Court Of Ice And Ash Novels & Stories

Dante staggered, eyes wide in shock. He collapsed onto the throne’s cold steel. Blood pooled beneath him. Luca’s laugh echoed through the hall. Alessia arrived just in time to see the fall. Her scream tore through the chaos. Outside, snow began to fall, soft and silent. A new war had begun. And in its heart, the Ash Throne waited—for the one bold enough to claim it.

The Shattered Vale stretched before them, a scarred plain of ruined villages, blackened trees, and rivers turned to molten veins. The wind carried the smell of ash, blood, and smoke, a bitter reminder of Malakar’s cruelty. Ashenrealm’s army had gathered at the Spire’s edge, soldiers lined in rigid formation, banners flapping in the acrid air. Magic and fire intertwined in the sky, flickering with anticipation.

The cold wind whipped through the barren landscape as Asha and Darian trudged forward, the snow beneath their boots crunching with every step. Their breath misted in the freezing air, and the shadows of the Greywatch Spire loomed behind them, a dark silhouette against the starless sky. The sounds of pursuit—the growls of Blood Pact Beasts, the shouts of the royal guard—faded into the distance, but Asha knew it wouldn’t last. They had only just begun their flight, and the storm was far from over.

Kingston repeated Leviana pointed her f!nger at Kingston and an arrow charged right toward him and Kingston cracked in laughter after holding the arrow with a f!nger The others exchanged glances and at the same time rushed toward him all with their swords “Stay back,,don’t interrupt okay?” Kingston said to Alice and she nodded and stepped back with the little girl in her hand The four started fighting with Kingston trying to stab him with their sword,it’s filled with dark poison which can never be healed so easily

Book ONE: Mikhail: A Royal Dragon Romance Sleeping on a dragon's hoard with greedy, dragonish thoughts in his heart, he had become a dragon himself. ―C. S. Lewis, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader England, September 1559 The halls of Hampton Court Palace were quiet so close to midnight. There was no sound of laughter from the courtiers, not even the hushed murmurs of gentlemen luring young maids into dark corners for secret kisses. The tapestries lining the stone walls rippled faintly with the breeze that slipped in through half-open windows.

His focus went back to what he held in his hands and that stirred up some questions in my head that I had to ask. He spoke calmly and that reduced the tension in the room. “Are you some type of a genie?” “It’s not a kettle, it's an urn.” “Do you live there?” “I just said I'm a wolf shifter, young girl?” He always has this 5-7 seconds of uncomfortable pause before he speaks, like he tries to formulate words in his head. “My ashes were kept there.” His throat worked Your ash? Please, Emmett, make everything you're saying make sense and be more realistic

He pursed his lips, and cursed under his breath, before closing the warrior's eyes. "Take him away. Ensure he gets a proper burial." Asher ordered, and the guards bowed, picking up the corpse, and carrying him away. "The blade." Asher demanded, and Joshua handed it to him. The slim and sharp surface was covered in drying blood, and the trace of wolfsbane was evident, as the blood took on a greenish, rotting tint. Nonetheless, the hilt is what truly caught the Alpha's attention. It was made of a clear crystal, with only a thin aluminum wire wrapping around it, creating an intricate design. The tip of the hilt itself held a red seal that resembled a bat's wing crossing a full moon.

Just then, a small head peeked through the suffocating smoke. “Madam, do you need any help?” someone asked timidly. I forced my eyes open and saw a young boy who was about the same age as my son. He was covered in ash and dirt, but his eyes shone brightly through the smoke. He was so small in size, yet he managed to muster the strength to help me up. Then, together, we slowly made our way outside. The path to the outside was incredibly challenging, and I felt like giving up several times.

The flames whispered against my ears, voices old and familiar, calling me by a name that was not mine. My breath caught, my body poised on the edge of surrender. This was more than a trial—it was a crucible, a reckoning. The shard thrummed in my chest, ready to either crown me or consume me. But as I raised my foot toward the circle of fire, one thought cut deeper than all the rest—when the flames closed in, would they honor Selena Cross… or awaken Ashara once and for all?

"Let's go in," Jim mumbled as they were led into the castle. The castle before them was grander than they could have ever imagined. It screamed money and luxury, perfectly compatible with the character of Ace in their memories. A life of power and status. Jim felt inferior. He looked toward the young man beside him. "Brewster, are you fine?" Instead, he wanted to ask if Brewster would like to return home. He wanted to hold the young man's hand and take him back home... but what could he do when Brewster was so stubborn?