A Rejected Wolf And A Court Of Ash นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Jack asked, his gaze on the place where I’d been standing a moment ago. Looks like it. Bodey’s grip tightened. Something feels sinister here. Let’s get the wolves and go. I wouldn’t argue with that. More people joined us, and we moved the wolves to the witches quickly. I scooped up a female wolf, and as I lifted her over my shoulder, Bodey grabbed two shifters on his own and carried them to the witches. They began spelling the wolves awake. When everyone was accounted for, I walked the territory boundary, searching for the enemy. There was no hint anyone had been here except for the wolves and the piles of ash. I was becoming more certain those ashes had once been the witches who’d attacked

The silence that followed pressed harder than the joking had. Cerys looked at him and thought about all the things people said before a Wolf Night because there was no useful promise available. Be careful. Come back. Don’t do anything stupid. As if wolves in blackout could take instructions with them. She refused to say any of them. “I hate this,” she said. Elis nodded. “I know.” “I hate that you’re going and I’m not.” “Yes.” “I hate that I’m about to spend the whole night wondering whether you’re alive,” Cerys said.

she retorted stubbornly. Asher gnashed his teeth together. He didn’t have time for this. Snow was in danger. “We don’t have tim...” A wolf leapt out of nowhere, a blackish-white male wolf with blazing purple eyes. He wasn’t from their pack. His aura said it all. His fur shimmered under the moonlight, radiating power and catching both of their attention. It was Ace. Imogen’s wolf recognized him instantly, Asher didn’t. Imogen’s wolf walked toward him. They exchanged glances, communicating silently.

“But if I fight for you, they’ll say you’re weak.” “I’m not,” she said firmly. His eyes searched hers. “I know. But that doesn’t mean they won’t try to break you.” She leaned in and kissed him softly. “Then I’ll break first.” His lips brushed her forehead. “Not if I can help it.” The Court of Ashes was a cold, sunless place carved into black stone. A massive hall filled with towering wolves, each scarred, old, and deadly. Aria stood alone in the center.

“You could end it, you know. Pick a winner. Let them live.” I snort. If only it were that easy. “Find me one who can last past the third sunrise, and maybe I’ll consider it.” Her presence flickers in front of me, like a whisp of smoke. “You’ve gone soft. I can smell it on you.” “Must be your imagination. The only thing soft here is the ground after the corpses hit it.” She chuckles and fades, leaving the back of my skull blessedly empty. I straighten, scanning the new arrivals. A witch crying into her hands. Two wolves are already posturing for dominance. A human, brave or stupid, probably both, trying to look like she belongs. Typical.

Having been rejected by their Packs and unaccepted by others, they preyed on creatures belonging to Packs and other living beings. A rogue wolf leaped at me, and with a racing heart, I closed my eyes and waited. I waited. Nothing. Then I heard a growl and the sound of wolves fighting. My eyes flew open in surprise, and I took in the scene before me. The rogue wolf that had been about to attack me was on the ground, writhing in pain from the bite marks on its body, and standing above it was a black wolf.

The thought darkened his expression as he entered the courtroom. He barely paid attention to the meeting, his mind only half-aware as the courtiers spoke in anger and fear. A whole village destroyed by werewolves. Calls for action. Demands for a different approach. But that was exactly what they were doing. Just not in the open. When the meeting finally ended, Ares left the hall and slipped into the shadows—heading toward the hidden laboratory to meet with the king. “How is your burn?” He asked as wrote down some notes. “Hasn’t healed yet,” Ares replied, watching him carefully.

My eyes widened in disbelief as my mouth dropped open, "hellhounds!? Like the ones that were created by Hades? God of the Underworld?" Axil nodded gravely, his eyes flashing with pain briefly before he willed it away. I've read this in an old history book when I was about nine years old, I think. Wolves were basically the living version of a hellhound. When a wolf dies, their soul is sent to the underworld. Hades saw the potential in their souls and created his own version, which he called hellhounds.

It swirls, drifts, then pulls itself together. Forming a single sigil, half flame, half dust. “I name this army…” A pause. A hush. Then: “Ashborn.” There is no roar. Not at first. Only stillness. Then a single howl breaks the quiet, long, low, mournful. A song, not a sound. Another follows. Then another. Until the entire court is filled with the cries of wolves lifting their voices into the sky, not in war, but in witness. The witches begin to chant, softly, reverently. Their words braid with the howls, a harmony forged of grief and promise.

"I am Damon Williams, the future Alpha of the Williams pack. The son of Michael Williams rejects you, Ashley Madden, as my future omega and my pack Luna. I swear to moon goodness I will never look towards you; I reject your scent and your wolf." A sob escapes from Ashley's lips when she can't control her pain anymore; her wolf is crying. 'Rejection, Alpha, reject us. Beg to Alpha, Beg to Alpha.' Her wolf keeps chanting inside her head. Ashley wiped her tears and calmed herself down. She is strong; her father raised her as a strong woman. "Thank you, Mr. Damon Williams. I accept your rejection." Ashley said and left the place without even looking toward the Alpha, who had just rejected her.