King Of Ashes Novels & Stories

I probably just sign my death certifacte. Anticapation has sweat beading on my forhead. My lungs burn from holding my breath for to long. To afraid to move, when the feeling of rough fingers wrapping around my throat forces me to lift my head.My lungs cant take any more and i exhale. My eyes are still closed to afaird to look death in the eyes"look at me little mouse" he says His voice has me pushing my thighs together to stop the the rush of tingles running through them. The sound smooth like velvet, drawing me in "God What is wrong with me" i think I force my eyes open and look at him. His saphire blue eyes are the first thing i see. A think scar runs aross the side of his right eye .Stra

“Let’s see how royal you look in the morning. I bet you will be in the highlights of every news channel by tomorrow,” ****************** Asher was already out the door. His playful persona was shattered completely. His eyes burned with something ancient and lethal. His eyes changed color and his wolf side was ready to snap at anytime. He didn’t bother grabbing the mask. He didn’t bother calling Draven’s office. Because right now— There was no Asher. There was no Draven. There was only a King whose mate had just been hunted. And someone was about to learn what that meant.

“You’re too late, Varek. The Frostkin are rising, and the crown’s reign is over.” Varek’s eyes narrowed as he took a step forward, his own sword drawn. “The Frostkin? You’ve awakened the spirits, but you’re nothing more than a puppet. Your people were never meant to be rulers. They were meant to be tools.” Asha’s grip tightened on her blade, her voice cold as ice. “And you were never meant to be a king. You were just another pawn.”

Ash bows his head graciously, “Asher Wild, Prince to the Vampire King of England. But please, call me Ash. Everyone does, it feels weird to have people say my full name now.” The king bows his head, “Her loss, if only temporary, is felt keenly here.” Luther says, and Ash nods,

Jasmine flinched but nodded, she sent the picture to Mrs Kingsley then got out. As Jasmine closed the door behind her, silence fell again. Then Mrs Kingsley smiled. “ Our dead daughter is going to be giving us fortune ” she said with an evil grin on her face. Bianca on the other hand didn't seem happy with her parents thought after all she had been in love with Ronan for years but he only has eyes for her stupid younger adoptive sister Selena. RONAN BLACKWELL’S PRIVATE OFFICE – NIGHT The room was dimly lit, soaked in shadows except for the glow of Ronan Knight laptop screen. The third richest billionaire in the country sat behind his massive oak desk, eyes cold and sharp as he read through e

Nyxara POV I’ve walked away from everything in my life. Kingdoms. War. My own kind. So why— Is he the one thing I can’t seem to leave behind? ⸻ The moment he stops speaking, the silence that follows is not empty, not neutral, but heavy in a way that settles deep beneath my skin, pressing against something I have spent centuries locking away, something I do not allow to surface, something that has no place in the life I have built for myself.

he said, “but he will return. He tasted blood. He felt the power of his name on Ravenna’s tongue. He will want more. He will come back with a bigger army, a darker hunger.” I looked at my hands. The gold beneath my skin had faded to a faint shimmer, barely visible in the dim light. But the name still burned on my tongue, a coal I could not swallow. Ashur. The king’s true name. The weapon the first wolf had hidden in the bloodline centuries ago. But knowing his name was not enough. I had spoken it, and he had come. He had not been unmade. He had been summoned. There was something missing. A key. A ritual. A sacrifice.

Her face was pale, her eyes red. "Bentley!" she shouted, pointing straight at me, her voice shaking. "You killed my father!"

He began to step backward, his physical form dissolving into a column of swirling, superheated volcanic ash. "A true King does not steal his bride in the dark," the Dragon King’s voice echoed from the ash cloud as he ascended into the bleeding sky. "I will burn your little empire to the ground, Killian Blackwood. And when there is nothing left but ash, my Queen will fly to me." The ash scattered, carried away by the hurricane winds, leaving Killian and me alone on the shattered glass beach. The honeymoon was over. The world was on fire. Killian didn't roar. He extinguished his flaming broadsword and turned to me, his golden eyes filled with the cold, absolute logic of a warlord whose family

"Then why would a perfectly good heiress run around building teams and pretending to be a nurse? What are you trying to do?" Did rich people all have this kind of eccentric streak? Ivy laughed awkwardly. "I'm not actually a nurse. I borrowed the uniform. I heard you were in a car accident and came specially to see you, but I was afraid you'd think it was too forward... "And I built this team because of you. I like you. That is why I entered this industry. "Ash, join Immortal Ashes. I want to build a team just for you. From now on, you will be second-in-command at our studio."