From Ashes To Queen: Now I Call The Shots Novels & Stories

So when a Necromancer terrorist group waged war against law-abiding citizens and started wreaking havoc, the Chicago became a shitshow and immediately converted to a worst kind, not even the local normie police could handle. Which meant the best counterattack came not from local human authorities but in the form of government-backed Awakens. “Where the fuck is our cover fire?” Knight Adamson gritted his teeth and raise his hand casting a shield but flinched when magic bullets started raining down at them. He glanced over at his second-in-command and communications and infiltration specialist Sergeant Rina Abello, as she dropped down beside him, magically enhanced AKR-75 assault rifle tightly

The old Alpha's deep voice filled the hall, every word crystal clear: "That half-breed is in the way. She's making Kaelen weak, unfit to be Alpha. Contact the Blood Moon pack, tell them to move tonight. Remember, I want her unfit to ever be Luna." "What if she dies?" "Even better. But if she survives… let her live with the shame. A woman tainted by a rival pack can never be our Luna." The recording ended. The hall was terrifyingly quiet, the silence broken only by Seraphina's sobs. I looked at Kaelen. His face was ashen. He collapsed to the ground as if his legs had given out. But what truly killed my heart wasn't his shock. It was the flicker of… agreement in his eyes.

“Let me help you, Rose.” “It wouldn't hurt, would it?” She asked with a shaky voice. “Have I ever hurt you?” I got no reply to that. “Okay…so how do you get in?” She asked instead. “Close your eyes and try to breathe evenly; you could do that, right?” “Y..yes, please Emmet hurried up. The only strength I've got is on my tongue, my body is closing up on me.” Just as she spoke, I turned into a thick cloud of ash. My eyes went into flames.

As Charles was pushed into the incinerator, Logan filmed the entire process and put it up on my social media page. However, there was no response. Logan’s patience ran thin. He spammed me with voice messages. “Coral, if you don’t show up now, I’ll dump your father’s ashes straight into the sewer. “You’ll never find him again. “This is your final chance to show yourself to me.” Logan had never sent me so many messages since Elise came into our lives. However, his attempts to communicate were met with silence. Time went by. Slumping against his bench, Logan clenched the phone in his hand.

“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.

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.”

This was messy and human and real. *I could have been a queen again* *Worn a borrowed crown* *But queens don't get to choose their fate* *When someone else runs the town* *So I'll be ashes if that's what I am* *I'll be broken if that's my song* *At least these ashes belong to me* *At least this broken heart is strong* I could see faces in the front row. Some crying. Some confused. Kai watching me like I was the only person in the room.

In Ashport, it was no secret that my mom, Celia Gibson, had two families. When she was up in Northline, she stayed with Dad and me. When she was down in Southbank, she cared for the man who once saved her life and his son. Years ago, Arthur Poole stepped in and took a knife that should have struck her when the dock she was at exploded. From that moment, Celia lived as if her life belonged to him. Dad fought with her about it for over a decade. The wealthy in Ashport snickered behind his back, saying Liam Olson was her husband in name only. After all, Dad couldn't even get her to cut ties with her so-called savior. Then, Celia got pregnant with my little sister. Arthur called her, scream

"It was just a punch-" "I will flay every single man who ever dares to lay a finger on you," Asher interrupted, his raspy baritone dripping with dark, absolute conviction. His face hovered inches from hers, his hot breath fanning across her trembling lips. "No law, no council, no assassin, and no fucking army will ever keep you from being my Queen. I will burn this entire realm to ashes before I let anyone take you from me."