Novel & Cerita Ash Magic

I sit on the couch as Jasmine paces around the room; her eyes are filled with guilt, and my jaw hits the floor when she says, “When I was in labor with Asher, I knew I was too weak to give birth to him without your help, so I siphoned the last of your magic so he would live.” I shake my head before asking, “What do you mean the last of my magic.” Jasmine sits opposite me as she says, “Someone had already bound your magic before you got here, Lisha, I am sure you felt some inside you, but there was hardly any there.” I hiss at her before saying,

"She is your star, your guiding light. If you forsake her, you will fall into darkness. Every shadow does pass, but if you go on without her, your light will die and so will the fate of your people." The hairs on Charlotte's neck and arms rose, and sharp tingling raced like an electric spark along her skin. She sucked in a breath, almost afraid she wouldn't be able to breathe. The fair-haired man on the Sun card looked like Damien as a boy, and the Emperor looked like Grigori. The Magician looked like Rurik. The High Priestess even resembled herself. How was this possible? Was she just seeing what her subconscious wanted her to see? An invisible energy seemed to vibrate from the table and th

Ash said it so nonchalantly. “He can read your thoughts?” I shook my head, exhausted by the draining feeling that we’d never be able to get away from this guy. “Onx and I are linked. We can see into each other’s minds. I had a witch use her magic to blur the visions, but it won’t keep the thought blurry for much longer.” Ash told me. “Soon, her magic will wear off and he’ll be able to see into my head clearly.”

Chapter Thirteen: Sister of Ash The sky had turned a deep, smoky gray, as though the heavens themselves mourned what was awakening beneath the soil. Seren stood at the edge of the crater, surrounded by the wreckage of her birthright and the screams of the cursed tree that once marked Black Hollow’s sacred heart. Her robes—dark blue with silver embroidery—fluttered with energy. She hadn’t aged past her early twenties, her presence defying time, her expression carved from stone.

“If you don't trust me your highness or you need to find out, blow this on her. The substance wards off evil magic.” A flicker of recognition flashed through his eyes. He knew it, but had not even waited a second before slapping me with his words and not palm. “Is this trickery or jealousy?” “Do you feel threatened with Mira's presence now?” “No.. your highness, I –” before I could finish, Alpha Darius unwrapped the paper and blew the substance to me. I cried in pain. Because of the powder, once used on the wrong person, it hurts them and that was what the Alpha did now.

she spat under her breath, slamming the wheel with her palm. Her plan was simple , get to Damon’s mansion, question the maids, slip them money if needed. Someone would break, Someone always did. But just as she neared the familiar neighborhood, her eyes caught sight of a slim figure walking alone along the street. Long hair doll with beautiful hairpins youthful frame, the face illuminated briefly by a passing car’s headlights. Penelope, damon’s precious daughter. Anastasia’s lips curled into a slow, sinister smile. A thought as dark as it was tempting slithered into her mind.

“I’ve never seen her before.” Adam looked into her eyes, and his smile faded into deep sadness. “She’s my sin. My only sin. I can’t stop. I have to remember her over and over so I don’t forget her… or my sin with her.” Lila felt a strange feeling she couldn’t describe to herself. Was it sadness? Jealousy? “Is that your child together?” she asked hesitantly, clearly afraid of the answer. Adam laughed and took her hand, leading her to the couch. He poured her a glass of water.

I had no answer. She let me go. Her gaze shifted to the urn in my arms. "You won't take this when it's offered? Then I am taking it from you. "You will not see your father's ashes again." She reached. The blood in my arms went cold. The control I had been holding cracked. "Please… please don't. It wasn't me. I'll do anything, anything you want. Just don't." I was about to fall to my knees again. I would have. The pride and dignity I'd had walking in here had been gone for hours.

“A black ash? Around the whole cell? You never mentioned it to be a black ash” I sighed “yes I didn't mention what kind of ash it was because at the time I thought it wasn't relevant. And yes he poured it at every corner of the bars.” She nodded slowly, thinking. “You never mentioned it ti be black ash, the black ash is not just regular ash. That was part of the spell. Ash magic is old. Dangerous.” “What does it mean?” I asked with a raised brow. “It means I can work with it. If I get the right kind of ash, I might be able to reverse the spell.” Mira said.

I wanted to expose her and understand why she was enveloped in my father’s dark magic and to what end. “Cybela is recovering, but I am not sure, Asma. I do not know what would happen”, he said, shocking me. Solomon had immense power, including that of foresight. For him, not to be able to see past the veil of the future was unheard of. “These are disturbing times”, he continued, and I simply bobbed my head in agreement, not sure what to say. “Before you say anything, I will help you Asma. I do not know what Alice’s plan is, so we cannot show our full hand on this, but I will help you strip her of the Dark Lord’s magic, and reveal her true self”, he said, handing me a powder of some kind. “It