Ashes Of The Kingdom Novels & Stories

My breath caught as the shard’s pulse merged with my own heartbeat, binding me tighter to the vision that unfolded. I stood on soil not of Dark Hollow, but of an older land where banners dripped in crimson firelight. Before me stretched a kingdom built on stone and blood, its high towers collapsing under waves of flame. Soldiers screamed as their armor melted, and at the center of the inferno stood a woman with my face—Ashara—her eyes molten gold, her hands drenched in fire and blood. I staggered back, heart hammering, yet the vision pulled me closer, commanding me to watch.

Thorne’s P.O.V No one had dared speak against me ever since I founded the Rogue Kingdom. They knew that speaking against my word or order meant death for them. But, the council of elders was here, ranting, and as much as I was seething with rage, I couldn’t say a single word. As if Asher’s death wasn’t worse, five different men were found dead and their bodies were disfigured just in the same way as Asher’s. Silver. They had all consumed a silver poison.

Drevon POV Two nights before The capital lay in ruin, its once-proud structures reduced to smoldering wreckage beneath the weight of destruction. Ash drifted through the air like blackened snowflakes, settling over broken streets and shattered homes. The scent of death and burning wood clung to the night, thick and inescapable. Fires still flickered in the distance, their glow casting jagged shadows over the remnants of a fallen kingdom.

“Where all this began.” The Queen’s eyes widened slowly. “The Ashlands,” she says. “The dead magic plains.” V exhales shakily. “He thinks that place will crown him.” Her eyes meet mine, fierce even through the fading. “It’s where he dies,” she finishes. Thunder rolls overhead—deep, unnatural, wrong. The Queen straightens, resolve settling into her bones. “Prepare every army. Call in every debt.” Ashton bares his teeth. “We march tonight.” I tighten my hold on V, pressing my lips to her forehead like a vow.

Before I could ask what the hell that meant, the throne behind her shattered completely. Silver light exploded across the room violently enough to blind all of us for half a second and the second it faded, the First Queen was gone. Only ash remained where she had been standing. Nobody spoke after that. Then the city started collapsing faster. “Move,” Theo snapped sharply. We ran. The buried kingdom no longer looked haunted now. It looked abandoned. The dead wolves lining the streets stayed motionless as we passed them while towers collapsed into black water below broken bridges. Dust filled the air thick enough to choke on and somewhere deep beneath the mountain, something massive groaned li

Silver energy burst through the forest destroying the restraints completely while power slammed through the trees like a shockwave. The hunters stumbled backward immediately. Too slow. I grabbed the nearest one first and drove my fist directly through his chest. Blood sprayed across the forest floor. The hunter stared down at the hole through his body almost calmly. Still smiling. Goddess these people were insane. “You’re already too late,” he whispered weakly. Then his body started turning to ash. No. Absolutely not. I grabbed him harder immediately. “Who are you?” Ash spread faster. “The storm king rises again…”

Soon, we’re donning our backpacks and marching along toward the Forest Kingdom border, where we’ll set up a permanent camp to be stationed there for several months. Hours later when we finally approach the edge of the forest kingdom, it’s impossible to miss the plumes of dark smoke coming from every direction inside the forest. These aren’t campfires. The smoke is thick and black, and reeks of something that smells like sulfur, billowing into the warm, dry air. “What’s Assanan doing, burning down his entire kingdom?” Simon whispers beside me as we set down our packs. “I don’t know,” I say blankly, my mind frozen.

And without her, he was lost. “Then we’ll be monsters together,” she whispered. His lips crashed against hers with a ferocity that was half-love, half-fury, their bodies colliding in a storm that was more war than tenderness. Every kiss was a battle, every touch a surrender, every gasp a reminder that their passion was as dangerous as any blade. By the time dawn bled into the sky, neither of them had slept. They were still kings and queens of a kingdom built on blood. But now, there was a shadow rising—an enemy who called themselves Ashes. And if Viktor didn’t destroy them, this new force surely would.

The World-Tree was no longer obsidian or gold; it was a massive, ancient oak with silver leaves that shimmered in the breeze. "We won," Ash said, his voice thick with emotion. He reached out and pulled her into his lap, his nose burying in the crook of her neck. He didn't smell the void anymore. He smelled Rhea. "The King is gone. The gods are gone. It’s just us." "And the pack?" Rhea asked, looking toward the doorway.

❤️ Love in the Shadow of Blood ❤️ Queen Aurora walked over to where the council of elders from the Fae Kingdom were seated. They hadn’t left Ashland yet, and even though the arena was slowly emptying out, they remained there, still in shock. Their young king, the one they had all believed in, the one they had placed their hopes on to defeat the Emperor's warrior, was gone. Just like that. It didn’t feel real yet.