Ash Magic Novels & Stories

The dagger vibrated, and one of the Alphas turned toward me. Her face was streaked with ash, her silver hair braided tight against her skull. She lifted a blade identical to the one in my hand and drove it into the chest of a monstrous wolf wreathed in darkness. The creature screamed—a sound that split the sky—and dissolved into a cloud of black mist. Remember, a voice whispered inside my mind. This is the price of power. The vision shattered and reformed. Another battlefield. Another war.

“Let me help you, Rose.” “It wouldn't hurt, would it?” She asked with a shaky voice. “Have I ever hurt you?” I got no reply to that. “Okay…so how do you get in?” She asked instead. “Close your eyes and try to breathe evenly; you could do that, right?” “Y..yes, please Emmet hurried up. The only strength I've got is on my tongue, my body is closing up on me.” Just as she spoke, I turned into a thick cloud of ash. My eyes went into flames.

Magic rolled outward in a perfect circle, bowing the trees, shaking the earth, and ripping sound out of the air. The Aswang shrieked. “You don’t know what you—” “Enough,” she whispered. It started to burn. White fire without flame, light without heat, and a shadow flaked apart from its limbs. “Tamawo,” it hissed. “We are coming. We smell the crack. We smell him. We smell—” She stepped forward, and the last pieces disintegrated. Silence slammed down. Her knees buckled. Umbra caught her, but darkness swallowed everything.

I would have gone after them, but Xena was right behind me. "We need to talk, Asher!” Indeed, we really needed to talk because I saw no cause for her to be displaying an animalistic behavior toward her fellow student. We made for the chemistry lab which was empty. "Asher, what the hell has come over you?! Why are you suddenly acting weird?” she yelled. "You were not always like this. Ever since you dragged that bitch out of the field, you have been acting strange like she possessed your mind with something." “Please remind me. How have I always been?" I wanted to know.

"Ash, congratulations on winning the championship." She extended the flowers to me. Rowan, who was standing one step lower beside her, was so jealous that his eyes were shooting daggers at me. I smiled and did not take them. "Sorry. I already have a girlfriend. I only accept flowers from her." I lifted my gaze to see Ivy rushing toward me, cradling a bouquet of mermaid roses. "Ash, congratulations on getting what you wished for. We did it!"

Something older—deeper—threading into the bones of Moonfall Keep. Her fingers glow faintly. Dull. Ash-toned. She inhales sharply. “This wasn’t a shadow,” she says slowly, each word deliberate. “It was absence.” The word hits like a dropped blade. Cain’s voice is low. “Explain.” “Someone burned themselves out of the world,” Maereth continues. “Ash magic. Starved. Broken. The kind that doesn’t cast—it consumes. It leaves nothing behind because there’s nothing left to leave.”

I inquired. Fire, Asher answered. It can only be defeated by burning its form. Because it is a master of appearances, it is incredibly vain regarding its physical shell. Once it is burned, it will vanish to recuperate, remaining dormant until someone else’s reckless actions summon it back to the mortal plane. How do we burn a demon we can’t see? I countered. Only Malachi and Kaida can perceive it. The rest of us are practically defenceless. Lana can see it too.

Closing my eyes again, I retracted my power, then extended it gently toward the golden wall, not as a weapon, but as a greeting. It met me. There was no resistance, only acceptance. Gold and amethyst light braided together, a perfect, seamless fusion of power. I felt the ancient consciousness of the runes move with me, a silent dance of two wills as one. Together, we flowed over Cassius, a warm, living blanket of magic.

Ignoring Jinx's pleas and the urge to go to my mate I forced my legs to carry me to the lobby where Ash was. I spotted him leaning against the wall in the modern fancy lobby just menacing enough that people were giving him a wide berth. Ash didn't like people or crowds, he was more of a lone wolf in his life within our pack. I moved to meet him as he pushed off the wall and met me in a brotherly embrace. He immidiately began to sniff the air. Ash was a descent of the moon goddess, each had a gift. His older siblings had the power of fire and water. Ash had a super sensative sense of smell. He could scent anything even if it had been magically concealed.

Ash’s POV The roar of the clubhouse hit me before I even turned off my engine. Laughter, shouts and the sound of bottles clinking rent the air and for a moment, I wonder how they could easily fall back into their normal lives less than twelve hours after an attack. It was chaos the way I remembered it, but somehow louder and more… non challant. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and sweat. A few brothers cheered when they saw me, others nodded, their eyes sharp, reading me like they weren’t sure what version of Ash had come back.