Brave Frontier Joy To Ashes Novels & Stories

LISA’S POV My heart was a swirling sea of emotions as I watched Alpha Asher and his warriors mount their horses, galloping away into the distance. They were on a mission to rescue his brother Jonas. The sight of them disappearing over the horizon brought an unexpected surge of tears to my eyes. The final glance Asher cast my way before he turned away was etched into my memory - a silent pledge, a promise that he would come back for me. Swiftly, I brushed away my tears, turning back towards the sanctuary of our home. Yet, even as I did so, my mind was teeming with thoughts of the perils that lay in wait for Asher and his men.

"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…"

Three. “We’re having a baby,” I whispered. His eyes came up to mine. I’d seen Valtherion Ashvane face armies. Face Malachar. Face the possibility of death with ice-cold composure. I had never, in all the months I’d known him, seen him look like this. Wrecked. Absolutely wrecked. Eyes flooded, jaw trembling, the Alpha armor shattered into a thousand pieces, and underneath it joy. Raw, overwhelming, impossible joy, the kind that doesn’t fit inside a body.

The clearing still smoldered, as if the forest itself hadn’t quite decided whether to breathe again. There was death as far as she could stare. And she was the one who took life out of this forest. Ash clung to the air in pale, ghostly swirls, rising from the charred earth around her like reluctant spirits. Freya pushed herself up with arms that trembled like wind-warped branches, the bark at her back still warm, too warm from the fire she’d unleashed. Her own fire. Untamed. Furious. Alive.

Gods. A pair of gryphons soar overhead, their bondeds laughing as they dive through the clouds. Direwolves and their humans moving in perfect sychronizon. One particulary unimpressed frost lynx lounges across a tree branch, glaring down at everyone beneath it like they are personally offending its existence. Further in the distance, Ironclad dragons train with their bondeds, bronze scales glimmering beneath the rising sun. Terrifying, but majestic. For a few silent moments, I simply watch. Because despite all else, I still love them. I always have, even though Aetherion Academy was not supposed to be my future.

Once he was done, Asher sighed deeply, feeling an excitement boil in his chest, as he couldn't wait to welcome his son home. Asher's eyes looked out the nursery's window. The sun had begun setting in the west, and in the east, the full, grey moon began rising above the clouds. Standing at the second story of his mansion, Asher could see over the pine trees of the forest that bordered the east end of his pack grounds. He approached the window and looked out onto the world before him. Birds could be heard singing their last tunes for the day. Asher looked down on the village area below him. The children were being called in by their mothers as the evening began settling its dark shade in the s

Bart yelled and I laughed. Piper turned to us with a big glare. “The problem with you two is, you lack imagination. You don't know a masterpiece even if it slapped you in the face!” She yelled with irritation. I rolled my eyes. Piper and her grandiose words. Her dream was to school outside South America. I loved it for her, though. I wish I could be that brave. “What's the name of the show anyway?” I asked. “Best Friends In the World.” She said with enthusiasm.

Ambrose had been surprised too, he just hid it better. Joe and Ravyn came to a halt just before the border, where Brigand was waiting for them. His moon white hair still streaked with blood and dirt. His rich dark brown eyes were glassy but alert, and what looked like blessed relief shone in his eyes at the sight of Ravyn and Joe - at the might of Ambrose's army behind them. Ravyn brought her stallion to a halt before him, "Are we in time?" She asked. Her voice rang clear despite the panic and dread coursing though her veins. The shadows around her mind had already begun closing in, and the real battle hadn't even started yet.

I think I could finally taste a little bit of Ash's confidence before the next day's attack… "Welcome everyone!" Morfran called out, spreading his arms like a god who was about to bless his believers. Then his words of self-admiration began to satiate the air. My eyes turned to Ash, and I saw hellfire filling his irises. I hated Morfran and Metis with every fiber of my being, but my hatred couldn't possibly compare to what Ash must have felt. I squeezed his hand, trying to show him that I was by his side, supporting him. I rose to my toes, trying to whisper in his ear when a cold breeze licked my skin.

The sky darkens as if ash had found it too. Below, his laughter climbs—ruptured, furious, exultant. The pulse hammers through it, reminding even him: freedom is not a rule. --- POV: Ashmouth The world shakes. Chains lie in glowing shards, sinking into ash. My body is ruin—torn, bleeding, luminous. My laughter is ragged but alive. I lift my head. Shadows climb with me. Skulls orbit. Solara quakes; bells toll without hands. I grin through blood and ash.