King Of Ashes Novels & Stories

The first thing I saw when I looked through the window was the city that had taken everything from me. New York. My fingers tightened around the armrest as our private jet descended through the clouds, bringing the familiar skyline into view. The buildings stood tall beneath the dark morning sky, their lights shining through the fading darkness, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. I had spent ten years imagining this moment, picturing what I would feel when I finally returned to the place where my life had fallen apart, but none of those imagined moments had prepared me for the strange ache spreading through my chest.

Once he was done, Asher sighed deeply, feeling an excitement boil in his chest, as he couldn't wait to welcome his son home. Asher's eyes looked out the nursery's window. The sun had begun setting in the west, and in the east, the full, grey moon began rising above the clouds. Standing at the second story of his mansion, Asher could see over the pine trees of the forest that bordered the east end of his pack grounds. He approached the window and looked out onto the world before him. Birds could be heard singing their last tunes for the day. Asher looked down on the village area below him. The children were being called in by their mothers as the evening began settling its dark shade in the s

They had been ready to make their move the second he did. But now, Asher, who had been detained for several days, looked cheerful, almost as if he had become Andrew's biggest supporter. Asher was the third strongest figure in the Cavendish royal family, a heavyweight in every sense. The whole room did not know what to make of it. Had the man lost his backbone entirely?

My first assumption is better I guess" He winked before turning to walk back to the door. I scoff, but frowned instantly feeling myself being pulled with him.I look down at his hand that is clutching the hem of my blazer. "What the hell are you doing? Stop dragging me" I retorted. We stopped at the porch where the old man still sat. "Thank you, Asher.Though, you could've told me about your leg cramps" Drax says to the man, kneeling before him to engulf him in a hug. "I wanted to see you, son.How have you been?"

And without her, he was lost. “Then we’ll be monsters together,” she whispered. His lips crashed against hers with a ferocity that was half-love, half-fury, their bodies colliding in a storm that was more war than tenderness. Every kiss was a battle, every touch a surrender, every gasp a reminder that their passion was as dangerous as any blade. By the time dawn bled into the sky, neither of them had slept. They were still kings and queens of a kingdom built on blood. But now, there was a shadow rising—an enemy who called themselves Ashes. And if Viktor didn’t destroy them, this new force surely would.

“What is this place?” Ashen didn’t answer at first. Then finally: “The Graveyard of Almosts.” Unwritten kings, Half-formed gods, Screaming lovers with no names, They drifted around the pair like spirits tethered to regret. Some reached for Kael. A woman with no eyes but a crown of fingers whispered, “I could have been your wife in another chapter…” He flinched away, Ashen slashed one specter down a forgotten villain who bled ellipses instead of blood.

He stands behind me, arms crossed, a shadow refusing to be drawn in. The old rogue begins to speak. “She came in the season between the moons. The one with no name. The one where wolves forgot their howls. She wore no crown. No mate-mark. No Alpha’s scent.” The hum continues beneath her voice, like breath rising from old earth. “She walked alone into the Bone Lands, where no pack claimed the soil. Her hands bled spiral. Her eyes burned red. Her name was ash. Her tether already severed.” A shiver ripples through the pack. No one looks at me.

Voice like iron. “The kingdom isn’t falling. We’re purging it.” And when I looked at Asher—just for a breath—his eyes met mine with something raw. Something proud.

My breath caught as the shard’s pulse merged with my own heartbeat, binding me tighter to the vision that unfolded. I stood on soil not of Dark Hollow, but of an older land where banners dripped in crimson firelight. Before me stretched a kingdom built on stone and blood, its high towers collapsing under waves of flame. Soldiers screamed as their armor melted, and at the center of the inferno stood a woman with my face—Ashara—her eyes molten gold, her hands drenched in fire and blood. I staggered back, heart hammering, yet the vision pulled me closer, commanding me to watch.

“RUN.” And we did.Through the snow.Through the darkness.Through the chilling truth of what I was becoming. The whole time, I felt the presence following us. Not the herald.Not my mother’s echo.But something older.Something colder.Something wearing a crown of frost. The Frostbound King had awakened.