Ash Of War Determination Novels & Stories

When Rowan finally spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper. "Ashrael." The moment the name left his mouth, the Eternal Blood Mark exploded with pain. Evelyn doubled over. The sensation hit harder than anything she had experienced before. Fire raced through every vein. Ancient memories flooded her mind. A battlefield. A black ocean. A sky burning with crimson light. And a single figure standing at the center of it all. Tall. Motionless. Watching entire civilizations crumble around him. The vision vanished almost immediately. But one thing remained.

My wolf howled and in response, I slammed my hands hard against the arms of my throne once I smashed a cup that had been served to me crashing down the hall. The pack hall went dead silent, I could see their faces twitch and body tremble. My wolf roared inside of me like a hungry beast chained. My claws dug deep into the wood of the throne, its wood particles gathering under my claws. She had not just humiliated me, she did before my warriors, my council, my people. No one dared to. No one rejected Alpha Darius. Until now. I could still smell her defiance, sharp and bitter on my tongue. My wolf howled inside my chest, demanding I chase her, pull her by the hair and sink my fangs onto her nec

Aldous of Thornwall held the right with the immovable quality of extreme age. I held the center. The Ashmoor soldiers who reached me did not reach anyone behind me. Darius was ten feet to my left. Devastating,moving through Ashmoor's front line with calm precision. Three Ashmoor soldiers came at me. The first one I killed before he finished closing the distance. The second one shifted fully and I let him come and went under the shifted wolf's momentum and drove upward and he was dead before he landed. The third pulled back when he saw the first two and that

My other hand snaps up toward my assaulters throat as best as I can manage being pinned on my stomach. Another shot blocked so smoothly that I know this is not a battle I can win. The assaulter pins both my wrists above my head in one smooth motion, forcing them into the dirt as their weight settles over me like I'm nothing. I go still. Not because I'm done fighting, but because I'm thinking of my next move. Their grip tightens slightly almost as if they know my next thoughts. I tilt my head, meeting his eyes. Dark green swirling with flecks of gold. His eyes are breathtakingly beautiful. If he didn't have me pinned in the dirt with his cold gaze icing my entire body, I would have been enamo

By the time the final round started, three people were on top: Ash – 35 points Enzo – 34 points Me – 30 points The last round decided it. My father cleared his throat, loud enough to silence the entire hall. “Final scenario. The one that seals the victor.” Ash stepped forward. Pulled the scroll. Read. Scenario: Your Alpha orders you to begin a war against a peaceful allied pack for personal gain. The pack has no defenses but strong trade value. Do you obey or betray your Alpha? He didn’t blink. “I assassinate my Alpha. Secure the peaceful pack’s loyalty, and absorb their trade routes under mutual alliance.”

Wolves who submit are pulled from the fighting and protected by our forces while the battle continues around them. The ones who refuse to surrender die quickly. There is no cruelty in it anymore, only necessity. The war shifts rapidly after that. What once felt uncertain now feels inevitable. Asher’s forces crumble beneath us, their confidence shattered beyond repair. Some flee. Some surrender. Others fight desperately until the very end. But the outcome is no longer in question. We have won. And at the center of the destruction stands Asher. Bleeding. Furious. Still refusing to kneel.

At the same time our two warriors finally arrived. The pills must have finally kicked in and allowed them to wake up. Being that they don't have alpha blood, nor Beta. They are warriors or Delta's as other packs call them. They are really only one step above an Omega, their body is weaker than high ranks. Therefore the dart has a stronger effect on them. But the pill will still work. It will just take several minutes for the pill to counteract the dart. They took the last of the men down. I shifted back and quickly knelt down next to an unconscious Asher who's bleeding profusely. He looks horrible, there's so much blood I can't tell what they did to him, how bad the damage is.

Ash looked at the black leather straps across the warrior's chests, the dark blue uniforms that clung to their bodies, and the stoic expressions on their faces. It was hard to miss who a warrior was, especially the Alphas warriors- gruesome and violent at best but specialized killers with an unwavering thirst for blood were the norm. On the forefront of Ash’s thoughts was the fact that his father was on his way and if he found out the mess that they had piled around themselves, he would have more than a few choice words to say about it. But more than a scolding, Ash was worried about his father finding out about Lola’s anomaly.

“But don’t. Just… don’t Not yet.” His jaw locked. I could see the fight in his eyes. The war. “Naya.” “Please, Asher.” A muscle ticked in his cheek. He scoffed. A humorless sound. “You want me to let the bastard breathe? After what he did?” I swallowed, trying to hold my anger down. “I want to be the one who decides when it ends. I need that.” He didn’t speak for a long time. Just stood there. Then finally, he nodded once. Stiff. Tense. Controlled anger radiating off him like heat from a fire held back by a thread.