Final Space Ash Graven Novels & Stories

" Landen ,If Nithra is alive I would have stood alone .As usual my aura ,might be .She is my strength .I lived for her .But ,now I don't have a strength. I am similar to corpse . If her death is an natural one ,I would have been just a wound and after days ,it might have healed. but ,it's not an natural death .It's a painful death .The way ,how I showered her love .Is the same way ,how I break and crushed her into pieces and made her end up with death .I can still ,recall the happy words which she mentioned me and imagined to open up . Exactly,I don't know what happened on that day . But,when I regained my sense back all I knew is I had bullied my Nithra with vulgar words and broken het trus

Liam leaned back in his chair, his expression dark. "We suspect Adler will choose the Ashen Field," he said, his voice grave. "The Ashen Field?" I asked, testing the name on my tongue. It sounded like a graveyard. "It is neutral ground," he explained, "but cursed. Wolves cannot shift there. Centuries ago, a great war was fought on that soil. Thousands died in the dead of winter. The ground was frozen solid, so they couldn't bury the dead. Instead, they burned them."

The Last Root Never Dies Kieran's POV Ash fell like snow on the ruined keep as dawn clawed its way over the orchard ridge. The chapel had collapsed into a smoking hollow in the night, its stones cracked open by flame and blood and the weight of every oath whispered beneath its vaulted ceiling. The oil fires had done their work well. Calor's final dogs had choked in the vault stair, their bodies piled so deep that the orchard roots would drink for seasons to come.

But his eyes were clear. "You can't." Grayson frowned. "Explain." Frank swallowed. "The Stone Circle lies beyond Hollow Fang territory." "So?" "So," Frank said quietly, "there's only one route." Silence. "The Ashen Pass." Caius stiffened instantly. "No." Frank nodded. "You know it." Caius looked grim. "Yes." Savannah frowned. "What is the Ashen Pass?" Nobody answered immediately. Finally Caius did. "A graveyard." Silence. "The final battlefield of the Blood Wars."

Her body began to glow, and color returned to her pale cheeks. "Continue!" the crone shouted. "Don't stop!" I pushed the dagger deeper. More light streamed from my body. I felt myself emptying out, becoming a hollow shell. But it was worth it. If she could live, it was all worth it. The silver blade sank completely into my heart. The altar exploded with a blinding light, illuminating the entire hall like daylight. And then, everything went dark.

Even with a few people working together, they still couldn't pull Anthony away from me. "He seems to really like you." Eddie sniffled, his voice hoarse as he spoke to me. A mess of feelings crashed through me. I felt like something was lodged in my throat; I could barely breathe. In the end, I let out a bitter laugh. "Let's hope so." … A few days later, Anthony was done handling all the arrangements after my death. But instead of putting my ashes in a grave somewhere, he brought them back to the villa. With the kind of money he had, buying a plot was nothing. I had no idea why he chose to do this.

It is the most sacred, and most painful, way for a werewolf to die. Three years later. "Elara, it's time to rest." The young Alpha's voice was as gentle as a spring breeze. I nodded, taking one last look at the full moon outside my window. I thought to myself: Soul-bound. 'Til death do us part. This time, I was the one who broke our vow. But life goes on. So be it. Let's not meet again... not in the next life.

He reached out with a withered, gnarled hand—trying to grasp me, to touch my face one last time. "I'm... so... sorry..." His lips moved, soundless, forming those three words—too late by a lifetime. But his hand fell, limp and lifeless, against the freezing floor. And in that instant, as his eyes closed for good, my spirit dissolved—scattering like starlight into the endless snow. Every debt, every grudge, every wound—all of it faded into dust. If there is a next life, Father, let us never meet again.

The thick smoke engulfed me, and my breathing became labored. The inhaler in my hand was nearly empty. I took one last deep breath and closed my eyes in despair. A wave of bitterness washed over me. I should not have started this ill-fated relationship.