Little by little Nora is unlocking the secrets of Aurelian House and its founder's past.
The stone door yawned open with a groan that shook dust from the vaulted ceiling, the glow of Elias’s Concord Sigil stretching beneath our feet like a living tether. The others hesitated, watching me as though I’d been the one who spoke the command word, when all I’d done was breathe. The arch whispered of unity, and maybe for once I needed to stop pretending I didn’t know what that meant.I turned to them, palms damp, throat tight. My dragon pressed against my ribs like it wanted out, but this wasn’t a moment for fire. This was for me. “If we’re going to survive this, there have to be rules,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt.Caelum’s eyes narrowed, wolf still restless, golden edges burning in the dark. “Rules?” His tone made it sound like a curse.“Yes.” I forced myself to meet each of their gazes, even when Lucien’s crimson-stained smirk made my pulse hitch and Elias’s quiet intensity left me stripped bare. “No fighting each other. I don’t care what the Gauntlet throws at us.
The silence that followed Nora’s words pressed down heavier than the stone of the crypt.You’re mine too.Simple, brutal, undeniable. It wasn’t a choice we gave her. It was one she took for herself, and the stubborn fire in her eyes made it clear she meant every syllable. Caelum’s wolf bristled with pride, Lucien’s hunger gleamed at the corners of his mouth, and I, gods help me, I wanted to smirk, to throw my own claim over hers. But the truth sat like iron in my chest. If I pushed, if I tried to twist this into victory, I’d only drive us all deeper into the spiral the Gauntlet wanted.So instead, I dropped to one knee and drew a line on the crypt floor. Chalk and ash from the wall smeared under my fingertips as I carved sigils into the stone, quick and precise, each stroke sparking with faint blue light. Caelum snarled a warning. He hated not knowing my intent, but Nora lifted a hand, telling him to let me work. I didn’t look at her while I drew. I couldn’t.“This isn’t about claim,”
The crypt’s silence pressed in on me long after Lucien’s shadows receded. My skin still burned where his mouth had been, where his fangs had broken through and drawn blood, where his body had forced mine to bend and break into something reckless and unrecognizable. I could feel Elias on me, Caelum in me, and now Lucien carved into my veins. Each of them had left their mark, and I wasn’t sure how much of me was left untouched.I wrapped my arms around myself, shaking, my dragon prowling under my skin like it knew something I didn’t. She wasn’t ashamed. She reveled in it, in the fire and fury and the claiming. But I was terrified, because I didn’t know where she ended and I began anymore.The Trial was relentless. The stone beneath me shifted, a low groan reverberating through the crypt like the world itself wanted to tear apart. Walls stretched and twisted, illusions bending reality into new shapes. I couldn’t tell if I was in the Gauntlet still, or inside my own breaking mind. Every t
The forest reeked of smoke and sex.It clung to the air long after the mercenaries’ corpses cooled, long after the Gauntlet shifted again. I didn’t need to see them to know what had happened. I could taste it in the air, faint but unmistakable, Elias’s fire tangled in her breath, Caelum’s wolf burned into her skin. My jaw clenched, fangs aching as the incomplete tether between us pulled tight, whispering truths I hadn’t asked for.She’d let them have her.The wizard first, then the wolf. I felt it in the bond, fractured and messy, but enough to drive most men mad with jealousy. Enough to make them reckless. But I wasn’t like them. My hunger was different. Darker. Colder.I didn’t want to possess pieces of her. I wanted all of her.Her body. Her blood. Her fire.The shadows had kept me fed all night, moving where the Gauntlet twisted, hunting stragglers stupid enough to stray too far. I’d painted the forest with mercenary blood, drinking until the edges of the world sharpened, until th
The stone door yawned open with a groan that shook dust from the vaulted ceiling, the glow of Elias’s Concord Sigil stretching beneath our feet like a living tether. The others hesitated, watching me as though I’d been the one who spoke the command word, when all I’d done was breathe. The arch whispered of unity, and maybe for once I needed to stop pretending I didn’t know what that meant.I turned to them, palms damp, throat tight. My dragon pressed against my ribs like it wanted out, but this wasn’t a moment for fire. This was for me. “If we’re going to survive this, there have to be rules,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt.Caelum’s eyes narrowed, wolf still restless, golden edges burning in the dark. “Rules?” His tone made it sound like a curse.
Hi readers! Just a quick update. As I know not all of you follow me on social media, I wanted to share this news here as well.There will be no new chapters from September 28–30. Don't Panic. Ashes of Six will return with brand-new chapters on October 1st! I know breaks aren’t fun, but this short pause will help me set October up for consistent updates and a strong push toward the finale.Thank you so much for your patience and all the love you’ve shown Nora, Caelum, Lucien, and Elias. October will be intense, emotional, and full of the magic, danger, and romance you’ve been waiting for. In the meantime, let’s make it fun—tell me in the comments: Which team are you on as we head into the endgame?#TeamCaelum#TeamElias#TeamLucien#TeamNora#TeamWhyChoose