Fantasy Of Grimgar And Ash Novels & Stories

My magic, always simmering just below the surface, surges through me. The power is overwhelming, beautiful and terrifying in equal measure. I fall to my knees, palms pressing against the blackened earth. The ash shifts beneath my hands. Shapes bloom out of the black dust like flowers made of shadow and regret. Wraithlike figures with wolf eyes and broken bones. Others are small and hunched, their faces obscured by veils of mist. All of them are etched with faint lines of light. Brands of exile, marks of shame. The signature of the Ash-born.

I watched the life drain from his eyes, and with a final, satisfying crack, I snapped his neck. "Shadow Guard!" I roared into the forest. "Tear them apart!" The inhibitor had weakened us, but it hadn't erased our strength entirely. Rage and vengeance burned like a wildfire, fueling our return to the fight. My warriors surged forward like beasts unleashed. Gunshots rang out, but no one cared. We were wolves. We were predators. And tonight, the forest would run red with their blood. I snatched a silver dagger from the ground and lunged at the nearest mercenary.

Then his mouth curled, sharp with greed. “There it is,” he whispered. “Finally.” Before he could finish, before he could harness whatever sick claim he thought he had over me, a shadow surged into us. Heath. A beast of black fur and fury, blood glistening on his muzzle, eyes lit like hellfire. He collided with Ashar with a force that rattled my bones, massive claws raking down Ashar’s chest. Ashar’s grip tore from me as he staggered, teeth bared. “Get off me!” Ashar roared, and his body broke apart, shifting, twisting, snapping until a massive silver-gray wolf stood where he had been.

He stirred the fire until it burned hotter, more light pushing back the dark. “What is it?” he asked, only when her breathing had evened out. “We have stories,” she said. “About things that live between. Not here. Not… wherever here isn’t. Tall. Fair. Beautiful. Terrible. They like crossroads, Edges. People who don’t quite belong to one world or another.” “Ashford lodge in the woods with a Beacon inside it probably counts as an edge,” he said. “Yes,” she said. “We call them different things in different tongues. Tamawo. Other names. It doesn’t matter which one it is. They all like to bargain.”

Her face started turning purple as she started to choke on the bed spread in her mouth. Damon finally stopped biting her neck and instead focused on choking her with the bedspread. It didn't take long for Anastasia to start gagging as she started feeling her soul leaving her body. Meanwhile Mr and Mrs Williams were behind the door , wondering if they should open the door because Anastasia seemed to have been shouting from pain. "Adam I think we should open the door something doesn't seem right , Anastasia was screaming but she became quite all of a sudden, please let's open the door to make sure she is alright "Mrs Williams said and Mr Williams sighed.

Please goddess, this was the last thing I needed. But of course, that crooked grin slipped back into place. Ryker huffed out a strained laugh, crossing his arms over his chest. Ryker’s grin disappeared completely and something dark flashed behind his eyes. When he finally laughed, it was strained, bitter. “Is that so?” His gaze drifted toward me. My pulse stuttered. “Tell that to the countless nights we’ve spent together while you two were off chasing witches and picking fights in bars.” My stomach lurched so violently I thought I might be sick. Ash’s posture went rigid, then slowly, he turned his gaze to back to me. The look in his eyes made me pray to the moon goddess for the ground beneat

"We need to talk. Now." "About what?" "About whatever is eating you alive from the inside. You think I cannot see it? I have lived through wars and prophecies and corruption. I know what fear looks like." "I am fine Grandma. Just tired." "Do not lie to me, Ash. I deserve better than lies." Her words hit like a slap. She did deserve better. They all did. I broke. The walls I had built crumbled and everything poured out. "I am having dark thoughts. Whispers in my mind that tell me terrible things. And the dreams are getting worse."

my mothers words scream at me inside my head. I look around at the people around me, some of the faces i recognize from over the years. I never bothered to make friends its kind of pointless when you hidding. " Anyone tries anything they die" says the man next to garret. Ive never seen him before he's well kept clearly a man of higher standing than garret with clean white sleeves and shiny boots. Hes handome with blonde hair and a sharp jaw. They all like that, beautiful built like gods with bodies carved from the heavens themself. But i know better its just a mask hiding the beast they really are. Devils disguised as angles.

" His legs stopped struggling. His body went limp in her arms. She shoved him away in disgust. There was not a trace of pity in her eyes.