Brave Frontier Joy To Ashes Novels & Stories

“Tomorrow, we march. The crown will either bend… or break.” The following morning, Asha stood at the front of her army, the combined might of the Frostkin, the Greybloods, the Ironpaws, and the Silverclaws arrayed behind her. The ground beneath them trembled with the weight of their numbers, the air thick with the promise of battle. Today, they would face the might of the royal family, the last obstacle between them and the freedom they so desperately sought.

" Landen ,If Nithra is alive I would have stood alone .As usual my aura ,might be .She is my strength .I lived for her .But ,now I don't have a strength. I am similar to corpse . If her death is an natural one ,I would have been just a wound and after days ,it might have healed. but ,it's not an natural death .It's a painful death .The way ,how I showered her love .Is the same way ,how I break and crushed her into pieces and made her end up with death .I can still ,recall the happy words which she mentioned me and imagined to open up . Exactly,I don't know what happened on that day . But,when I regained my sense back all I knew is I had bullied my Nithra with vulgar words and broken het trus

“One of those towns will flinch. Will think siding with us buys peace. And when they do—” He picked up a shard of glass and sliced a mark into the nearby wooden beam, a tally among others. “We burn their peace to the ground.” *** Pov: Asher. The road to Grafton Ridge was quiet, but it wasn’t peaceful. Asher rode with nothing but a light pack and the worn coat his father used to wear—more symbolic than warm. He traveled alone, just like Thane once had, the sealed invitation resting against his chest like a second heartbeat.

Bonfires crackled, casting warm, golden light upon the gathering. Feasts spread across makeshift tables, showcasing the regions' culinary delights. Laughter and stories flowed freely, as warriors shared tales of valor and camaraderie. Brody, still recovering, smiled wistfully. "Never thought I'd see this day... or enjoy another sunset." Athena's hand found his, her eyes shining. "You'll see many more, Brody. Together." Jasper raised his voice, addressing the assembly. "Today, we honor our fallen, our bravery, and our unity!"

The valley shook under the roar of combat. The Ashbound surged from the eastern ridge in waves, like shadows made flesh, their eyes burning with rage, their fangs bared and claws gleaming. Every step they took left scorch marks on the grass and frost on the air, a manifestation of the ancient power that had kept them hidden for centuries.

Then, they transformed. Two massive wolves snarled and lunged, brawling in the ashes. Ash and soot clouded the air as the wolves clashed, fangs bared, fury unleashed. They didn’t stop until they were completely spent. Finally, they collapsed apart, panting, scorched and scraped. Jones slumped down, face ashen, despair written in every line on his face.

Tessa POV When we stepped out of tent the cold bit through my coat like teeth. Ashmoon’s forests were darker than ours, thicker, like they’d swallowed light centuries ago and refused to give it back. But up ahead, flickers of flame licked the shadows. Firelight. Voices. Metal clinking on wood. Rylan walked a half-step behind me. His presence steady, silent. We’d crossed the border hours ago, and now the heart of Ashmoon’s warriors pulsed around us - lean shadows with hard eyes, hands never far from blades or the snarling wolves beside them.

I roared at him. “NOW.” Asher roared. Tearing through Lycans as we made our way through the onslaught, Jerek powering towards them ripping the throats out like it nothing, we needed to get to her, how could we have been such fools. Then I felt her. Bria she had shifted, the death of Brooke awakening her and Sophia. The roar that emanated through the grounds had the Lycans cowering in fear. This roar was unlike anything anyone had heard before. I was in awe, but the roar was full of grief.

I replied, shaking my head softly. “No, like seriously,” she continued, sitting up straighter. “Do you know how fun I am? He’s going to regret this. He’ll be somewhere eating plain rice and thinking about me. I can bet you that. ” I blinked. “Plain rice?” “Yes. Utterly sad, disgustingly dry, and unseasoned, plain rice,” she said firmly, a grin appearing on her face. I couldn’t help it, I laughed. How could I not? This was my best friend in this timeline. But for a brief moment, everything felt normal again, like nothing had happened.

It was fear, curdled into something monstrous by nineteen years of practice, and she had just watched the one person she’d spent her whole life protecting nearly die because of the exact silence she’d kept. Kai’s eyes opened. Not far, not steady, but open, and they found me first, before Renata, before the wrecked room, before anything else, and something in his face when he saw me eased for a half second even through the pain, before it tightened again with the effort of speaking. “Elias.” His voice was wrecked, barely a breath. “Did he. Are you.” “I’m fine. You threw yourself in front of a bullet, you absolute idiot, I’m fine—”