Ash Giant Pathfinder Novels & Stories

The crowd parted for us, but my eyes were no longer on the surrounding werewolves and fae. Emerald grass spanned past the trampled gardens and fractured fountains, past the gnarled park benches of twisted steel and crumbled stone from the various pathways. A circle of charred grass and blackened ash spanned twenty feet ahead. Atlas’s hand found my arm, guiding me forwards. For a moment, I was stunned. This was where my body was when my spirit hurled towards the earth. When I stepped into the circle, the flutter in my chest became the wings of a hummingbird.

He had traded his aquatic scales for a suit of pressurized weave, his movements fluid and efficient. ​The Pathfinder banked hard, fighting against a massive updraft of warm air that smelled of ozone and ancient machinery. We were closing in on the central pillar of the Sky City, a towering shaft of gold and glass that acted as the spine of the entire civilization. The air around it was a swirling vortex of debris and snapping cables. ​“Drop in three, two, one! Go!” I yelled.

Asael's Nephilim is huge. He is the biggest Nephilim no one has ever seen. The rain of arrows showering over him is making little to no difference at all on the Nephilim giant. He began to move closer to the Nephilim palace, each step is shaking the ground violently. The tremors caused by his footfalls make all the shifters go off balance. Some of the warriors lost their hold on their bows and arrows, while the others began to fall down and is having a hard time getting back on their feet.

she says as the images flick again and my breath stalls. Massive dragons. Beautiful. Breath-taking. Soul stopping. I stare at the image in awe. My parents told me stories about the dragons. In fact, my father’s bonded had been a dragon. An astrol dragon. Malakar. Absolutley giant and beautiful. I remember climbing on him as a small child as though he was a jungle gym. And the craziest thing? He would let me. Everyone knows you do not approach another’s bonded, but perhaps it was the fact that I was his bonded’s child. I suppose we will never know.

Curious looks are thrown at me but I don't care. Nothing of human nature applies to Battista Cattaneo, AKA Ash Thunder. If Grant is a human, then Ash is a god, a hurricane, his nature unpredictable, the totality of his being as beautiful as it is understated, perilous, and unrelenting. A brave man who never fears the fire, never fears death. I craved the wills of the tempest when I sought him out but I didn't know the extent of the storm I was getting myself into as at the time.

Piper fell to her knees by the cliff's edge, shivering and staring at the tumultuous water surrounded in mist below her. And then she heard it. A deep, echoing sound that vibrated the air and shook her to her bones, like a noisy fighter plane taking flight overhead. But she didn't see any plane. She looked up, squinted, and then her heart stopped. Something dark rose up through the clouds. It was a beast with massive wings and a long whipping tail. There was another sound, much like the one before. Flames burst from the creature's mouth. Piper stared at it, and only one word came to mind.

I outburst in frustration. Damien chuckled. "She'll be fine; she's just afraid. She's awake, Sage, maybe not mentally but physically. She needs assurance that she's safe before she can heal completely and wake." My brows furrowed in confusion. "She's an Afsrid wolf." I didn't say a word yet, but I digested what he had just said.

"Please Aliyah…" "Alright," I chuckled, looking into the amber eyes of Ashton. "Can you lower yourself down so I can climb onto your back?" Ashton obediently crouched down, allowing me to easily mount him. I held onto his fur tightly while my legs swung over his back. As I settled into position, I could feel the warmth of his body against mine—a comforting and reassuring sensation. With a gentle nudge from Ashton, he began to move forward, his powerful muscles propelling us through the forest. The wind whipped through my hair as we raced along, and I couldn't help but giggle with delight. His speed increased, and I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. Ashton's movements were

“You’ll need help. You think you know what her mother is—but you’ve never seen what she became. She’s more than just a threat now.” “Then we get stronger,” I said. “We prepare. We find the seer. We find Azaria. We will bring her home.” Ashley’s shoulders dropped with relief. Her voice steadied. “One condition.” I raised a brow. “What?” “This time,” she said softly, “we will do it together. No more secrets. No more missions behind backs. We save her as a team.” I gave her a slow nod. “Together.” --- The path to the shrine was not recorded in any map. Forgotten but as a mumble on the wind, forgotten as old blood, forgotten as the ones who had tried it once, and lived to dread.

Determined, Symon raised his staff and shouted, "Light Giant, unleash your full power and destroy Aisha!" A fierce wind whipped around them as Symon roared his command. The Light Giant, obeying its master, charged toward Aisha, swinging a powerful fist at the swirling vortex in the sky. Boom! The giant's punch landed heavily on the vortex, but the storm only grew stronger. The Light Giant's body was now encased in a shimmering white protective shield, indicating it was using all its strength. Despite its effort, the vortex's immense energy forced the Light Giant back dozens of meters. Struggling to regain its footing, the vortex transformed into a massive black serpent. Its eyes glowed blood