Grimgar Of Fantasy And Ash Books Novels & Stories

" 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.

PIXIE I could feel the smirk on griffins voice as he spoke, a smirk that was just as threatening as his growls and I wanted nothing more than for Asha to end the wolf once for all just like how Amber had ended Gloria. I stared at Asha from behind, we all did, waiting for him to do it, to deliver the finishing blow and finally put an end to this long fought war. ‘Release him!’ Asha said and I could relate to the defiant growl Ayla gave in protest, Griffin was no pup, he was far too dangerous to be given any sort of leverage as he could take the slightest advantage and take a killing blow at soneone’s throat.

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.

Danika’s POV. - Poof! The head my maw should’ve crushed to pieces explodes into ashen fairy dust. I fall back swiftly and shake my head to rid of the cloud. Only to growl ever nefariously at the face of my grinning enemy standing across from me – with the stolen Grimoire in hand. “Heh, think you’d get me so easy?” He grins diabolically, intentionally hinting at the large black voluminous book in his hand. “I commend your prowess for making it this far, but this is as far as you-”

Except it wasn’t really a house. It was a stone mansion nestled deep in the forest, wrapped in vines and mystery, perched at the edge of Graymoor like a secret carved into the trees. No one dared venture too close—not even the boldest of teenagers. There were rumors, whispers of wolves howling on windless nights, lights flickering in the attic, and strange sigils burned into the bark of trees nearby. But to Ashara, it was simply home. A lonely one. A quiet one. ⸻

Either Zane had left it, or someone wanted me to think he had. I passed the chained wolves again. Most hung limp in their bonds, their eyes glazed with the weight of enchantments. But one lifted his head when I drew near. His gaze was clearer than the rest, though his voice rasped like broken glass. “Ash…” he croaked, as if he remembered me from nights past. “Stop the Binding. They’ll use him.” His chains rattled when he coughed. I pressed my palm against the bars, feeling the heat of his body beneath the cold metal. “I will,” I whispered, forcing the words steady. “I’ll come back for all of you. I swear it.” His gratitude was a knife in my gut. I pulled away before it cut deeper.

I sit between Nadia and Trey and look up at my mom, trying to figure out what we are doing here. I'm really nervous about being here. I still don't understand why they wanted us today. Was it some sort of mistake? But everyone looks like they were expecting us. "Welcome enchantlings..." The Grand Elder Anastasia says. She is Phoebe and Knox's grandmother. She is also a phoenix, and the oldest on the council. "I know you are confused about what is going on and why we have requested your presence."

he asked sounding a tad weak. Ash hummed, "After my mo-the woman hired to play my mother was killed, I wished I could just erase my life, burn it down to nothing", he swallowed, "I didn't tell you the whole story, my grandfather killed or attempted to kill my grandmother when my father was my age, and it's apparently a family, initiation thing", he made a face as if he'd tasted something vile, swallowing he continued, "Obviously my grandmother survived probably using another decoy to protect herself, she, however, couldn't change the way her son ended up thinking, and apparently that man has wires in his brain screwed wrong", he said shaking his head. "If I can't erase who I am, or burn my p

His voice made me jump, “What is your name woman?” My lips came unglued and I managed to choke out, “Fantasy, but please don’t call me that. I hate it.” “Okay, what do you go by then?” He queried with amusement tingeing his tone of voice. “Tasy.” I whispered out as I felt the heated wetness of a male’s erotically appointed appendage press into the lips of my opening from behind.

I smirked in return. Alpha Asher stood still as I closet the distance between us. His dark eyes lingered on me, cautious and guarded. I lifted my hand slowly, toying with the collar of his button down shirt. "What's your wolf's name?" I smirked up at him, peering up through my eyelashes. Asher remained silent for a few moments, his dark eyes blazing into my own. "Grim." Was all he said, his lips moving softly. "Grim." I repeated the name slowly, smiling up at Asher as I graze my teeth against my bottom lip. "Shame he can't come out and play."