Fantasy Of Grimgar And Ash Season 2 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Beneath the skin of the world. Her grandmother had stopped asking where she disappeared to at night. The look in her eyes said it all. She knew. Or she remembered something that told her not to interfere. Asher leaned against the doorframe behind her. "Something’s coming," she said. He nodded. "I feel it too." "Victor?" "Maybe. Maybe something worse." She turned to face him. Her voice dropped. "I saw a girl. In my dream. Half-wolf. Half-human. She was burning from the inside."

He spits the blue eyeball out of his mouth. “Kneel!” Asher growls, holding up Grizz’s tattered and beaten body. Darius and Brickland’s wolves stand over Foster’s dead body, licking the blood off the jowls. Asher stands over Grizz, letting the claws from his free hand extend. In a swift swiping motion, the front of Grizz’s throat is now held in Asher’s hand. Asher then shoves Grizz’s dead body away, as if touching Grizz burns his skin.

Familiar in the way a half-remembered nightmare is familiar. “Something’s here,” I say. “Or it was. Recently.” Cain’s attention snaps to full focus, silver eyes sharpening. “You’re sure.” “Unfortunately,” I reply. “It feels like old ash. Like magic that should’ve burned out—and just… didn’t.” Ashton’s wolf stirs, uneasy, pushing against his skin. “That doesn’t exist.” I look at him flatly. “I do.” Silence slams down hard enough to echo.

Ember (As Ash) POV The hall was suffocating with silence after Magnus’s words, every wolf’s eyes drilling into me as I stood in Ash’s skin. The battered girl chained on the floor lifted her head weakly, the glamour on her face nearly perfect—my face, Ember’s face. She whimpered, her eyes darting around the hall, and for a heartbeat I almost believed it myself. Magnus’s smirk was sharp, carved from cruelty, and his voice carried through the chamber like a blade. “You scrubbed her blood, Ash. You watched her crawl. You served Zane while she rotted. Tell us… is this Ember? Or is she still hiding among us?”

I didn't mourn him for that exact reason . I wheeze as my breath is stolen from me along with my vision as huge drops form and fall every few seconds . I put my arms on the edge of the tub and lean back using the end as support . I lift my feet and blankly observe them . " What should I do now ? " I whisper . Asha wasn't lying about that . I don't think she'd have a reason to . Here she was talking about witches performing necromancy rituals but .. she didn't know how it would be affected if an immortal's power was involved .

But beneath it all, I could smell Asher. I stepped into the open, shifting back, the cold biting through what was left of my shirt. Zane prowled under my skin, ready to tear through whatever remained. Lila’s presence pulsed at my back, her magic thrummed through the bond. “You should have stayed dead,” Asher called from the shadows. His voice was smooth, mocking. He emerged from the mist like a ghost. Blood streaked his face, but his smile was untouched. Behind him, the few rogues that remained shifted, more fear than loyalty holding them in place.

She’d come to see the bastard in the ground for herself. Dorian Ashford’s coffin sat there, slick and shiny, all polished mahogany that hollered wealth even as it sank toward the dirt. The priest mumbled some nonsense about peace everlasting, his voice half-drowned by the storm, but Sienna didn’t hear a word. Her eyes were glued to that box, her jaw locked tight. Twenty-seven years of bile churned inside her. He’d left her mom to waste away in a rusted trailer, coughing up her last breaths, while he piled up his shipping billions—money built on the wreckage of the only person who’d ever given a damn about him.

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.

Glowing magical threads emerged from her ear, twisted around themselves, and formed a small sphere. It was the memory of the dream, and another memory about Zane. The stranger closed his hand around the memory and destroyed it. Lila’s body jerked for a moment, then went still.