Grimgar Of Fantasy And Ash Books Novels & Stories

The sky darkens as if ash had found it too. Below, his laughter climbs—ruptured, furious, exultant. The pulse hammers through it, reminding even him: freedom is not a rule. --- POV: Ashmouth The world shakes. Chains lie in glowing shards, sinking into ash. My body is ruin—torn, bleeding, luminous. My laughter is ragged but alive. I lift my head. Shadows climb with me. Skulls orbit. Solara quakes; bells toll without hands. I grin through blood and ash.

Five pulses answered the question before any mouth could. Ashar looked at his hands as flame curled around his palms without burning him. “I am Ashar of Veydrin,” he said, but the name carried more weight than before. The air behind him shimmered with images of a civilization made of fire, stone, blood oath, and sanctuary towers built into mountains. Then those towers fell in silence, and the last flame entered him like a crown returning to its owner. “God of preservation,” he said, as if confessing to a crime.

The ground trembled beneath Asha as she struggled to rise to her feet. Her breath came in sharp, painful gasps, her body drained from the immense effort of unleashing the Soulbone’s power. The air around her still hummed with the residual magic, a tremor of energy that seemed to pulse from the very heart of the Spire. She could feel it deep inside her, the echoes of the Ancestral Spirits and the remnants of the Blood Pact, still struggling to cling to existence.

) I already have a planned plot to Stonegrim but putting all the pieces together will really take some time to finish, but no worries, I always spend my free time working on this. Anyways, this book is a novel-type-ish... Like, it doesn't come with that "name-of-person's POV" every start of the chapter. So yeah, just a heads up (っ´▽')っ Edit: So I haven't been able to update for months, had a lot of stuff happening especially when 2020 got into the scene. Been busy as well with dealing lots of personal stuff. Hopefully y'all won't mind my cringey Author's note inserted here in the middle of the chapters. This is more of me tryna get myself together while creating this novel lol. Really am loo

Why in so many people in Asgaphra, the two men with the most terrible laughter gathered in the same place? Downstairs, the incubus and elf-vampire were laughing until tears came to their eyes. The butterfly fairy Greta both was laughing and rolling in the air. Fairy powers were strewn all over (thank goodness this is also easy to clean). Balan wiped his tears with the back of his hand, looked up, and saw his precious brother had come out with a gray box clutched in his lap. Immediately, his mother's hen mode was turned on: "Are you okay?" He knew very well that anything in this shop had a price tag far beyond the ability of an apprentice wizard, and even a full-fledged wizard had to think ve

Yet another fantasy Prologue Legora, the largest capital city in the world. Once one of nine, now there are four. We had lost five cities in the great calamity. Creatures from god knows where poured in from a tear in the earth. A dimensional tear in space and time the men of science called it, but really who the fuck knows? All I know is they were bigger, stronger, looked nothing like us and they outnumbered us hundred to one.

I didn’t want to argue with him, so I said coldly, “It’s not funny, Ralph. I won’t take what’s yours, and don’t come to me with this again.” Maybe it was because I didn’t react the way he wanted, but that only made him angrier. He suddenly grabbed my hair, his face twisting with rage as he shouted, “Jacob! How dare you have the nerve to say you won’t take what’s mine? Agnes is mine! If you hadn’t stolen my place as the Yule family’s heir, how could you possibly be the one marrying her? I advise you to call off the engagement. Otherwise, the injuries on your body won’t stop here.”

I hadn’t washed it yet. However, when I examined the collar, my fingers paused. The button was loose. The thread looked new, like it had been forcibly pulled. I crouched down and opened the shoe cabinet. My pair of hospital slippers sat neatly inside. The soles were clean. I remembered clearly that the last time I wore them, there had been a faint yellowish stain from disinfectant. Now, the soles were gray-white, as if someone had deliberately scrubbed them clean. My breathing tightened slightly, but my expression didn’t change.

Standing in the absolute center of the carnage was Alexander Vance. He looked like a demonic entity escaping a subterranean war zone. His gray tactical shirt was entirely shredded, hanging in bloody rags from his massive six-foot-four frame, exposing the thick white compression bandages that were now completely saturated with a mixture of dark, silver-poisoned fluid and fresh, bright arterial blood. The black, necrotic tracks of the silver-nitrate venom had returned with a terrifying vengeance, creeping up the entire column of his neck and mapping across his sharp jawline like a web of dark glass.

Emmy has spent her life believing she understands where she belongs: beneath the protection of King Xander, the wolf king who raised her as his own, and within a kingdom that has always been her home. But on the eve of her twentieth birthday, everything she knows begins to unravel. When a mysterious amethyst amulet awakens a power buried deep within her, Emmy discovers that her fate is tied to something far older—and far more dangerous—than the kingdom she loves. The ancient dragon king, Ignisvath, has returned from the shadows, and his connection to Emmy is not one that can be explained away as coincidence. As whispers of war spread through the kingdoms and the Dragon King’s presence grow