From Ashes To Queen: Now I Call The Shots นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Enough! Ash, you in or out?” The room went dead still and every gaze landed on me. I swallowed hard. “I’m not doing it,” I said quietly. “Not like this...” The silence that followed my words was deafening t Griff’s jaw clenched. “Then you better figure out where you stand, because if you’re not with us by midnight, you’re out. And I mean for good.” He stormed out, the door slamming behind him like a gunshot. The room erupted with different noises. Some accusations , some curses, other voices rising like a storm. Brothers who used to have my back now muttered my name like I was a ghost.

The language of the note was precise, but not detached. It read as follows in part: Marigolds continue to produce positive associative anchoring during narrative recall exercises. Patient demonstrates increased stability when environmental reinforcement is maintained consistently. Recommend continued integration of M. Qureshi presence during structured sessions. Aisha read the line twice. Then a third time. Because something about the phrasing no longer felt purely clinical. It felt intimate in a way that official documentation was not supposed to allow. That night, she visited Arman again. He was waiting by the window as usual, though this time he was not writing when she entered. Instead,

“I’m not just a Null Wolf. I’m a wolf queen just like you. A stronger queen than most can imagine.” Ash’s sharp gaze flicked to mine, narrowing slightly. Her stance remained unwavering, but I could sense the shift in her. She didn’t let it show, but I knew she was intrigued, and perhaps a little wary. “A queen?” she repeated, her voice skeptical, almost mocking. “You’re a queen? What makes you think anyone would believe that?”

He thought of Rhea’s silver eyes, the way they had looked at him with such hatred and longing on the hill. "We prepare for war," Ash said, his voice turning into the hard, cold edge of a leader who had nothing left to lose. "If she’s the Queen of Ruin, then we are the ones who will stand in the wreckage. Tell the pack to sharpen their silver. We aren't hunting a mate anymore. We’re hunting a disaster."

“My girl… Queen of Ashes.” Outside, Alec watched from the doorframe. Zara rose and walked to him—her brand relaunch on the line, her family safe, her rival presumed drowned. She pressed her lips to his, fierce and sudden. “I’m not done burning,” she whispered. “But with you… I’ll burn for us.” He smiled, pulling her close. “Then let’s set this world aflame.”

“They’ll remember who rules them now.” He kissed my temple. “And they’ll never dare touch you again.” Not every crown is forged from gold. Some are built from ashes. And I—Ashyrel of the Phoenix Throne—rose from every one they lit beneath me. Let this be a warning. Queens don’t beg. We reign. ---

he let go of his top “So be a good girl and show yourself, before the first people to die tonight will be what is left of your pathetic original pack.” I stood up and Chase grabbed me. “Chase, I have too,” I said. "Be ready,” I said and then kissed him. “My king,” I said as I broke away and he grinned. “My Queen,” he replied. I let go of Chase and walked down the path into the clearing. and stood facing Asher a few yards away. “I’m here. Let them go,” I said. Asher looked me up and down and smiled. If I thought it was possible, I would have thought that he was genuinely happy to see me. He grinned wickedly.

He called out the window. “Banana” She yelled back with a huge grin on her face. “I am not used to getting so spoiled” She laughed. “As long as you are with us, we will always treat you like a queen” I told her.

I remember the Queen’s final words before she cast me into the storm: You will wander until you understand love, and only then will you be whole again. I thought it was a punishment. Now I see it was prophecy. Ashlyn’s lovefor Krav, for her family, for her people is what will decide the fate of everything. And if that means I must burn within her to keep it alive, then so be it. Because I am Sheetal. The storm reborn. The shadow of a queen. And the heart that beats beneath her ribs is mine to protect. Always.

the queen mother snapped, her anger simmering just beneath the surface as she glared at Ashley with barely concealed hostility. "Yeah, I was, but your face... it's peeling," Ashley stuttered, her words hanging in the air awkwardly as she struggled to make sense of the surreal situation unfolding before her. "Please, just leave," the queen mother commanded, her tone icy and commanding as she gestured towards the exit. Ashley hesitated for a moment, torn between her curiosity and the queen mother's obvious displeasure, before finally acquiescing and making her retreat.