King Of Ashes Novels & Stories

But wait, who's he talking about? ' You keep forgetting,silly. He's a King Alpha and rules the Knight bloodline. He has his men. Ah!' Sia sighs in a dreamy tone. 'He's such a powerful man and Ash is so hot.' Who's Ash? 'His wolf of course.' Sia replies. How do you know him?

The commotion grows louder, more aggressive, until suddenly the door bursts open. Asher storms in with several elders behind him, his face twisted with grief and rage that makes my blood run cold. His clothes are wrinkled like he hasn't slept, dark circles shadowing his eyes. Behind him, the council members look equally haggard but determined. "There she is," Asher snarls, pointing at me with shaking finger. "The traitor who murdered our king and queen." "Asher, what are you doing?" Caroline steps protectively between us, but he pushes past her roughly.

So when a Necromancer terrorist group waged war against law-abiding citizens and started wreaking havoc, the Chicago became a shitshow and immediately converted to a worst kind, not even the local normie police could handle. Which meant the best counterattack came not from local human authorities but in the form of government-backed Awakens. “Where the fuck is our cover fire?” Knight Adamson gritted his teeth and raise his hand casting a shield but flinched when magic bullets started raining down at them. He glanced over at his second-in-command and communications and infiltration specialist Sergeant Rina Abello, as she dropped down beside him, magically enhanced AKR-75 assault rifle tightly

Sienna's POV A steel-toed boot slammed into my ribs, and I curled on the ground, coughing up blood. "Get up, little she-wolf." Chief Elder Marcus looked down at me, a vicious smile on his face. Behind him stood a dozen armed men—Brynn's mercenaries. "The game is over." I pushed myself up, blood dripping from the corner of my mouth onto the grass. The forest around us was burning. Jake and the other rangers were already down, lying motionless nearby.

I forced myself to let my mind wander over what she’d said, let it circle over in my head. If what she said were true, if dragons could have more than one mate, then maybe this disaster I found myself in wasn’t an accident at all. Maybe it was in my blood. But the other half of Ashleigh’s story, the half about fire consuming everything, settled like a stone in my stomach. She had been right. Restlessness leaked into magic. And mine was already too close to the edge.

“You think she rules you. But I know her mind. I am her mind. And I know she’s terrified of what she’ll become when you’re gone.” Amara’s hand brushed Luca’s arm. “Don’t.” “She’s trying to bait you,” she said softly. The clone stepped closer. “Tell me, Queen of Ash — how does it feel to wear a crown built on the bones of men who worshiped you?” Amara didn’t flinch. “It feels heavy. And earned. Something you’ll never understand.” A low rumble began beneath the ground. The air filled with the sound of shifting metal — the Ash Legion emerging from beneath the square. Dozens, then hundreds of them, crawling up through the marble like insects.

“Oui. Asher and Azazel. Asher is calm. Ze other… not so much, he is known as the Mad King. Something broke in him long ago, and no one dared to fix it. Why do you think Madame Ysara keeps coming back for more slaves?” She looked me dead in the eye. “Because they all go missing.”

“There’s something you should know. I intercepted a message. The Storm King has brought something new to the battlefield. A creature… bound in chains, fed Void magic.” Lyra’s stomach clenched. “What kind of creature?” “A hybrid,” he said. “Part dragon, part shade. Something not born, but built.” Her breath caught. “A weapon.” He nodded grimly. “And it waits at the capital.” The Ashen Ravine was a wound carved into the land, jagged stone and twisted trees, silent as tombs. Stories claimed it had once been the site of a great betrayal, where an entire pack was cursed for siding with the Void.

Useless for everything else. The front door opened and closed. I didn't look up. Ash dropped onto the couch, picked up the remote, and turned on the television. He kicked his shoes off and stretched out like a man who'd spent the day working instead of flirting with human girls in the sun. The king had promised that whoever found the princess first would be named her betrothed. For Ash, this assignment was a vacation. For me, it was the path to the throne. Finding the princess meant becoming the next Alpha King of the wolf kingdom. Every hour I wasted was an hour the opportunity slipped further away.

Lila coaches me through it all. "Remember you're not his victim. You're not the woman he broke. You're not begging for his attention or approval." She positions herself in front of me, hands on my shoulders. "You're Esmeralda fucking Voss, and you're a goddamn queen. Say it." "I'm..." I hesitate. "Say it." "I'm not his victim." "Louder." "I'm not his victim." My voice is stronger now. "And?" "I'm a queen."