Ashen One And Fire Keeper Novels & Stories

It was replaced with that same cold composure. “There is nothing else to tell,” she said, voice low and cold. “That’s not true,” Grey said quietly. He just kept the shots coming at her, like a vendetta. Lana slowly turned to him. “What exactly is your problem?” she asked. Grey finally looked up and met her gaze, kept the gaze too. “My problem?” he repeated. Then he shook his head slightly. “I don’t have a problem.” He continued. “Then why are you talking?” She threw her hands in the air.

Right after posting it, while I was still reading comments mocking me for putting on a tough front, I saw Immortal Ashes Team’s official account tag me in a post, openly standing by my side. "The crowd follows the herd. The strong walk alone. Those who don’t know how to cherish what they have will lose it. Ash Mercer, we stand with you. IA will always be your strongest backing."

"I guess you are the only girl who says the meanest things to me. I know you don't mean it though." "How would you know when you’re too absorbed in yourself to notice anything else?" I fired. "By the way, I thought you were going to talk about your DAMAGED DEVICES. And I remember asking you to take a step back. I'm not one of those girls who cringes to have a taste of you all because you stand next to them and..." I was forced to halt because Asher suddenly leaned in pretty closer this time that his lip was barely an inch away from mine. I had to hold my breath because I feared that if I tried to breathe, our lips would meet. I couldn't talk either, nor push him back. The air was so charged

This was a full, sloppy, completely unsubtle conflagration that would be visible for miles in any direction. Ash turned to the nearest patrol wolf and sent a sharp mindlink. Report that fire to Raven. Tell him I'm investigating. Get Aaron if he's still awake. The wolf barked an acknowledgment and veered back toward the pack grounds, and Ash was already moving toward the distant flames, his white fur seeming to absorb the moonlight rather than reflect it. Roman surged forward eagerly, thrilled to finally have a purpose for all this restless energy. By the time Raven and Aaron caught up—both in their massive wolf forms, both carrying the casual competence of warriors who'd seen real battle—Ash

He reached out with a withered, gnarled hand—trying to grasp me, to touch my face one last time. "I'm... so... sorry..." His lips moved, soundless, forming those three words—too late by a lifetime. But his hand fell, limp and lifeless, against the freezing floor. And in that instant, as his eyes closed for good, my spirit dissolved—scattering like starlight into the endless snow. Every debt, every grudge, every wound—all of it faded into dust. If there is a next life, Father, let us never meet again.

He nodded at the guard and stepped into the antechamber. A soft voice rose from a chair beside the fire. "Well now. I was worried you might not come." The woman leaned forward in her chair, allowing the light and shadows of the flames to dance upon her. Her long reddish-gold hair was unbound and cascaded over her shoulders in ripples of fire.

The wolves, both real and ghostly, growled in the darkness, growing more restless, as if some unseen chain was pulling tighter. She felt fate pulling at them where their hands touched, a force that was at once terrifying and electrifying. “Your time here is running out. Choose carefully, Ash,” Drysana said, her voice colder, sharper now, “You’ll either destroy everything or save it. Ashriel, remember you’re the fire bearer. You are the spark that will either ignite the end or kindle our salvation.” Ash looked down at Liora, his golden eyes fierce and full of unspoken promises, like a plea or a battle cry all at once. The warmth between them was the only thing keeping the encroaching darkness

“I saw myself. But not me as I am. A version of me made of fire and wind, speaking in tongues I don’t know but understand. She showed me cities turned to glass. Mountains broken open like eggshells. And then... rebirth. A field of gold rising from ash.” “The Court of Fire,” I murmur. Scarlett shakes her head. “No. I don’t know how I know this, but I do. It was older. Before them even. She called herself the Ashkeeper.” The teacup nearly slips from my hand. “Are you sure?” I put the cup down before hot tea starts sploshing over the sides. Scarlett nods. “She said she was the first to burn.” I close my eyes. That name hasn’t been spoken in centuries. Even among scholars, it’s myth wrapped in l