Ashen One And Fire Keeper Novels & Stories

We had made it almost three solid days without an incident when naturally, everything went to shit. It started when Brandon’s voice slid into mine and Asher’s head. He had surprised everyone when he single handedly stepped up and joined the groups of warriors sent to protect the safe haven. For as long as I lived (however long that might be) I’d never forget the look of bewilderment on Asher’s face when his brother asked to take lead. ‘Witches launched another attack.’ His voice faded in and out. ‘There’s more this time…and the fire bitch is leading them. Send back up and be fast about it damn it.’

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.

"You don't. Not yet. But I hope to earn your trust, Lyra. In time, you'll see that everything I've done, everything I'm doing, is to protect you. And to give you the freedom to choose your path." We talked for hours, and Asher explained more about the Moonfire Pack's unique position as guardians of the borderlands. He told me about the different supernatural factions vying for power and the delicate balance that keeps our world hidden from humans. I find myself drawn in, fascinated by the complexities of pack politics on a scale I never imagined. Asher is a skilled storyteller, and I hang on to his every word. As night falls, Asher reluctantly excuses himself to attend to pack business. "Get

She had come back a few months ago, after a small werewolf had freed her from the clutches of witches and rogues. He knew Hanna was traumatized, but she hid it, so he did everything to see her smile. That included throwing parties and treating her friends as if they were royal. One day, she will find her fated fireheart, and Boris hopes that her fireheart was a dragon in the clã, or that he will join the clã. He can't lose her. All dragons have an incomplete fire in their heart, but when they find their fated fireheart, that fire never goes out, and they love forever. They only love one dragon in all their long lives. Even after death, they won't be able to love another dragon.

Yet, the sincerity in Ashier's voice and the intensity of his gaze gave her pause. Caught between her loyalty to Ashier and her own reservations, Alisha found herself at a crossroads once again. The weight of the kingdom's future and Ashier's well-being hung in the balance, forcing her to confront the uncertainty that lay before them. She stared at Ashier, searching for answers within herself, grappling with conflicting emotions and a sense of duty. In that moment of hesitation, Alisha realized that the choices she made next would shape the course of their lives and the destiny of the kingdom.

she confessed, still crying and shaking with fear, and I could feel she was telling the truth. "What can you tell us about the ash?" I asked her, and she bowed her head. "At first, it was meant to cover the atmosphere, but we later found it was feeding off the life of the earth and every living thing. Now they have released new ash that, if inhaled for too long, the victims will turn into those things. It is not only wolves that the Fire and Ash coven is killing, witches too," she said. I stepped away from her and left her crying and shaking on the floor. I looked at Desiree to see if she believed her. Desiree nodded that the girl was being sincere, and I pinched the bridge of my nose out of

It multiplied. Wolves who’d feared the end of choice now understood. There would never be an end. Only mornings. Only tomorrows. Only bleeding and choosing again. 100 years after the last moon multiplied. Asha was 120 years old. Still sharp. Still sitting in the Circle daily. Her hands were thin but her eyes were Luna’s eyes. Wolves called her “Keeper of the Forever Sky”. She hated the title. “I’m just a wolf who shows up,” she’d say.

My knees hit the red-stained snow, and the world began to tilt. Kael caught me before I hit the ground. He pulled me against his chest, his blood soaking into my dress, his heart thudding against mine. He didn't look at the carnage. He didn't look at his pack. He just looked at me. "You broke the cuffs," he whispered, his voice thick with awe and terror. "I had to," I rasped, my vision blurring. "I couldn't let him take you." He pressed his forehead to mine, his scent of pine and steel the only thing keeping me conscious. "The Council will never let you stay now, Asha. They saw what you are. They saw the fire."

Ash was thrown backward, his body hitting the ice floor with a heavy thud. "Ash!" Rhea shrieked, struggling against the invisible weight pinning her to the altar. "Are you okay? Talk to me!" Ash scrambled to his feet, his breath coming in ragged, whistling gasps. He held his hands out in front of him. The skin from his fingertips to his wrists was gone, replaced by a raw, blackened char that shimmered with violet embers. The "cold-fire" had eaten through his flesh down to the bone in a matter of seconds.