Grimgar Of Fantasy And Ash Novels & Stories

"You think I actually like you? My pack has worked hard for this engagement. You're just a piece of meat I have to eat to secure an alliance with the Grayfang pack. Why would I care whether I like you or not?" My eyes widen in shock. Asher has never spoken to me like this before. Is this his true personality? "'A piece of meat?'" I repeat mockingly. "Of course. You're just a woman—something I'm going to use for my pleasure and to give me as many children as I want. Your only purpose is to be fucked by me until I get tired of you." "You're going to pay for insulting me like that..." Trying to get rid of him once and for all, I grab his shoulders and push with all my strength.

Her breasts were mountains, her hips like a jumping buck, her white wolf fur and gray bear skins over leather armaments rustling like a warning sign. She lowered her hunting horn and smiled at me, rather sternly. "I have taught you much of Magick, have I not, little one?" she said, her damp wood colored hair and birch white skin shining under the midnight sun. "Jarngrimr of the Sorrows draws close. Right now, she is flying aback her father Wotan's gallows to the Northern Holds in Utgardr with her huldre court. She intends you to be her bride, as your mother once promised long ago in exchange for the Magick to summon the Stronghold that makes Arcadia impenetrable. You and Rosy and Yuri are be

My breath caught as the shard’s pulse merged with my own heartbeat, binding me tighter to the vision that unfolded. I stood on soil not of Dark Hollow, but of an older land where banners dripped in crimson firelight. Before me stretched a kingdom built on stone and blood, its high towers collapsing under waves of flame. Soldiers screamed as their armor melted, and at the center of the inferno stood a woman with my face—Ashara—her eyes molten gold, her hands drenched in fire and blood. I staggered back, heart hammering, yet the vision pulled me closer, commanding me to watch.

"I used to imagine all sorts of things. My mother used to tell me that I let my imagination run too wild." It's true, she did. But she never meant it in a hurtful way. A smile tugs at my lips. "I wanted a phoenix for awhile." Professor Starling raises an eyebrow. "Oh?" "But then I decided risking my bonded burning me alive wasn't worth it. Then I wanted a gryphon." "What changed?" she asks. I glance at the direwolves running with their bondeds. I wonder how it feels to have something, anything, that devoted to you. I can't help but feel envious, because I will never have that.

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 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."

Every heartbeat became a drum. He ran. The stronghold shifted. Walls bled. Doors breathed. The deeper he went, the more the stone felt alive. Victor had done more than reshape this place. He had fed it. And now, it was hungry. A shape lunged from the shadows—half-wolf, half-smoke, its face melted into a snarl. Asher ducked under the swipe and slammed his elbow into its ribcage, sending it skidding into a wall that screamed on impact. Another tore through the floor. Asher spun, claws unsheathed, teeth bared. He ripped its throat before it could make a sound. Black ichor splashed his face. Steam hissed where it touched his skin.

“The moment his wolf stirred, I felt the shift. The grove whispered his name.” Ashen lowered his gaze nervously. “I don’t understand anything that’s happening to me.” “You will,” Hamish replied. “Come.” He turned and stepped back inside the hut. I placed a hand on Ashen’s back to guide him forward. Inside, the hut smelled of herbs, smoke, and old magic. Strange carvings lined the walls—symbols older than the packs themselves. Ashen’s eyes roamed nervously as Hamish gestured for him to sit on a stone bench.

But she wasn’t exactly sure how. It started small. Flickering lights when she was angry. A crack spidering across the kitchen window when her mom screamed at her for not moving on already. Then there was the dream. It felt real. Too real. She was standing in a forest of ash trees. Everything was grey; the sky, ground, even the wind. Then she looked down and saw something glow on her skin. A mark. Twisting vines circling her arm, pulsing like it had a heartbeat of its own.

“Paumanhin sa pagtatanong, ngunit maaari ko bang malaman kung sino sino sila, at kung ano ang inyong mga sadya. “Gusto mo batukan kitang muli para maalala mo kami!” Mapang aping saad ni Tracy. “Ano? Gusto mo ba?” Mas lumapit pa ito sa lalaki. “Prinsipe Jarred Lindgren Knightwalker, ang pangalawang anak ni Emperador Vladimeer Paxton Knighwalker ay medyo kulang kulang pala, mahina mag isip, mahina din sa sandatahang labanan, at mahina pa kumilatis ng mga tao.” Salaysay ni Tracy habng umiikot ikot sa lalaking guwapo na naguguuhan na rin. “Paumanhin binibini--“