Ash Of War: Sacred Blade Novels & Stories

"Cassia… thank you. If it weren't for you…" She held my gaze. Her eyes were deep, her voice low. "I'm sorry, Damon. I came too late." The room fell quiet again. After a moment, she spoke, her tone calm and steady. "What you said before… does it still stand?" She didn't look away. "If I take down Vance Group for you, then you–" "Yes." I lifted my head and met her eyes. "Yes. Take it down. As long as you destroy Stella and her company completely, every share I own is yours."

"He. . . blamed me for our mother's death, and. . . " His voice becomes strangled and I know he's tearing up inside. I turn to take him in my arms but stop to see one of his hands covering his face and his shoulders shake involuntarily. Ash is crying. The death of his twin must have been too much for him to handle. I can't help it anymore, I draw him to me and he clings to me with a fervor that takes my breath away.

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

Although he knew she wasn't there anymore, he would extend his wrath to the last of her kind. He will take no mercy on them “Please forgive the mistakes of our forefathers and spare us from your wrath.” Lucan, the Alpha of Claw City, pleaded with Emmett, who had the whole high wolves at his feet. Most of them were in their wolf form for their helpless defense, while some were in their human form, ready to claim the pain they had seen upfront. “My enemy lurks within this Park, the last blood of Kayla. Only if you bring her to me, I may spare you.”

We didn't even inform our parents. Instead, we had a simple ceremony in our rented apartment. I wore a wedding gown and married the love of my life. However, he didn't pull out a ring from amidst the bouquet—he pulled out a sharp fruit knife. The blade slashed against my skin, making my blood flow. I heard him repeating, "Why is life so unfair to me? Why?" This was my wedding night, which I'd dreamed of countless times since childhood. I spent two hours of it lying in a pool of blood as Liam stabbed me over 160 times. Each stab avoided my critical organs.

The flames around us shrieked, folding inward until they devoured her whole. I gasped and staggered as the memory shattered, the battlefield slamming back into my bones. Smoke filled my lungs, screams split the air, and Damian’s roar carried above them all, raw and desperate. I blinked, tears stinging my eyes from the vision, only to see Kayden’s blade raised high over him, silver steel poised to strike. The shard surged within me, demanding I act, demanding I choose as Ashara had.

She stood. Faced the open sky. And said: “Then let them see what it means to kneel.” The music of war had ended. The silence of power had begun. And over it all, one name remained. Amara Varela. Queen of Ash. Queen of Blood. Queen of Ruin.

LILA’S POV The Blizzard’s arena faded behind me, but Zane Callahan’s green eyes burned like acid. My boots pounded the icy Chicago pavement, every step feeding my anger. He’d humiliated me, storming out like I was some rookie gossip—monger. Overreacting? That was putting it lightly. He’d exploded, and I’d been the fuse. But those questions weren’t mine. Meredith’s sabotage had set me up to fail, and the realization twisted my gut as I shoved through the revolving doors of Windy City Sports.

She pushed the feeling outward, as if exhaling through the blade. Light bloomed from the dagger in a sudden flare, expanding the crescent into a full circle of shimmering silver. The shadow-wolves shrieked as the light touched them. One by one they burst into ash, the air tasting of iron and smoke. Silence fell. Only the red-veined sky pulsed overhead. Ava sagged, breath ragged. Silas caught her by the elbow before she could fall. “You did it,” he said quietly. Her fingers trembled on the hilt. “I… think so.”

As he swung the sword at the source of the chain, a dazzling red light flashed. Nova and the others all fell into temporary blindness. With this wave of his sword, David used the combat power of a Sacred Saint. Boom! The sword light broke into the forbidden area, causing a huge explosion.