Novel & Cerita How To Use Wandering Noble Ashes

Rylan asked uncertainty flickered in his eyes. “Everything we desperately need.” I counted the items on my fingers. “Medicinal herbs first: yarrow for bleeding, comfrey for wounds, shadow hazel if you can find it, clean water from the hidden spring north of the creek, any game you can take without noise—anything small and quiet finally salvage metal from the old smithy ruins, sturdy timber, rope, anything usable.

Zerdan advised my dad to use Mountain Ash berries and Wolfsbane-infused silver bullets or ammunitions. *That simple?* He sounds bored. And it annoys the heck out of me. *No. You have to shoot them in the head area. Shooting them in any other parts of the body will only weaken them, not kill them.* *Kinda know that, duh. We only have white ash and green ash trees here. Where do we get Mountain Ash? I’d have my guys research about it but clearly, you already know where.*

“But maybe one day you’ll know we never stopped trying.” --- Far away, in a crumbling church deep in the woods, Aiden slammed his fist into the altar. Stone cracked beneath his knuckles. Dust rose like smoke. “Burn it all,” he breathed. “Let them choke on the ashes.” And in the shadows, one of his new wolves stepped forward—eyes glowing faint amber, waiting for the command. **** Pov: Asher. It was nearly midnight when Asher found himself walking through the quiet trees just beyond the mansion grounds. The moon was full—bright enough to cast silver across the stone path that wound toward the hill where his father used to sit and watch the forest breathe.

Cold, pine-sweet air poured in, tugging the curtains like spirits with anxious hands. I dropped to my knees beside the door, yanking open the outside pocket of my bag. Inside was a tiny glass vial marked with silver runes. I popped the cork with my teeth and poured the fine, white salt in a half-circle, starting from the right side of the frame, arcing across the threshold, and ending on the left. My hand was steady, but my pulse was wild. Next came the spirit ash—collected from sacred oak burned under a blood moon. The fine black dust smelled faintly of clove and lightning. I sprinkled it carefully over the salt line, chanting under my breath in the old tongue.

“It’s moonwater, sage, ashroot, powdered silver leaf—all from my garden. A concoction that has been used by wolves for decades to unlock, as I mentioned, latent abilities. It will weaken the walls between your blood and hers—so you can glimpse her memories, her flame.” Time seemed to slow, and I retracted into myself, introspective. My wolf quirked her head, anxious about my sudden hesitation. “I… didn’t know I would have to ingest something,” I admitted quietly. “I wanted to do it all on my own.” I paused, not brave enough to look Amaris in the eye. “With your guidance, I want to discover myself by myself. Does that make sense?”

Once they were set up, I took a seat on the couch beside Nigel as Ash knelt in front of the table, placing his hands on either side of the bowl that was now filled with water. "Now, Mason, I need you to touch the bowl and imagine who you are looking for." Ash commanded, meeting my gaze. "Make sure that you focus only on Danica, got it?" "Got it." I huffed. Sucking in a breath, I did as instructed and then let an image of my beautiful mate flash in my mind. As I did so, Ash lit a purple candle and started chanting something in a language I didn’t understand. "You’re distracting me with that chatter." I muttered, as his words drifted in and out.

Late morning sun filtered through the tree canopy lining the quiet street near the art center. Eve walked at an easy pace, tote bag over one shoulder, fresh sketch pads and a small set of watercolors packed inside for the next children's class. Jasmine drifted from someone's garden, mixed with the smell of rain drying off warm pavement. It was a route she'd walked dozens of times since coming home — familiar enough to feel safe, open enough that she could still stay alert without it costing her any peace.

If I let it remain in Darius, it will poison him slowly and reach for the boy anyway. So that leaves one path. Me. I laugh under my breath, but it sounds tired. “Of course,” I mutter. “Of course it does. It started with me, it should also end with me.” I stand and begin making a list in my head. Herbs. Stones. Binding chalk. I will need wolfbane ash, but controlled, purified. I will need silver dust, but fine, not sharp. I will need my own blood to seal the final containment.

He had been stripped of his humanity, conditioned to serve the empire, but even now, beneath the layers of stone and blood, Nia could see the faintest cracks. She stirred the brew, watching the steam rise, hoping it would soothe his body as it had in the past. She had learned the composition of the mixture by heart: frost lotus, sea salt, and a touch of lavender to calm the nerves. But tonight, she added something different—a small amount of silver sage, a herb known for its clarity-inducing properties. It wasn’t part of the usual remedy, but Nia needed answers. She needed to understand if the man before her was the Ash she remembered, or if he had become something beyond redemption.

Steel flashed in the dim light. Guards shifted right in the middle of their leap. Their wolves burst out in sprays of fur and bone. The whole battle turned chaotic. Wolves tore through shadows that dissolved into smoke. Then those shadows reformed over and over. Selene slid off her horse. Her heart pounded hard. She reached for her pouch without thinking. Inside waited a vial of powdered wolfsbane mixed with ash. It was her grandmother's charm. She scattered the stuff into the wind. She whispered a soundless plea. The dust glowed a little. The shades pulled back from it.