How To Use Wandering Noble Ashes Novels & Stories

Goes to show me not to judge a book by the cover. “Okay, so Vin, Nathan, and I will go up ahead. The rest of you, cover us,” Darius tells the group, and everyone nods and begins to shift to their wolves. I don't see anything as we approach the final tree marked by Viv and Daphne- just more trees. “Use the spray.” Ash passes me the solution loaded into water guns.

I had taken some stones to prepare the Wolfs bane flower and antidote, I was going to use this to escape with my son. I took the stone and began to grind the stem of the flower first, preparing the antidote for Asher and I. I had learned these from my mother. I was happy that these little things I'd picked up from her become so handy and helpful in situations like this. After minutes of grinding the stem to powder, I took little and inhaled it. I took another tiny powder and rubbed it all over Asher's nose, forcing him to inhale the antidote as well, to make sure the Wolfs bane wouldn't affect any of us.

Moonlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching across the marble floor. I knelt on the balcony, applying a special herbal balm to the skin beneath my ribs—to the scars left by silver weapons thirteen years ago. They still ached. The scars always ached under the full moon, a cruel reminder of a past I fought to forget. "You're still using that balm." I didn't turn around. Kaelen's footsteps were loud on the cold marble. "I thought you'd forgotten that pain," he said. The anger was gone from his voice, replaced by something I couldn't quite place.

The same chipped mug sitting on the kitchen counter that I swore I’d throw away but never did. My throat tightened. God, this was real. I was starting to realize it. “I really am here…” I whispered, like someone would hear me and come out. I kicked my shoes off my feet and onto the floor and walked further in, my steps hesitant, like I was afraid the ground might disappear beneath me. Everything was untouched, like it was frozen in time. I ran a hand through my hair, pacing now. “Okay. Think, Grace. Think.” I wanted something, something that wouldn't sound absurd, something that would make sense, to click.

I said, and she nodded. "I want to tell you that your magic, though different from what I know, is awesome, and it will be an honour to fight beside you," she said, and I nodded at her. "Will that be all?" I asked her because I wanted to leave and I didn't want her to touch me again, and she felt a bit awkward and handed me a small bag. "What is this?" I asked her. "Cutmas weed seed," she said. " It is the cure for Ash poisoning. I noticed a lot of the wolves have been poisoned and would have been corrupted if they lingered in that Ash. Please administer it quickly." She said, and I frowned at her.

Bo said quietly as he plucked several leaves from the white sage plant. Arkyn nodded quietly, his eyes glossing over as he mindlinked Njar. “Bring silver chains to my office.” Arkyn orders Njar through mindlink. “Silver chains coming up.” Njar answered back through mindlink. “Silver chains on the way.” Arkyn said to Bo, as his vision came back to normal. Bo nodded as he added the lavender and rosemary to the stone bowel. He began crushing the leaves and grinding them down. Bo then took the water from the jar and poured it into the large stone bowl.

"Your Primordial shadow can draw out the poison, but only my Warden magic can heal the bark." I pulled the crystal stopper from the vial. The pure liquid starlight inside rose into the air, hovering between us like a tiny, brilliant moon. Asher didn't hesitate. He placed his hand over mine, letting his dark blood mingle with my silver magic once again. Together, we pressed our joined hands directly against the Heart-Tree's trunk.

Someone who knew where Aaron was. She reached the ruins by midday. It was dilapidated. Crumbling spires and broken arches with snow clinging to old bones of stone. No one waited. She stepped inside the shell of the nave. Her foot crunched on something brittle. Ash. It was not just any kind of ash. It was the special kind of ash Scarlet uses for wards, and the floor was coated in it. Her breath caught in her throat. Then- A voice, “You’re here.”

I had no answer. She let me go. Her gaze shifted to the urn in my arms. "You won't take this when it's offered? Then I am taking it from you. "You will not see your father's ashes again." She reached. The blood in my arms went cold. The control I had been holding cracked. "Please… please don't. It wasn't me. I'll do anything, anything you want. Just don't." I was about to fall to my knees again. I would have. The pride and dignity I'd had walking in here had been gone for hours.

My breathing tightened slightly, but my expression didn’t change. "Done looking?" Detective Taylor asked. "Yeah." I stood up and dusted off my hands. "Let’s go." He gave me a suspicious look. "What exactly are you trying to do?" I didn’t answer. I only said, "Can we go somewhere else?" "Where?" "Ellie Wilson’s house." The car stopped at the entrance of Blackridge Hollow. We walked the rest of the way along a muddy path. Ahead of us stood a low, run-down house. The walls were peeling. Junk was piled in the yard. A skinny mutt barked wildly at us.