Ash X Harem Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"She told you to kneel, so kneel. You don't get up until Hudson wakes. "She said you wouldn't bring the ashes, so she sent people to dig up the grave early this morning…" The blood drained from my face. Forgetting about the divorce, I struggled to my feet and tried to run for the cemetery. Slap. The blow knocked me hard to the ground. My cheek scraped against the gravel, tearing the skin. When I looked up, my father's urn was already in front of me again. Every hair on my body stood on end. My voice trembled uncontrollably.

“Hmm, I can handle it. At least… we can make use of this sudden marriage of my mom’s.” “Lila, didn’t you sleep last night? Your face looks tired and your eyes are red. Did that guy bother you?” “Oh, you always catch me. No, it wasn’t Ryan. I had a weird dream, and I heard a word in a language I’ve never heard before… Râ… Râmiki.” Adam looked at her sharply—more sharply than she had ever seen on his face—then quickly put his calm smile back on. “Do you remember what I told you, Lila?”

“We’ll do it together. You don’t have to prove yourself alone, Elias. We’ll clear your name, and we’ll burn out whoever’s hiding behind theirs.” The Concord Sigil flared bright across my chest, brighter than before, like it had been waiting for this vow. The crowd fell into a stunned hush at the sight, students shifting uncertainly, faculty exchanging worried glances. But not all of them. Professor Shara Baudoin, the Hawthorne healer, stepped forward, eyes steady, voice even. “The boy speaks truth. No one who fights like that bleeds betrayal.” Ashleigh Dana raised her chin, wild and defiant. “If the Interregnum has touched my House, then it is my duty to burn them out. And I will.” Her gaze

"It's just a dumb locket. It's hardly worth making a scene over. "Besides, this is the Hartness residence. Everything here belongs to Cole. How can you call this your room? Once he gets sick of you and marries me, this entire mansion will be mine." I almost laughed in disbelief. I'd never met someone so shameless. I countered, "Let's not even talk about whether you'll ever marry Cole. Right now, what you're going to do is get the hell out of my room! Now!"

he looks at me with a grin, "She told you everything about me, huh? So... you know why she was so mad about me heading straight to Amsterdam?" "Yeah, she was always very opinionated about you when you were there. To be honest... I always had this impression she was jealous," I admit, making Cain smile like never before, "So, how fun is it to go to a dark room?" "It's really hot, Ash. I had a clear advantage because I can see better than a human in the dark, but I just closed my eyes. I was kissed, touched and sucked by complete strangers. I never saw them, not once. I don't know who they were, what gender they were, how ugly or pretty they were... it was very hot. I usually abstained from ac

He stands behind me, arms crossed, a shadow refusing to be drawn in. The old rogue begins to speak. “She came in the season between the moons. The one with no name. The one where wolves forgot their howls. She wore no crown. No mate-mark. No Alpha’s scent.” The hum continues beneath her voice, like breath rising from old earth. “She walked alone into the Bone Lands, where no pack claimed the soil. Her hands bled spiral. Her eyes burned red. Her name was ash. Her tether already severed.” A shiver ripples through the pack. No one looks at me.

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.

“Magister, why do we let garbage through the gates? Let me throw her to the stone giant and save us the paperwork.” I ignored him, but my left hand squeezed into a tight fist. My nails pressed hard into an old, ugly scar that hid my forbidden blood seal. It kept my real, dangerous ash-magic buried deep inside me. In this empire, that kind of magic meant death. It was the same power the lost Ash King used when he nearly burned the whole world a hundred years ago. “Put your hand on the stone,” Vane ordered. I stepped forward. My boots hit the hard ground, and I felt cold eyes burning into the back of my neck.

“I respect that. Go back to the roundhouse as soon as you can. We have a lot of things to prepare for the night.” Asher closed his eyes. For a moment, he wanted to forget the war. He wanted to exist at the flashes of memories he now has in his mind. The thing is, it couldn’t be denied. Death has already taken the only family he has left. And now, he’ll be the one to further the Denmark clan. Just him. And that fact alone is hard to register. Damon didn’t wait for him to respond anymore. Instead, he backed up from his track and went back to the roundhouse to be with Harper.