How To Use Wandering Noble Ashes Novels & Stories

I whispered, a cold, elegant smile spreading across my lips. ‎ ‎I raised my right hand toward the sky, opening my palm to show the silver star-shaped scar of the Blood Oath. I didn't reach into my own chest for the light; I reached directly into the mountain beneath my feet, pulling on the thousands of vials of Ashford Essence we had unlocked in the vault below. ‎ ‎The ground didn't shake—it ignited. ‎

Then she said, "I bought them for Tommy, but he doesn't like them, so I threw the rest away at the hospital. I only had these two left in my pocket. Give them to Cyrus. No point wasting them." In an instant, that faint warmth turned colder than before. I did not look at her again as I shut the courtyard gate in her face. … On the second day, I went to the crematorium alone and saw my son off on his final journey.

Lira's POV I looked at him, waiting for him to speak again, but he stayed quiet. “You said you came here for a cure for spinal injuries?” he asked, tilting his head. “What truth were you talking about?” I asked. “You are avoiding my question.” I watched as his body slowly went stiff again, just like it was before I touched him. “I only have a few seconds,” he said. “There are flowers that grow at the edge of a lake in the northern part of the Ashen lands. They are red. Find them and take them.”

Lira (POV) The air in the cleansing room isn’t just thick—it’s choking. The stench of incense coils through my nostrils like burning hair and spoiled meat. They’ve burned the same mix every time—wolfsbane ash, marrow dust, grave lilies. It doesn’t just linger. It infests. I can feel it creeping under my skin, nesting in the hollow behind my ribs. A curse-wearing perfume.

He pursed his lips, and cursed under his breath, before closing the warrior's eyes. "Take him away. Ensure he gets a proper burial." Asher ordered, and the guards bowed, picking up the corpse, and carrying him away. "The blade." Asher demanded, and Joshua handed it to him. The slim and sharp surface was covered in drying blood, and the trace of wolfsbane was evident, as the blood took on a greenish, rotting tint. Nonetheless, the hilt is what truly caught the Alpha's attention. It was made of a clear crystal, with only a thin aluminum wire wrapping around it, creating an intricate design. The tip of the hilt itself held a red seal that resembled a bat's wing crossing a full moon.

Alyana collected the ashes. “What are you going to do with them?” I asked her. “Here” she gave it to me. “What will I do with these?” I frowned at her. “You will visit six lakes of the four corners the werewolf packs and discard a little bit of ashes in every Lake. This way Ivana’s ashes can never come together” “What happens if it comes together?” Ezekiel asked. “There are chances she might return in someone else’s body One part you should blow it in the air so that even if she tries, she can never return back” I gave her a nod understanding the severity of the situation.

I finished pouring the salt as the flames on the candles began to rise a little. "Take this lavender and drop it in the goblet whilst chanting the words on this paper three times.After that pour the your blood on to the map.Mean those words and own them."Shawn said handing me a lavender . I grabbed the plant and nodded my head as I looked down at the map on a table "mate to mate I call on your name.Hear my voice and follow it now.Find me far or near I am yours.Follow the voice of your half and it will lead you home not so far."I poured my blood onto the map right after dropping the plant into the goblet.The candles suddenly burned brighter as we watched the blood trace our location linking i

Just then, a small head peeked through the suffocating smoke. “Madam, do you need any help?” someone asked timidly. I forced my eyes open and saw a young boy who was about the same age as my son. He was covered in ash and dirt, but his eyes shone brightly through the smoke. He was so small in size, yet he managed to muster the strength to help me up. Then, together, we slowly made our way outside. The path to the outside was incredibly challenging, and I felt like giving up several times.

Ash nodded and stepped aside, although I could feel his and Calvel's eyes on me as I entered Charon's cell. The bastard looked at me with his cold, gray eyes, and I could hear the muffled by the gag snarl. I sucked in a deep breath and fixed my eyes on his carotid artery. I reached for the small pouch I had in my pocket. Then I opened the pouch and dipped the blade in it. When I took the blade out, it was covered with a thin dust of silver and sacred tree ash.

And yet instead of being comforted, coldness crept up and down her body. She shook her head and opened the paper bag. Her hand raised a black bonnet, in which she placed on her head until only a pair of cold blue eyes gleamed under the moon. She picked a lighter out from her pocket and lit the the paper bag on fire. A plastic scent filled her nose, but it was quickly replaced by the smell of smoke and the scattered ashes. She blew on the lighter, and the flame went out, then she looked back up to the sky and glared.