Cinders Of A Lord Novels & Stories

It was only during the night as I sat by the fireplace feeling the warmth of the cinders, I would truly feel free of all shackles. This was why I was nicknamed Cinderella by everybody around me but Mary would say, “Just because you are called Cinderella does not mean you will marry some prince charming. You are just a cinder; a piece of burnt coal which needs to be disposed off to some waiter washing dishes at Four Seasons”

"Oh yes, I forgot. You're a seer." "I'm not a...oh well...never mind..." Cassandra tried not to roll her eyes. She had had enough of this world and was desperate to find somewhere familiar even if it was a place where she had to put up with her seed-eating aunt and uncle. A long walk later, the sorceress stopped them. "Wait," she said and turned to the wall where two large marble statues stood about ten feet tall. They were of a bird with the head and torso of a maiden called the Sirins. Cassandra knew them from her literature class in Eastern Slavic folklore.

She held up his index finger and cast a deadly magic, the violets. "Tonight is the last full moon in a hundred years. The most appropriate time to start a new life. I am Queen Millorick and my magical kingdom will be the most powerful and invincible ruler!" She shouted and was followed by the horrifying noise of the other witches. Then she took out an object that I had expected, the silver chalice. Millorick had the chalice of flames, while the other two were still safely stored in Glaze. "But we're still missing two of our most precious items.. Even if we only have the second cup, we can become immune to fire by drinking their blood!"

Just doesn’t sit right with me. “You have to believe me, Lucas. Right now, we’re probably already in danger.” She started looking at the window. “They’ve been watching me for years and they’ve been trying to kill me.” “Kill? They? Who’s they?” “Your uncle’s night creatures. When I found out the truth about your brother, I came back for you. I kept you hidden from them. But it seems the potion is wearing off.” “Wearing off?” I repeated. “That day at the bookshop, you saw me and I saw your aura. You and your brother have the same aura. It scared me when I saw it. Exactly like the devil’s.”

The bowl sang a high note that set the candle flames trembling. Frost bloomed around the base of the altar, delicate and clear. Each crystal formed in order, like a script in a language no one had written in centuries. The cold crept along the edge of Seraphina’s gown and stopped, as if something inside of her had told it where to rest. The High Cleric lifted his staff higher. “Cease,” he said. “Cease this counterfeit.” Lucien stepped forward. “Nothing is being done but what the flame decides.”

The blood crystal hovered above the scrying basin, glowing brightly now. As the spell activated, the image of Kael’s father filled the room—tall, regal, eyes burning like his son’s. His voice echoed with urgency. “They’ve taken the oaths in blood and fire. The Order of Cinder hides behind Council titles now. They seek to destroy the balance between Alpha and Pack. To enslave the old bloodlines, or erase them. My death is imminent. But the truth must survive.” The image shifted—shadowy figures cloaked in crimson, standing behind Council seals. Symbols etched into skin. A ritual. A betrayal.

Hot enough to set paper aflame. He left scorching, smoking footprints on the floor with every step. Lily and Kael both took a step back. 【WARNING: S-Rank Boss, ‘The Ashen Revenant,’ has appeared. He was burned alive in a fire. He hates all living things. His ‘Flames of Retribution’ can burn even the soul to ash.】 But I smelled nothing. Felt no heat. To me, he just looked like some poor chimney sweep after a very, very bad day.

Sierra’s POV Age 7 · Fortress of Cinderfall There was blood on the stone again. Not hers, this time. He lay crumpled at her feet, breathing shallow, lips cracked but still curved in that soft, knowing smile—the kind that made her believe the darkness might one day break. “Do it!” her father’s voice cut through the chamber, slow and poisonous. “Kill the traitor, Vaelira. Or I’ll have you flayed and fed to the hatchlings.”

​I ducked as a blast of red, necrotic magic shot over my head, incinerating the stone pillar behind me. ​A Vampire Lord—tall, draped in crimson armor—stepped out from the shadows of the cloisters. He wielded a staff topped with a glowing, blood-red crystal. ​"Wolves," the Vampire Lord hissed, his voice echoing in the courtyard. "You bring yourselves to the slaughter." ​He slammed his staff into the ground. A shockwave of dark magic ripped through the courtyard. Several Blackwood warriors and Legionnaires were thrown off their feet, clutching their ears as the magic burned their senses.

“Someone invoked the Ashen Throne here... someone summoned the power of the first queen.” A rustle in the trees snapped their attention upward. Before they could draw weapons, Kaelan emerged; clad in light armor and cloak, riding a dark grey stallion. “Prince Kaelan,” Nyra said sharply. “You followed us.” He dismounted smoothly. “I promised to help. I know these woods better than your patrols.” He gestured to the altar. “And I know this sigil. It belongs to the Order of Cinders; a cult believed extinct.”