Grimgar Of Fantasy And Ash Novels & Stories

**"I’m the new roommate." The guy smirked, unfazed, and took another swig from his beer. **"Welcome to the jungle, man nice to meet you* Ryan didn’t bother responding. Instead, he scanned the messy dorm, noting the disorder. Clothes were thrown carelessly over chairs, the floor was covered with discarded food wrappers, and the faint smell of marijuana was in the air,he suspected they just finished smoking. The walls were covered in band posters and crude graffiti, and the coffee table in the middle of the room was cluttered with ashtrays, cigarette packs, and crushed beer cans.

On that face identical to mine, there was a chilling smile. "After I went with that piece-of-trash father of ours, do you know what kind of life I lived?" His fingers trembled as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a chest covered in grotesque scars. "That woman he married… she found new ways to torture me every day. Cigarette burns, belts… even boiling water—" My mother let out a heart-wrenching scream and collapsed from her seat. The judge’s gavel froze midair. Even the bailiffs stood stunned.

“Warriors, I hope we haven’t been lagging off in my absence?” “No, Alpha,” everyone said in unison, a symphony of heavy masculine voices. “We will see,” Asher said. “Graham, Reed…anything we need to worry about?” I wasn’t sure, but I noticed his eyes narrow at the leader of the warrior for a second. “No Alpha,” Graham shook his head. He was a hefty guy with slick blonde hair, tattoos and piercings and gave off really evil vibes. “Just a few rogues here and there. Nothing out of the ordinary,” he added.

she told the men. Gandr looked up and saw a fissure forming about Asha and the gnome's head. He could not resist the urge to put one of his former tormentors in their place. "You will not hurt her," he mocked. "But that will certainly hurt you at least a little. After all, that is not normal stone." He pointed up. As the gnome looked, Gandr screamed, "Now!" Asha shrunk to a prick of light and disappeared while Gandr stomped on the ground with a thunderous pounding. The fissure grew and the glowstone began to pour to the ground in increasingly larger chunks. The enemy gnome was pummeled with the cave-in.

Asher mind-linked Annatoria even when she was beside him. Asher had become so obsessed with her that even when she was beside him, he felt like he was missing her and needed more of her. “We’ll use Gremory. We know Manga is such a dirty beast who'd do anything for power and revenge" Annatoria responded but soon stopped when she caught Asher staring so hard at her. “While Gremory seems to be a cunning creature. He's the perfect fit” Asher completed it, smiling at her. “Stop it, Asher" Annatoria playfully responded, rolling her eyes.

I'm going to save him though. Larminiel and Grandpa Stoic made their way to us now. They had gotten by the fire faster than Ash had thought. We all took turns trying to knock Ash down. Grandpa stoic finally knocked him down. Larminiel used his magic to hold him down. Both grandpa's were holding Ash's arms down for extra measure. I jumped on him, placing the crystal back on his chest.

Her hands trembled slightly, the strain of sensing the corrupted magic overwhelming. Suddenly, a guttural roar shattered the silence, echoing through the ravine. Ashton drew his sword in one fluid motion, signaling the trackers to spread out defensively. From the shadows emerged a creature, massive and grotesque—a warped beast of twisted fur and burning red eyes, its limbs jagged with bone-like spikes. Its maw dripped with black ichor, a corrupted wolf spawn tainted by Malrik's dark magic. "Get back!" Ashton shouted, stepping in front of Ava as the beast lunged.

"There's a huge war ahead of us. Not against any pack, but against creatures that prey on werewolves." Her eyes widen. "The Ashwalkers?" she asks, and I nod. Looks like she's heard of them. Ashwalkers are dead creatures with burnt flesh and hollow eyes. There's a myth that they are dead rogues who come back to life. No one knows what kind of magic caused their creation. But when they attack in a group, they can take down an entire pack.

Darkness swept in like a storm. I stood at the edge of a battlefield—charred earth beneath my feet, thick smoke curling into a sky cracked with thunder. Bodies littered the ground. Wolves. Lycans. Humans. Their eyes stared blankly at the heavens. In the center, rising from a mountain of ash, stood Griffin. A crown of burning gold hovered above his head, and in his hand… the orb. Only it wasn’t glowing with the soft, sacred light I had come to know. It was bleeding.