Ash Of Gods Novels & Stories

The Primal Wolf. The God of Dread. And somewhere in the darkness of Ashwood, destiny smiled. The world had just changed forever. —

All of them flickered through me, and the power drank deep from each emotion they stirred. I dropped to my knees with a gasp, eyes wide. And still, Ash didn’t let go. “Feel that?” he whispered, crouching beside me. “That’s the real you. Not some little wolf in heat. Not a mate-marked pawn. Not a curse.” He leaned in, brushing his lips against my temple. “That,” he said, “is a goddess being born.”

Hot tears. They burned my red bumpy skin. “Help. Anyone?” My voice was raspy. I didn't only feel fear. I could taste it slithering down my throat. I felt a presence. A strong presence. Superior. Powerful. “Embrace it.” A thick and uneven whispering voice spoke. The ash I tried to scrub off from my body slowly dispersed into the air, forming a ball of thick dark fog. Fiery eyes shone from within the fog. “Embrace it.” It said louder, more austere.

Emily’s Point of View For years I grieved children I thought were buried in ashes . Yesterday the truth did not whisper, it crashed into me like a storm ,my babies are alive. My babies did not perish in the fire ten years ago . The thought alone is enough to glue me to the bed long after the sun has clawed its way into the sky. Golden light streams through the tall windows of my penthouse, catching on the white silk curtains I never bothered to draw shut last night. The room feels too bright, too loud, too alive for a heart that has just relearned how to hope.

A Primordial Realm Immortal raised his palm and charged down towards the Puppet God, however, with a flick of the Puppet God's sleeve, the black mist transformed by the Dao Death Qi instantly impacted upwards, and with a rumbling sound, it directly shook the Realm Immortal back. "Uh ..." that Earth Immortal fell back to the ground, hand over the chest, face immediately covered a layer of dead gas, the Hall of Seals also gradually black, another Earth Immortal in the distance instantly moved to, both palms to his back, to help him force out the dead gas, and at the same time to the mid-air phoenix Jiu Tian duo to look at: "Two little friends, can you resist for a few more moments?" Feng Jiuti

So when a Necromancer terrorist group waged war against law-abiding citizens and started wreaking havoc, the Chicago became a shitshow and immediately converted to a worst kind, not even the local normie police could handle. Which meant the best counterattack came not from local human authorities but in the form of government-backed Awakens. “Where the fuck is our cover fire?” Knight Adamson gritted his teeth and raise his hand casting a shield but flinched when magic bullets started raining down at them. He glanced over at his second-in-command and communications and infiltration specialist Sergeant Rina Abello, as she dropped down beside him, magically enhanced AKR-75 assault rifle tightly

But she couldn’t do that anymore. “The abomination was never a Druid, dear one,” Ash continued. “It was why he became so greedy. He was already old when I was young, and he was full of bitterness and envy. That’s why he is the way he is. Because he will never be like us, touched by the gods in the truest of ways, even though he had the favor of the Dragon King for a time. He simply wasn’t worthy.” Gods, worthiness, Druids—all this superstitious magic talk boiled down to one thing for Anzi: Ash could provide no proof that everyone would be safe if she did nothing. And she wouldn’t take that chance.

GRACE'S POV APRIL 12th, 2013 There was a sound. It came first as a distant ringing, sharp and persistent, like something fighting to pull me back from wherever I had fallen. It cut through the quiet darkness, growing louder, closer, more insistent. “Grace?” “Grace!”

Santiago looked around and bent to touch the grown. There were several ashes on the floor, "The gods are being killed and eradicated." Santiago stated. "How did you know that?" "When gods die, they turn to ash as they seize to exist and cannot be reincarnated." Santiago explained. "That is kind of painful" Lisa muttered. "We are now here. So what next?" Leo asked she looked around the place that looked like everything and everyone here has been gotten rid of. "We have to see if there are any surviving gods. And get them to safety" Beatrice

But the creatures were relentless, their sheer numbers overwhelming. “Elijah!” Annabel shouted, her voice cutting through the din. “We need to find Ash. Now!” Elijah nodded, shifting into his hybrid form. Together, they pushed through the chaos, their focus unwavering. They found Ash in the center of the compound, standing before a massive stone altar. Symbols etched into its surface glowed faintly, pulsating with a dark energy. “You’re too late,” Ash said, his smile widening. “The ritual has already begun.”