Ash Of Gods Novels & Stories

“Oh God Almighty, you are seeing this, is it not time to intervene?” *** Asher appeared behind Alinta and grabbed her by the neck. His eyes shone black, and black veins appeared on his arm. His claws grew long, and he meant to strike her on the chest, ready to yank out her heart like he did Aspa. However, a block of ice smashed on his back, forcing him to free Alinta and fall to the ground. He sprang to his feet instantly, looking up at the newcomers. He had stalked Alinta; he was sure his attack was perfect, and if it weren’t for the uninvited guests, he would have killed her. His attack was smooth and planned, but he didn’t expect other gods to show up. “Fuck,” he cursed under his breath.

He honestly felt nothing for the goddess he killed. “How was a goddess left on earth after the gods’ ascension?” Alpha Ashwood seemed scholarly in his attention. “That I do not know. I do know that Gumihos are forest gods. They protect the forest from the harm of humans by eating their hearts and sucking out their life force. They lure you in with a sweet scent and beautiful face, then kill you for trespassing. They are more demons than gods. That one has killed five of my men since turning 18.” The American Alphas look at me with wide eyes. Father smirks.

The silence didn’t end when the gods vanished. It lingered—thick, humming, almost tender. Like the world was holding its breath, afraid to exist again. I stood where the light had devoured everything. The ground was no longer solid but soft and warm, pulsing faintly beneath my bare feet. When I looked down, the ash glowed with veins of silver—threads that pulsed in time with my heartbeat. The gods were gone, but their whispers hadn’t died. They had simply… settled inside me.

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.

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.

"Please, Ryan, don't do this. He's your son! Please, don't take this from me!" But Ryan's mind was filled with anger and betrayal. He opened the urn and began to pour the ashes onto the ground. "No!" Sophia wailed, her cries echoing through the cemetery. She lunged forward, her hands clawing at the ashes as they scattered. The gray powder clung to her hair and skin, mixing with her tears as she wept uncontrollably. She pressed her head to the ground, her body trembling with sorrow. "My baby," she sobbed, her voice barely audible. "I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry…"

"There's a huge war ahead of us. Not against any pack, but against creatures that prey on werewolves." Her eyes widen. "The Ashwalkers?" she asks, and I nod. Looks like she's heard of them. Ashwalkers are dead creatures with burnt flesh and hollow eyes. There's a myth that they are dead rogues who come back to life. No one knows what kind of magic caused their creation. But when they attack in a group, they can take down an entire pack.

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.

The sound was like glass breaking in heaven. The clone fell to her knees, whispering, “Long… live… the queen.” Then she disintegrated into ash. Amara dropped to her knees, exhausted. Luca caught her before she fell. Cassian exhaled, half-laughing, half-crying. “Tell me that’s the last of her.” But as the wind swept through the ruins, the ashes didn’t scatter. They moved. The dust of the clone began swirling upward, forming symbols in the air — words written in fire.

I nodded, though I wasn’t certain promises carried much weight here. The air shifted abruptly, pressure rolling inward from every direction. The Ashbound emerged without sound, stepping from shadow and mist as if the forest itself exhaled them. Their hoods were down now, faces solemn and reverent, eyes reflecting firelight they had not yet earned. The land responded immediately, the stones beneath my feet warming in recognition.