King Of Ashes Novels & Stories

Power and them. “They don’t love you, Ash.” My voice cracks with pain as I speak and my tears leak out freely. “They only want what you can give them, they don’t see you the way I do. The way I always will. I don’t want to lose you, My King.” Ashryn shakes his head lightly and light leaks out of his hand as he clenches them. The light moves like something liquid. Thick, golden, resplendent. I barely pull in my next breath before a vision takes hold of me and a soft gasp leaves my mouth.

And the name of the child of the King of Darkness and Princess Celestine was ASH ZACHARY LOCKWOOD. So Ash is the King of Darkness. That explains why Tenebris wanted me dead. Ash wanted to disappear in the first place, so if he is the King of Darkness, then surely the Tenebris, who are his henchmen, are already chasing me.

After I'm done relaying all the events, he speaks. "I see," he sits up. "The question to your answer, Haven, is no." "W-what? What do you mean 'no?'" "Your father, Ash, is not dead. He is still alive." "B-but..how can that be?" I say in a small shocked whisper. "Lycan King Ash was ambushed and betrayed by his friends exactly as it is in your vision and.." He opens his drawer and pulls out a book, it's yellowish-gold cover colour looking a bit weared off. "In this book."

The Empire's Ashes The wind, a continual reminder of the fall of the empire, murmured through the ruins. With her leather-clad fingers digging amid the ruins of a once-immensity palace, Zara knelt down. In the early morning light, the tall, hollow and cracked marble columns loomed above her, creating long, skeletal shadows. The smell of smoke, of something long burned and forgotten, filled the air. Even though she had been scrounging here for days, the scene remained the same: rusted weaponry, shattered statues, and the remains of a grandeur that had long since lost its significance.

she tried to remind him. Edward looked at Asher who was now charging at him with a murderous look in his eyes. “One soul, to save hundreds. This is the decision a king has to make. I’m sorry son, I tried,” he whispered before his eyes turned fiery blue and Asher stopped in his attack and screamed in pain.

Lady Asher's eyes met King Ares', a fleeting moment of connection before he turned to the child, his focus solely on the heir, the future king. As the night wore on, King Ares' attention remained fixed on the infant. Lady Asher's strength began to wane, her body exhausted from the ordeal. But the king's energy only grew as he beheld his son, the future of the South Pack. Little did Lady Asher know, this moment marked the beginning of her descent into darkness and neglect. The seeds of revenge were sown in the shadows of the southern palace, where love and power entwined like serpents.

Five pulses answered the question before any mouth could. Ashar looked at his hands as flame curled around his palms without burning him. “I am Ashar of Veydrin,” he said, but the name carried more weight than before. The air behind him shimmered with images of a civilization made of fire, stone, blood oath, and sanctuary towers built into mountains. Then those towers fell in silence, and the last flame entered him like a crown returning to its owner. “God of preservation,” he said, as if confessing to a crime.

“King Asher will not take kindly to delays.” King Asher. The ruthless Lycan King. The room spun. I wasn’t Aya Johnson anymore. I was Marie-Anne Rose Crown. And, the ruthless Lycan King, one the whole wolf world had heard about, one that had a history of ending 50 Alphas and wiping off 30 wolf packs, was my fiancé.

" it won’t change how I feel...I’m in love with her, I’ll die for her if I have to.” His eyes narrowed. For a moment, I thought he might pull his gun and end it right there. But instead, he turned his back. “Go prepare for the mission,” he said coldly. “If you don’t come back... then maybe this problem solves itself.” And with that, he walked out, leaving me in the silent ruins of everything I thought I could control. The only reason Aslan hasn't banished me yet was because I'm his only successor, no one else can take the crown except me.

he demands, his voice sharp. The guard nods quickly. “Yes, sir. The revolutionaries fled after the King was hit. The grounds are secure. We’ve locked down all access points.” Asher mutters a curse and drags a rough hand through his hair. It’s not the graceful sweep he usually does when he’s thinking. This is frustrated. Panicked. Almost violent. His fingers curl at the back of his neck, and then he grabs his shirt from where he tossed it aside earlier. He doesn’t look at me, not right away. But I see it. The tight set of his jaw. The way his chest rises just a little too fast. It hits me then, he may hate the King. But hate doesn’t cancel love. Not when it’s family.