Ashen Storm Novels & Stories

Five pulses answered the question before any mouth could. Ashar looked at his hands as flame curled around his palms without burning him. “I am Ashar of Veydrin,” he said, but the name carried more weight than before. The air behind him shimmered with images of a civilization made of fire, stone, blood oath, and sanctuary towers built into mountains. Then those towers fell in silence, and the last flame entered him like a crown returning to its owner. “God of preservation,” he said, as if confessing to a crime.

"The anchor you placed here is strong, but it is a weight. It has drawn attention. The balance shifts. The next thing will not be a forgotten village or a drowned city. It will be a place of recent, violent loss. A wound that is still bleeding. We must go to the Ashen Wastes." The name sent a chill through the group, colder than the sea spray. The Ashen Wastes were what remained of the front lines of the war against the Shadow King. A place where armies had clashed, where the land had been scoured by dark magic and countless lives had been lost in a single, terrible day. It was a place no one went. The stories said it was cursed, that the ashes of the dead still fell like snow. It was also t

“ The only way out of the Clan is death ,Eren. In case you've forgotten. And once you're dead,your sorry ass won't see Elizabeth ever again.” I stared at him for a few seconds before his words sank in. I scrubbed a hand over my face.“ Fuck..” He let out a dry laugh and let go of my clothes.“ You eventually come to your senses,eh? You are a fucking idiot.” He spat and then went over to the couch. I let my emotions do the thinking yesterday without consideration. “ I already talked with Aslan. He's bent on not changing the rules.” I spoke and collapsed on the couch beside Logan.

Her blood, his blood—Dorian’s twisted game, and she was neck-deep. “We gotta—” she started, but a loud snap cut through, close and mean. The floor bucked, the house groaning like it was dying, and Roman yanked her toward the door as plaster crashed down. They stumbled out into the storm, mud sucking at her boots, rain stinging her face.

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.

He didn't answer immediately, but through the bond, I felt a sudden, sharp spike of old, instinctual alarm, a memory from his father’s reign that had nothing to do with the mining wars or the kitchen purges. "The Ashen Pack," he muttered, his voice dropping into a low hiss that carried a dangerous, lethal edge. "They’re scavengers from the northern wastes. They only move south when a dominant bloodline is supposed to be extinct. They’ve smelled the avalanche, Moana. They think the valley is a carcass waiting to be picked clean." "We are not a carcass," I said, standing up from the table, the silver-and-gold torque around my neck emitting a single, sharp spark of gold that reflected in the da

Rain said bluntly. "Deliver him to us and we will consider your request to be allies." Storm smiled. They all got up to leave, but then Blaze turned around, "Just so you understand, Ashley is my cousin, any harm to her and You will end up worse than Erebus! that's not a threat, it's a promise!" Blaze grinned and walked out of the room. They all got back in the Hummer after hugging Ashley goodbye, Storm was laughing "I think you made him shit his pants again." he said and they all laughed, stopping to get beers on the way back home.

With their sharp peaks piercing the sky like old sentinels, the Ashen Spires came closer. Zara sensed the air getting thinner and colder as they ascended the first rocky foothill. In the bright daylight, the shard's light glowed dimly, pulsing weakly. Kael halted suddenly and held up a silent warning gesture. Zara froze, staring after him. Above them, a silhouette against the white sky, a figure stood on the ridge. Their faces were concealed by a headpiece that gleamed in the sunshine, and they were dressed in dark armour. "Friend or enemy?" Zara slipped her hand to her dagger and whispered.

Asher told her, tucking his hand inside his pocket. Avery hesitated. “And if they don’t?” She asked. It was difficult to pull all the news about this scandal from the internet at a go. A lot of news outlets and blogs were riding with the news. It would be hard to bring it down. He smiled. But it wasn’t friendly. “Then someone’s going to regret it.” He said. A shiver ran down her spine. This was the Asher Storm people feared. The one who didn’t just fight battles, but won them. She had read about him online and there were testimonies of his feat. She wouldn’t interfere. If he wanted them down, it was going to benefit her.

"Please, Ryan, don't do this. He's your son! Please, don't take this from me!" But Ryan's mind was filled with anger and betrayal. He opened the urn and began to pour the ashes onto the ground. "No!" Sophia wailed, her cries echoing through the cemetery. She lunged forward, her hands clawing at the ashes as they scattered. The gray powder clung to her hair and skin, mixing with her tears as she wept uncontrollably. She pressed her head to the ground, her body trembling with sorrow. "My baby," she sobbed, her voice barely audible. "I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry…"