Ash Magic Novels & Stories

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.

But all I could focus on was her. Her face. Her heartbeat. Her scent, fading too quickly. Ash eventually dragged himself to the foot of the bed. “You need to listen,” he said. I ignored him. “Arthur.” “I said—” “This is killing her.” I shot up, eyes blazing golden-red. “What did you say?” “Her magic isn’t meant to exist in that realm,” Ash said, wiping blood from his mouth. “It’s tearing her apart. If she stays there, even for a few hours…”

“Let’s do it.” Hamish motioned him forward. Ashen stepped into the center of the runes. I stood behind him, close enough for our chests to almost touch, hands hovering near his waist. The bond pulsed hard—wanting, urging, anchoring. Hamish raised his staff. “Ashen,” he said softly, “this will only reveal what already lives inside you. Nothing more.” Ashen inhaled. Hamish tapped the floor. A faint golden shimmer rose from the runes. And Ashen gasped.

While they were still looking at the disappearance of the beautiful woman, she appeared again. Looking frustrated. “Oh, you couldn’t do your disappearing act or you missed us and came back?” asked Zande, Asmodeus gave him a glare. “She can’t use her powers now; the mark of Solomon and mountain ash prevents her from using her powers.” JP answered.

Asher's P.O.V. I am Alpha Asher Martin of the Black Mountain Tribe, known as the Alpha Gamma. I am a beast, an animal, a ruthless predator. I belong to a pack that doesn’t adhere to humanity. A quad hybrid (werewolf, phoenix, vampire, and wizard), I know no mercy, am bloodthirsty, and punish those who err in my pack in a brutal manner.

----------------------------------------------------- ( PART II: CONTROL ) Ashen took over. His shadows pooled around us, dampening sound, turning the world dim and close. “Your magic responds to emotion,” he said. “But that is a double-edged blade. You must learn to summon without fear, repel without rage, rise without crisis.” “How do you do that?” I whispered. Ashen reached out and placed his hand over my heart. The touch was light, but the effect was overwhelming. Shadows rippled beneath my skin, answering him. “Feel,” he murmured. “Nothing more.”

Magic that carries names older than language. She walks into the courtyard of Emberhold. And as she passes, the ash lifts in spirals. It does not settle. It curls. And across the stone, in lines of scorched sigil, a word appears. Not spoken. Formed. One word. Ashwake.

Percy chuckled, killing two more wolves as he charged at Asher. Asher focused his energy, his claws half-shifted. This time, he wasn’t aiming for Percy’s body. Instead, he extended his hands, concentrating on the dark magic that surrounded Percy, the very core of his existence. As his claws flickered with fire, he slammed his hands down toward the ground. A burst of flame erupted, but it wasn’t aimed at Percy’s body. It shot directly at the core of the dark magic that kept Percy alive. Percy’s eyes widened in panic, but it was too late. Asher’s flames hit the very essence of the dark magic that formed Percy, and the magic itself began to disintegrate.