. "Speak up!" Ash said impatiently looking at me with narrowed eyes. "Xavieraskedmetobehisgirlfriend." I said in single breath. "Ash did you understand what robotic code she just uttered?" Natasha said sarcastically and Ash shook her head looking at me with same narrowed eyes.

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.

I couldn't help but smile sheepishly. I jumped in jubilation as I watched Asher walk toward me. He was truly a warrior, a man whom I'd grown to love. As Asher walked closer to me, I heard a loud bang. A gunshot from far into the woods. Another batch of warriors was coming to fight us. Leading them was Christopher's mother, Anabel. Asher stumbled to the ground. He wasn't dead, but weak... Pain consumed me, the pain of losing him, the fear of being alone again. I tried to scream, but something else rushed through me... powerful and hungry, fueled by my anger and pain.

"But who will do it if we don't?" When the night of the gala arrived, the gloom underneath was concealed by a façade of luxury. With their formal clothing hiding their tools of the trade, Olivia, Mira, and Asher blended in seamlessly with the crowd. With its sleek lines and glass facades reflecting the event's brilliant lights, the property was a modern architectural wonder. Asher slipped away first, his job to disable key security systems. Olivia and Mira followed soon after, making their way toward the server room disguised as waitstaff. Every step was calculated, every action rehearsed.