How Many Chapters In Kingdom Of Ash Mga Nobela at Kwento

The plan was to have it till 60 chapters and yet because of my characters moving on their own will, we arrived with 123 chapters. From November 11, 2020 till April 28, 2021. I write 123 chapters with a total of 203131 words. I wrote it with plans of letting people understand that we all have to be mindful of our worth, that we should treasure yourself and never let anyone tell us we are not worthy. Allana is like ¼ of who I am, she is a fragment of my imagination, and there is not a time that I wished I was her, to be loved by someone like Augustine Kings.

"Right now, I'm the queen here." Ashley lowered her head and deliberately dragged her soft lips across my throat, biting teasingly at my chest. Her fingers trailed slowly down along the cut of my abs, edging closer and closer to my already fully-hard cock — yet never quite making contact, only grazing her fingertips along the inside of my thigh, toying with me until every muscle pulled taut. The vein at my temple began to throb, my breathing growing heavier by the second.

"Everything that Celestia and the Alliance have told you about this war and why it's happening is a lie." I narrowed my eyes on him, but he just took a breath before looking me square in the eye and continuing. "You saw the people in there. You saw how it's driving them mad, and forcing them to shift into their alter forms. The Beastial Kingdom didn't start this war; Celestia did. They corrupted our king on the day they were supposed to sign a peace treaty. They did something to him that forced his dragon to the surface in a blind rage, instantly voiding the treaty between kingdoms, and therefore restarting the war that we were trying to end. That king came back to the Beastial kingdom after

“I see a coward I would have praised and promoted because for a minute, I was proud of your words!” And then, I walked towards the throne above where they sat with a sly smile tugged at my lips once I heard him release a shaky breath. I sat, gaze searching for theirs as they blinked trying not to hold mine. I felt my veins tingle, indeed, I had my authority. Hold up your gaze with me and die. “If an Alpha fails to protect his mate, a weaker creature even. Why does he head a kingdom?” The guy's voice played in my head again, I snapped my focus towards him,

“His mother, Luna Victoria, lost her pack before she gave birth to Asher. But she had a brother who hated this kingdom for their fall. He left this realm and built his own kingdom of werewolves, taking Alpha Asher with him when he was just ten. Alpha Asher is actually the Prince and the rightful King of that kingdom.” Silas couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Wait, hold on a second,” he stammered, trying to process everything. “So, Alpha Asher only took the throne in order to kill the Blood Petal and tricked his father?” His grip on the papers tightened. “But now that Asher isn’t after the Blood Petal, Charles is back to being the Alpha King!” His eyes darkened as realization hit. He tore

“We will not let the crown control us any longer. This is the beginning of the end.” With that, she raised her sword high, the symbol of the Frostkin’s power and heritage. The army surged forward, a tidal wave of fury and resolve. The battle for the kingdom had begun, and Asha was ready to lead them to victory—no matter the cost. --- The clash with the royal forces came swiftly. Asha’s forces, though outnumbered, were fierce, driven by the knowledge that they were fighting for their survival, their future. The royal army met them with the full force of their might, but Asha’s heart was steady, her mind sharp. She was no longer the hunted. She was the hunter.

I nod, tugging my coat tighter around me as the wind bites at my cheeks. “Do you see these ruins?” Asher gestures to the crumbling stones scattered around us. “There are more throughout the pack. This was once a great kingdom, the ruler of all packs. Where the Blood Moon Castle stands now, another ruler reigned long ago.” He speaks as if recounting a memory, his voice heavy with meaning. I listen intently, my father’s stories of fierce kingdoms and fallen empires surfacing in my mind. The stories he is talking about are from centries ago, so long ago in fact there is no proof they were every real nothing but a myth.