Ashen One And Fire Keeper Novels & Stories

“Good. Skepticism. The young in my day swallowed prophecy like milk. It curdled them.” Behind her, Scar muttered, “I like him already.” Luna did not take her eyes off the stranger. “Who are you?” she asked. “What are you?” He tilted his head. Something in that tilt—wary, analytical—echoed an old posture she had seen in the Moon Temple statues. “I am Ashar,” he said. “Once called Ashar of the First Circle. Alpha of Ashen Reach. Pact-holder. Gate-watcher. And very, very tired of being dead.”

Some of his pack members attend high school there. Ash didn't like the idea of me going to a new school alone so he decided to come with me. He's so far ahead on his magic that mom didn't think it would be a problem for him. Ash is a great fighter, shifter, fire breather, magic bearer. He was great at everything he did, where I failed at almost everything. Talk about a complex issue.

And then it went out. The silence returned, sharp. Aurora let her arm fall, panting. Ashkar didn't move. He just smiled slightly, as if that near failure were, in fact, a victory. “Ash is the beginning of fire.” He turned and walked out of the arena, leaving Aurora alone with her chest burning with frustration... and with the first spark hidden beneath her skin.

“The first anchoring succeeded flawlessly. Solven has recognized him as the axis.” Ashen pressed a hand to my chest, breath shaking. “It felt like standing in a storm that finally stopped fighting.” I held his face. “You held the storm still.” Hamish nodded. “Tomorrow, you face Ateron.” Ashen winced. “Fire.” “Yes,” Hamish said gravely. “The hardest test.” Ashen closed his eyes. I pulled him closer. “You won’t burn,” I whispered. “Because you’ll walk into that fire with me watching every step.”

Ashara’s black eyes met hers. “Of ruin. Of fire. Of the world that once was.” And far below, in the shadows of the valley, the Prophetess raised her hands and whispered: **“Let the ashes rise.”**

"Connor, please! There's nothing here. If we stay for three days, we'll die! And—and Samantha died here. What if she comes back and haunts us at night?" "What are you afraid of?" Connor's voice was icily indifferent. "Didn't you all say her death has nothing to do with you? Then there's no need to worry about her vengeful ghost." "Watch them closely," he ordered his bodyguards. "Not a single one of them gets away." "Yes, Sir." He turned to leave, but before he could take a step, Hannah stumbled forward and grabbed his arm. "Connor, what about me? I'm terrified of the dark, and I had no part in planning this fire."

she asked, fear crawling up her spine. “Of light... and ruin,” the Keeper answered. Asher moved to stand between them, defiant. “She’s not your vessel. She belongs to herself.” The Keeper tilted its massive head. “Then prove it.” In a flash of movement, the Keeper extended a shadowed arm toward Asher and Ivy. A vortex of wind and light exploded, separating them violently. Ivy was hurled backward, tumbling over stone as her vision blurred. She groaned as she sat up, finding herself alone in a space cloaked in silence.

Asher nodded in the embrace, and pulled Miranda out of the chair. "Get Miranda and the others out of here." Asher expressed to Joshua while locking his gaze on Damien's turned back. "What are you going to do?" Joshua asked Asher, while Miranda glanced the Alpha's way with a panicked gaze. Asher's dark domes and yellow rims suddenly filled with an air of malice while he strictly focused his vision on Damien, like a velociraptor hunting prey. "I have a promise to keep." Asher expressed, referring to avenging Anise's death.