Brave Frontier Joy To Ashes Novels & Stories

Welcome to my kingdom. My stomach churns, and a wave of nausea washes over me. The rage, the indignation, the pain of losing Asher all merge into a chaotic, uncontrollable storm of emotions. The grief is so raw, so overwhelming, that I can hardly process it. He was my best friend—my only true friend. And now he’s here, bloodied, brutalized, a grotesque trophy in a game Drave started and seems determined to see through to the end.

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.

She had done everything she came to do. And then she had stood at the window looking out at the Brooklyn rooftop and she had felt — not grief, exactly. Not guilt, which she had already addressed and which had been received with a generosity she had not deserved and which she tried to honor by not revisiting it unnecessarily. Something smaller than grief and larger than nostalgia. The specific feeling of standing at the edge of something that is entirely right and recognizing that you are glad it is right, and that the gladness costs something you are willing to pay.

“Do you not know what these are?” “Nnnoooo” She stammered. “They are branding irons” I laughed as I grabbed the letter W and made my way back to the fire and placed it in the flames. I waited until it was nice and red and then returned to her. She started to fight shaking her head from side to side as I approached. I laughed as I pushed the letter to the top of her right tit, God the smell was so much better and stronger then with cigarettes. I wish that I had bought these before. Now I was super excited to get Charlotte back and use these on her. I walked away from her and grabbed the letter H from the case and walked back to the fire. I was disappointed when she passed out when I was only

toward the safe zone. As his silhouette vanished, a raw, gaping hole tore open inside me. This was it. The final goodbye. Was this the last time I would ever see him? The convoy split into two, one heading for the safe zone, the other toward Brynn's lands. I closed my eyes and let the tears fall. At least he was safe. At least he would hate me, not grieve for me. The wheels crunched over the gravel, carrying me toward an unknown darkness.

No one had ever done that for me before. The voice that spoke to me, and woke me up, told me that there’s a lot more waiting for me. I turn my face to look in the direction I had come from. I'm a long way from where I started and getting back will be an arduous journey filled with pain, suffering and struggles. "We've survived worse... Surely we can return to those who love us." I smiled as if it's the truth... And more importantly, I'm not alone. Boreas and Helios are with me...

It was possession. Elias’s voice rose over the chaos, sharp with runes I’d never heard him speak before. His hands burned so bright the air warped around him, each sigil etched like a brand into the dark. Flames roared higher than the treetops, licking across the battlefield in jagged arcs that cut down mercenaries too slow to shield themselves. He wasn’t weaving illusions anymore. He wasn’t calculating costs. He was burning everything that stood between me and him, and if the whole forest went up in ash, I don’t think he would have cared.

But as I try to move, he warns, “Please… there are a lot of shards here. You could cut yourself more.” From the peak of the overcoat, I see a hand clearing broken glass from the footwell near the car door. “Mr Shaw, you’ll cut yourself too,” another voice warns. “You already did,” the new man replies. Mr Shaw must have hurt himself while clearing the way. I hear a soft laugh. “It’s nothing. Nicholas taught me, your life is for this country, Damien. This blood is nothing in comparison.” Who is this man? I know Heidi, but I never asked about her family. Her brother… remains a mystery.

" Ashley just looked at her with her red and wet eyes and nodded. She was emotional right now and wanted to cry her heart out but an alpha never cries in front of her pack members. Last night she had hugged Bryan and cried for the whole night but today she had to bid her mother farewell forever as well as face the pack, she can't let her pack members see her tears and emotions. Aaron was beside Bryan as he paid his respect as well, before he looked at Amber, and not just him everyone looked at Amber. Unlike Ashley, who was moving and showed some emotions Amber was like a dead corpse. Last night she had cried to half an hour before she became extremely quiet.