King Of Ashes Novels & Stories

The trembling of her body gradually stopped as her hands gathered into fists, seemingly suppressing the surging waves of negative emotions that could fully taint her soul with all the darkness in the land. “The Royal Ark clan, King Regor, Crown Prince Rogeus, Princess Regina and…elder brother…” Asha’s murmured to herself as she took one last look at the temple before taking her steps down the mountain. The closer she approached the ruined buildings of the Blood Wolves clan, the heavier her body feels.

She’d come to see the bastard in the ground for herself. Dorian Ashford’s coffin sat there, slick and shiny, all polished mahogany that hollered wealth even as it sank toward the dirt. The priest mumbled some nonsense about peace everlasting, his voice half-drowned by the storm, but Sienna didn’t hear a word. Her eyes were glued to that box, her jaw locked tight. Twenty-seven years of bile churned inside her. He’d left her mom to waste away in a rusted trailer, coughing up her last breaths, while he piled up his shipping billions—money built on the wreckage of the only person who’d ever given a damn about him.

His focus went back to what he held in his hands and that stirred up some questions in my head that I had to ask. He spoke calmly and that reduced the tension in the room. “Are you some type of a genie?” “It’s not a kettle, it's an urn.” “Do you live there?” “I just said I'm a wolf shifter, young girl?” He always has this 5-7 seconds of uncomfortable pause before he speaks, like he tries to formulate words in his head. “My ashes were kept there.” His throat worked Your ash? Please, Emmett, make everything you're saying make sense and be more realistic

“What did you just say?” “He said the King wants Kael dead,” Logan repeated. “That everything’s been building toward that.” Ashley’s hands trembled slightly. “Why him?” Logan hesitated. His next words came out quieter, heavier. “Because of you.” Ashley’s eyes widened. “Me?” He nodded slowly. “Edrin said it’s all about you… That the King wants to settle an old score one that started long before any of us realized.” Ashley shook her head in disbelief. “That doesn’t make sense. I don’t even care about him..”

Blood sprayed as he ripped his chest open, clawing until he ripped out the beating heart. Raban’s body hit the earth with a heavy thud, shifting back into human form. Lifeless. Elder Asher tried to flee. But the King was faster. He caught him by the back, claws slicing through flesh, tearing him into pieces until nothing but blood and bone stained the ground. The King’s fur dripped red. His claws were painted with blood. His eyes glowed with madness. Then he smelt something. Mecah. Though invisible, her scent betrayed her.

Dawn came softly, wrapped in mist. The storm had passed, leaving the world pale and still. The air smelled of wet stone and ash. High in the foothills beyond Valoria, the ruins of the old monastery stood like the bones of a forgotten god, its towers cracked, its gardens drowned in ivy. Seraphina stood at the courtyard’s edge, watching the sunrise bleed through the fog. The light caught her hair and turned it almost white. Her reflection shimmered faintly in the puddles left by the rain.

Ash’s POV The roar of the clubhouse hit me before I even turned off my engine. Laughter, shouts and the sound of bottles clinking rent the air and for a moment, I wonder how they could easily fall back into their normal lives less than twelve hours after an attack. It was chaos the way I remembered it, but somehow louder and more… non challant. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and sweat. A few brothers cheered when they saw me, others nodded, their eyes sharp, reading me like they weren’t sure what version of Ash had come back.

Silver energy burst through the forest destroying the restraints completely while power slammed through the trees like a shockwave. The hunters stumbled backward immediately. Too slow. I grabbed the nearest one first and drove my fist directly through his chest. Blood sprayed across the forest floor. The hunter stared down at the hole through his body almost calmly. Still smiling. Goddess these people were insane. “You’re already too late,” he whispered weakly. Then his body started turning to ash. No. Absolutely not. I grabbed him harder immediately. “Who are you?” Ash spread faster. “The storm king rises again…”

"You want a story about a King sacrificing his kingdom for love. I'm not interested in giving you that story, because it's not actually about love at all — it's about you controlling both of us through fear, and I refuse to let fear be the thing that decides what happens next." "Then I'll simply kill him," Ashen said, something cold and final entering her voice, gesturing sharply toward the soldiers holding Kade. "If you do," I said, forcing every ounce of certainty I possessed into the words, "you'll discover exactly what happens when you take something from me instead of trying to leverage it. You'll discover I'm considerably more dangerous with nothing left to lose than I ever was as some

I growled, and the wolf inside me stirred, a flash of heat radiating from my core before the silver chains burned it back down. Kieran's grin widened, sensing the flicker of power. "Oh, but you are. You see, my dear Ashina this was never just about you. It's about him. Your dear, cursed King Draven." He stood up pacing in front of me. "Do you think I want to rule a frozen wasteland while he sits comfortably on his throne? No. I need him out of his territory. I need him vulnerable and you..." He stopped, turning to face me with a predatory gleam. "You are the perfect bait."