Grimgar Of Fantasy And Ash Light Novel 소설 & 이야기

Please goddess, this was the last thing I needed. But of course, that crooked grin slipped back into place. Ryker huffed out a strained laugh, crossing his arms over his chest. Ryker’s grin disappeared completely and something dark flashed behind his eyes. When he finally laughed, it was strained, bitter. “Is that so?” His gaze drifted toward me. My pulse stuttered. “Tell that to the countless nights we’ve spent together while you two were off chasing witches and picking fights in bars.” My stomach lurched so violently I thought I might be sick. Ash’s posture went rigid, then slowly, he turned his gaze to back to me. The look in his eyes made me pray to the moon goddess for the ground beneat

"But not the corruption we expected. Not demonic. Not entirely." She moved her hands closer, and the ash responded to her light by darkening, by thickening, by forming tendrils that reached toward her palms with the particular hunger of something that recognized its opposite and wanted to consume it, to absorb it, to make the light part of its own darkness until no distinction remained.

Her pocket sagged with the vial’s weight, that damn glass nagging her, and Ezra’s laugh still rang in her head—his smug ass waving the key like a prize. “Grab something!” Roman shouted, voice torn over the rush, his other hand scrabbling at the wall’s edge, now just a crumbled lip of concrete. The water was winning, surging up her ribs, tugging at her soaked jacket. She gagged on it, tasting mud and salt, her arm screaming where the knife had cut—blood swirling red in the dark churn.

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."

But the problem is, my mind and my mouth never seem to agree. "I know you're Valtor" I announce. Asher rolls his eyes "yeah-" I don't let him finish "I know about The Book of Sacrimboniamat, and you being a Necrif, and the Eron, and Eribiss." I say confidently. Asher's eyes widen, I can tell he's getting worried, satisfied I continue

Then, they transformed. Two massive wolves snarled and lunged, brawling in the ashes. Ash and soot clouded the air as the wolves clashed, fangs bared, fury unleashed. They didn’t stop until they were completely spent. Finally, they collapsed apart, panting, scorched and scraped. Jones slumped down, face ashen, despair written in every line on his face.

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.

For me. The magic inside me shattered through the restraints like wildfire. The air ignited with violet light, my eyes burning red, my voice unrecognizable. I stood. And I ran. The chamber doors flung open as I burst through, stumbling down stone corridors that pulsed with old spells and blood-soaked secrets. I followed the sounds. The growls. The clash of claws and power. And then I saw them. Ash was on his knees, clutching his side, blood pouring from his ribs.

Just then, a small head peeked through the suffocating smoke. “Madam, do you need any help?” someone asked timidly. I forced my eyes open and saw a young boy who was about the same age as my son. He was covered in ash and dirt, but his eyes shone brightly through the smoke. He was so small in size, yet he managed to muster the strength to help me up. Then, together, we slowly made our way outside. The path to the outside was incredibly challenging, and I felt like giving up several times.

“Whatever you’re trying to summon, Ash, it ends here.” Ash raised a hand, his grin widening. “You think you can stop me? I’ve already won. You’re just too blind to see it.” With a snap of his fingers, the altar’s light intensified, and a rift began to form above it. Dark energy swirled, twisting and expanding as if tearing through the fabric of reality itself. Annabel darted toward Ash, her blade aimed for his chest, but he was faster than she’d anticipated. With a flick of his wrist, she was thrown backward, slamming into one of the stone pillars.