K Seri Awashima Novels & Stories

The training field grass was green and vibrant is now covered with blood and bodies of rebels. “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?” Orion spat venomously at Seris. “I am Seris, the wolfless.” Seris said as she sends him flying with a powerful kick. “Young Beta, you good?” Seris asked as she walked to the young Beta, who stared at her as if he were trying to decipher her thoughts. “Why didn't your team come earlier, I felt their presence when the traitor almost sent my head flying.”

She slept in ruins where Dustborn blood still stained the earth. She passed abandoned cities where wolves once reigned and children played in firelight. And finally, she found the Ashwake’s army. Or what passed for one. They weren’t soldiers. They were survivors. Wolves. Witches. Broken-bloods. Bannerless warriors gathered around a flame they didn’t understand but dared to follow. And at their center, Seren. She saw her first from the cliffs above Emberfall camp. The girl stood with her back to the rising sun, hair tangled, skin marked by the twin scars: the crescent and the crown.

Nial's hand held mine in a firm grip and Nadei reached his hand out for a handshake towards Arsen. Getting up I realized how tall Arsen's 6'2ft frame was compared to the trio's 6'7 frames towering over him by a few inches. Like I said before, freaking giants. Arsen hesitantly shook Nadei's hand and I notice his eyes widening when Nadei enclosed his huge hand around Arsen's more firmly yet harshly making him wince. Pulling his hand from Arsen's, Nadei wiped his hand on his black coat rudely and I almost laughed at the offended look on the other male's face.