Cinders Of A Lord Novels & Stories

“They’ll burn you to ashes... I’m sorry... Really and really sorry...” smirked Virando intensely cynically. Virando swung his hand again. The seven rainbow candles met one another in the center point. They created such a hugely as well as massively blazing flame. The flame soon burnt the soldiers, fighters as well as generals from West Medicine Land to dark grey ashes. “Aaaarrgggghhhkkk!!!” All the soldiers’, generals’ as well as fighters’ tenor eight-octave squealing and squeaking were audible first before all of them were finally burnt to their quietuses, merely leaving their dark grey ashes.

The consigliere—a thin, silver-haired man named Russo—watched me like I was a puzzle he was trying to solve. Halfway through the main course, a young soldier came to Dante's side and murmured something. Dante's expression didn't change. But his hand tightened on my leg. "What is it?" I asked. "Nothing. Stay here." He rose and left the room. I counted to ten. Then I followed. Dante was in the corridor outside, speaking in rapid Italian to a man I didn't recognize. I caught fragments—"Abate," "warehouse," "ambush"—before he noticed me and fell silent.

"Be careful. Ignis agreed to meet. He may not want his followers provoking us." "Ignis may not control his followers." "That's what I'm afraid of." --- That afternoon, a young she-wolf arrived at the gate. She was alone, unarmed, her fur matted with ash. Not from the Emberkin—from running. "I want to see the Luna." "I'm the Luna." She looked at me—really looked. Her eyes were young but old with fear. "My name is Cinder. I was Emberkin. I left." "Why?" "Because Ignis is wrong. Love is not weakness. He's dying, and he won't admit it. His fire is consuming him. He thinks burning bright is the only way to matter."

He must have come during his short break, not even bothering to change out of his royal attire. Beneath the cloak, his gold-inlaid armor gleamed faintly under the soft light, every engraved pattern glowing with a muted, refined sheen. I could hear the faint, rhythmic clink of metal with each movement he made, low, steady like the heartbeat of a man whose heart had long turned to steel. A silver ring shaped like a crescent moon encircled his finger, catching the light and sending a shiver through me. It was the royal seal of the Lycan King, the mark of one who commanded thousands and the symbol of eternal solitude.

I muttered under my breath, panting. The beasts kept coming, but I was faster now, stronger. Each swing of the sword tore through flesh and bone, the hum of the blade mixing with the chaos around me. And then, through the madness, I saw it. Far off in the distance—standing atop a ridge—was a massive creature, its entire body glowing red like molten metal. Its scales shimmered crimson, and the air around it seemed to warp from sheer heat. Flanked by towering guards, it watched me with cold, intelligent eyes.

For the first time all night, there is fear in his voice. Catherine raises her hand higher. "No," he repeats, taking a step back. The battlefield shakes. The black fire swallows the ground beneath her feet. "What are you?" Catherine looks directly into his eyes. "The end." She snaps her fingers. The sound echoes across the square. The Dark Lord freezes. His eyes widen. His smile disappears. Then he explodes. The force rattles nearby buildings. Silence crashes over the battlefield. Nobody moves. Nobody breathes. The Dark Lord is gone.

the leader whispered, her spear wavering. "He is the Triple-Bind," I said, my Silver Queen authority returning. "And I am a Doctor. Your people are suffering from the 'Ash-Lung'—I can smell the congestion in your chest from here. I can heal your sick, and my sons can wake your fires. In exchange, we need a path to the First City’s foundation." The warrior lowered her spear, her gaze lingering on my face. "I am Solara, Chieftain of the Cinder. You speak with a silver tongue, but your heart beats with the rhythm of the Deep. Very well, Silver Queen. We will not kill you today."

Stripes. Burning across my body like fire. The air itself seemed to change. The wolves hesitated. Just for a second. That was their mistake. I moved. Faster than before. Stronger. Unstoppable. I tore through them. No hesitation now. No strategy. Just dominance. One after another. They fell. Until only one remained. Celdor stepped forward. Finally. I tilted my head slightly, blood dripping from my jaw. “You should have stayed hidden.” He didn’t respond.

The Moon Goddess’ voice echoed softly again inside my mind. You were never born to serve darkness. Power flooded me even harder. The chamber began shaking violently now. Cracks spread across the walls while cult members screamed in panic. The Lycan Lord roared furiously before charging toward me himself. This time, I didn’t run. I raised my hand instinctively. And silver flames burst from my palm. The flames slammed directly into him, sending him crashing through the stone pillars behind him. The entire room shook. Silence followed briefly. Then the Lord slowly stood again, fury twisting his face.

She knelt, trembling “What do you want?” The figure leaned forward. “To finish what they started. But differently I want to warn her.” The vision trembled. Sera felt herself being pushed out. But before she faded, The Cinderborn spoke one final time: “Tell Liora this, The Throne of Flame is not her final battle, The one who cast the first crown still lives, And she wears Aria’s face.” Sera’s eyes flew open. The ritual circle shattered. Liora caught Auren’s body as it slumped forward, but he didn’t wake. Not yet. “Sera!” she shouted.