Kengan Ashura Author Novels & Stories

She stood. Faced the open sky. And said: “Then let them see what it means to kneel.” The music of war had ended. The silence of power had begun. And over it all, one name remained. Amara Varela. Queen of Ash. Queen of Blood. Queen of Ruin.

I chuckled breathlessly, blinking back the emotion that prickled behind my eyes. “Now, I’d definitely puke on everyone.” She grinned, making it nearly impossible to remain nervous and fearful. “Would you mind if I borrowed our Luna?” Asher’s gravelly voice slid up my spine, wrapping around my neck as it filtered through my ears. I turned and tried not to lose my breath entirely. His usually messy hair was styled, paired perfectly with the button-down shirt and slacks he wore. The dark colored clothing made the unusual shade of gold in his eyes stand out, swirling and churning with the darkness in them.

Then he gave my limp leg a hard kick with his black cloth boot. When I didn't so much as twitch, he bent down, checked my breath, and went pale. Through gritted teeth, he called for a servant. "Roll him in a straw mat and dump him at the mass grave outside the west gate. Don't let anyone see." As they dragged me out, he muttered under his breath, "Just some unlucky kid nobody wanted anyway. Probably no one will come looking. Hope you get a better deal in your next life." A better deal. If only it worked that way.

FARKAS’ POV The moment the court finalised my divorce from Ashina, an eerie kind of emotions took over me. Relief. Excitement. Freedom. I stepped out of the grand tribal court, my hands clenched into fists, my heart racing. The burden that had weighed on me for so long had finally lifted, although I had lost everything and could not evn marry Esther instantly. I had no idea that Ashina was so strong as to stand in the tribal court to make sure that I had nothing left in my hands. Not only was she smart, but she took her revenge.

Nyxara POV The moment silver pierces Rowan Varkas, time fractures into something fragile and unbearable, because I have lived long enough to know exactly how easily creatures like him are erased. --- The sound of the gunshot arrives after the impact, as if reality itself hesitates before acknowledging what has already happened, and for a single suspended moment the world seems to narrow into the space between Rowan’s body and the silver that has just torn through it. I see the instant it connects.

“Writing lies. Stirring chaos. Making me your headline.” “I didn’t—” My words broke into a gasp when his fingers brushed higher, so close I thought I’d come undone on the spot. “Don’t lie to me,” he warned. When he drew back, I thought I’d beg without meaning to, but instead he reached behind the couch. A cane—slender, polished, gleaming under the city lights—appeared in his grip. He didn’t strike me. He only let it glide along the bare skin of my thigh, tracing dangerous lines, making every nerve ending scream in anticipation.

I need to do this more often; it relieves daily stress so well. Then Kiera purred in my head, “I know what else can relieve stress.” She showed me pictures of Andor naked, and we were having sex outside on the dirt. The large muscles of his body encircled me, as his member pushed in and out of me. I started sweating and decided to run away from him. “Kiera! I hope you will never do that again! Those two are horny men, and we are just sitting ducks out here." “We are the same halves of each other’s soul; I am only saying what you are already thinking. So don’t play innocent Ashina!”

Rayden said honestly. "The old man you met in your world," Sylvan continued, his two points of green light for eyes looking at Rayden with a deep gaze. "The eccentric man who gave you this ring and that strange payment card. He was no ordinary, lost cultivator." Sylvan paused, letting the weight of his next words sink in. "He was Grand Master Kenanga, the legendary leader of the Ashura Palace, who has been considered missing by all of Nebulon for nearly fifty years."

The runes pulsed like a heartbeat. The shadow paused just beyond the circle. It had no clear form, but hints of a muzzle and claws flickered in and out of existence, as if it couldn’t quite decide what it was. When it opened its mouth, no sound came out — only a ripple of cold that raised gooseflesh on everyone’s skin. Jude whispered, “What the hell…” Lyra’s eyes hardened. “It’s a Hound of Ash,” she said. “He makes them from the wolves who fight him.”

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