Crown Of Ash Novels & Stories

“Few things about your martyr were erased from history. My forefather, the Alpha of your time was the one who ordered you killed, so the real history was passed down to me. He was known to be the only Alpha who was able to conquer you, but in his doings, he did not completely erase you. He couldn't at all. A prophecy was made that era that in another lifetime, a descendant of your lover’s bloodline shall be the one to free you.” Lucan rose up to his feet slowly, wincing with pains as he did. He pointed to Rose, “Emmett, this is the person you seek for, the one who by fate broke the spell on your ashes."

He was still alive, but his breathing sounded like dry leaves scraping on stone. Korth was already shrinking. The majestic dragon was gone, replaced by the pale, trembling man. He was clutching his chest where the black lightning had struck. His clothes were charred, and his eyes were dull. "Korth! Get up!" Elara hissed, grabbing his arm. "The Crown..." Korth gasped, coughing up a puff of gray smoke. "The Crown of Ash wasn't just a symbol, Elara. It’s a weapon. It’s built to kill my kind."

It was heat—pure, dry, suffocating heat that seemed to strip the moisture from breath and thought alike. They turned as one. There, at the base of the throne, sat the Ashen Crown. No herald. No sound. Just… there. Its blackened silver gleamed with veins of molten light, shifting like slow embers trapped in metal. The flames within whispered in a tongue older than the Vale. Zara’s hand went to her sword. “That wasn’t here when we entered.”

Burn for him. I shut my eyes, forced my breath steady. Ash. Ash. Ash. I repeated the name like it was a prayer, like it was armor. Sweat trickled down my temple, my jaw locked, and when I finally spoke my voice didn’t shake. “I am Ash. I am loyal to the crown.”

The trembling of her body gradually stopped as her hands gathered into fists, seemingly suppressing the surging waves of negative emotions that could fully taint her soul with all the darkness in the land. “The Royal Ark clan, King Regor, Crown Prince Rogeus, Princess Regina and…elder brother…” Asha’s murmured to herself as she took one last look at the temple before taking her steps down the mountain. The closer she approached the ruined buildings of the Blood Wolves clan, the heavier her body feels.

"I know she likes you." Prince Ron clenched his fists as he glared at Prince Kayziel with determination. "I'm not that stupid, Kayziel. I am the Crown Prince of Ashenmore which means that you're not only getting my body but you're getting my Kingdom along with it so it's either all or nothing."

But beneath the ruins, someone always watched. Far above the city, Ash perched on a cliff, overlooking Vienna. Her copper-gold eyes caught the flames, reflecting devastation as if it were a mirror of her own ascent. Her crown, dented and blackened, still rested on her head. Behind her, the remnants of her army stirred silently, ghosts of a fallen empire. She had survived the twin infernos not unscathed, but alive. Every sinew a testament to fire and willpower. “Mother,” Ash murmured, voice soft yet filled with danger. “The game begins.”

POV: Daemon | Day 1, Midnight The throne room smelled wrong. Not the usual blend of centuries-old marble and the particular suffocation that came with power but sweat, cedarwood, and something darker. Something like desperation mixed with the metallic tang of fear so acute it had a taste. Daemon Ashford’s knees burned against cold stone that had witnessed coronations and executions but never this. Never a king broken down to something that moved like a man instead of a monument. Not yet. They hadn’t crossed that line. Not completely.

he stopped halfway and quickly jumped to another as if to distract me. I was not aware I was losing my throne? So who now was contending with my authority? But I didn't speak, so I left it all to Mira. I had promised not to shed blood and I would keep it now. “Kev said those treasury… you would take them all if you were in rage from your loss and..” The crowd broke in whispers, kev didn't disagree that he had not said so. He also fell to his knees. “You forged my crest.” I growled, every muscle in my jaw tightening as I rose to my feet.

Let everything go back to normal. Normal. The word tasted like ash. I turned the water off and stood dripping in the quiet. Steam swirled around me thick and heavy. But I didn’t want normal, all I want is her. And that scared me more than any slap Ethan could throw.