Novel & Cerita Ashes Of The Kingdom

what can i do for you" she says keeping her head low in respect. Thats how things are now after they took over, their alpha killed our king. My mother sold me stories of the war that happened before i was born. It was more of a slaughter than a war, countless men woman and children died that day. We never stood a chance. Looking down at maria she speaks" take them to the servants quarts see that they fed and prepped to work at first light" she looks us over with with descust " and bathed". With a wave of her hand and click of her heals shes gone.

"The God of Blood." The ancient king looked at her. His expression carried the grief of someone who had watched the world die once already. "If I return to the throne..." His voice became barely more than a whisper. "I will awaken him." And beneath the ruins of the First Kingdom, something older than Ashrael began to breathe.

"To rising from the ashes." Natalie clinked her glass gently. "To whatever comes next." And beneath the velvet sky, with the city once again at her feet, Natalie Evans finally felt the fire inside her burn not with rage, but with purpose.

ASHER'S POV My eyes scanned the land that was once the dark king's empire. The palace, was now in flames, burning down to the ground. The whole area around the palace was in total disarray. Debris filled the ground, along with ashes, and dust. I walked forward, with Roy by my side as we examined the whole area. After the huge battle with the dark kingdom, the queen left us in charge of cleaning up the remains of the dark palace. Our soldiers had defeated most of the dark king's men, and a few has tried to escape.

Sienna's POV A year later, on the night of the Starfall Festival. "I heard she's back." "The Shadow Queen, that's what they call her." "How many traitors has she executed?" "They say she cut a bloody swath from here to the southern border, leaving a trail of traitors' bodies in her wake." I stood in the shadows of the grand hall, listening to the whispers of my pack. My black hood hid my face, but it couldn't hide the fear in their eyes.

"The... the dispatch... already reached the southern lords. The seal is broken. The pack is already bleeding from the inside out." Maya stepped forward, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird, but her face remained a mask of cold, unyielding iron. She knelt beside the struggling elder, her dark eyes reflecting the dying sparks of the short-circuited terminal. She didn't flinch from the violence; she had lived among the ashes long enough to welcome it. "The only thing bleeding today, Torin, is your conspiracy," Maya said, her voice cutting through the hum of the failing electronics with a chilling clarity. "Operation Ashfall wasn't authorized by an Alpha. It was engineered b

I, Asher, the elders, and a few warriors are in the throne room discussing the matter, and it all just seems weird to me. “Three people died yesterday in the outskirts of the kingdom, and also three people died on the west side of the kingdom about a week ago, and they all had the same injuries and wounds, and they also died the same way,” Asher said, looking at a scroll. He hasn’t changed much over the past few years; he’s still the same Asher. All I know now is he is more kingly-looking and serious. He is always wearing his robes and crown in public, but inside the corners of the walls in our room, he is still the lively and naughty Asher. I won’t lie, I am also serious looking outside our

He must have heard about my victory party, that is why he sent his men over to sneak in when we weren’t looking. I’ve got a mole in my camp and he/she is biting more than they can chew. My castle is fortified like a fortress and I’m pretty sure that they can never sneak past my security measures. I had my warriors split into four groups and we chased them through the woods, driving them towards one of the minefields around my borders. We watched them get blown into bits and pieces, putting an end to their miserable lives. King Ashford is nothing but a spineless kitty cat. He keeps sending his warriors to their death while he seats back in his palace and indulges in his frivolous lifestyle.

The Vale was no longer a kingdom, nor even a battlefield. It was a graveyard that refused to stay buried. Ash fell like snow, but heavier, grittier, clinging to skin and tongue until every breath felt like swallowing soot. The air was thick with it, dimming torches and veiling even the strongest flames.

She’d come to see the bastard in the ground for herself. Dorian Ashford’s coffin sat there, slick and shiny, all polished mahogany that hollered wealth even as it sank toward the dirt. The priest mumbled some nonsense about peace everlasting, his voice half-drowned by the storm, but Sienna didn’t hear a word. Her eyes were glued to that box, her jaw locked tight. Twenty-seven years of bile churned inside her. He’d left her mom to waste away in a rusted trailer, coughing up her last breaths, while he piled up his shipping billions—money built on the wreckage of the only person who’d ever given a damn about him.