King Of Ashes Novels & Stories

Tears — hot, silent, entirely without permission — tracked down her pale face, spilling over lips she hadn't realized were trembling. She wasn't supposed to feel anything close to this. She was a weapon. Weapons didn't bleed from somewhere as soft and unguarded as the heart. But standing across the room from Alex Voss — the man who'd used her as a shadow of someone else while quietly ruling an entire hidden kingdom underneath his own polished company — the sheer, total finality of the deception broke whatever dam had been holding the rest of her upright. The tears didn't stop. A heavy, wrenching sob tore loose from somewhere low in her throat as she stared at the stranger who, it turned out,

When my ex-boyfriend Harry Thorne went bankrupt, his family forced him into an arranged marriage to save their sinking business. I handed him an abortion record and vanished without a trace. Five years later, we crossed paths again. He tossed a stack of a hundred grand in front of me, telling me to get into his bed on my own accord. I complied. In the heat of his breathless, passionate kisses, I fell under the fleeting illusion that he still loved me. That was till his fingers brushed against the scar on my lower abdomen, and he shoved me to the floor in a fit of rage. “You left me for money, and now you come back wagging your tail, groveling for the exact same thing? How shameless can you b

“You will attend your classes. You will obey your instructors. You will make no attempts to escape. You will not speak of this to anyone.” I lift my chin even though my entire body is shaking. “And if I do?” His eyes harden. “Then I will remind you exactly how easily pretty cages become painful ones.” Silence presses down around us. He stands slowly. “King Viremont may have chosen to keep you alive, but do not mistake that for protection. Aeron is a merciful king when it suits him.” His gaze drags over me like I am something disgusting stuck to the bottom of his boot. “And I am very, very close to the king.”

But no one would come to save her. "You're going to pay a steep price for your arrogance, Ashley," I muttered at my reflection in the glass, my voice dripping with venom. "Do you really think wearing a crown makes you a queen? You're just like Icarus, flying towards the sun, destined to fall and shatter into pieces." I turned away and picked up the glass of red wine, downing it in one go. The burn of the alcohol as it slid down my throat and hit my stomach brought a twisted sense of satisfaction.

the King growled, his voice dripping with malice. "I've been crossing lines since the day you let HER beneath the surface," Asher spat, his voice cracking with emotion. The King's eyes flashed with anger, but Asher didn't back down. "It's just a matter of time, your Majesty, you're going to pay the price. Mark my fucking words. Take a step fucking back or I'll do you a favor and quicken the fucking process."

CASSANDRA We left Asher’s study immediately, and the moment we set foot in the hallway, the guards stationed outside both glanced at each other in alarm. “Is everything all right, Your Majesty?” one asked as he studied the Alpha King’s expression. To his credit, Asher was looking slightly exhausted. His dark circles were far more present than they’d been in the past week. As the illness was affecting him more and more, his physical appearance began to look more sickly. He was still as handsome as ever, but it was evident he wasn’t sleeping much these days.

For years, he waited for him to lose guard, but he never did, and now his son took the throne, killing him. How he killed him still baffles him; Aaron was powerful. Surely someone must have helped him, but he does not know who. He is supposed to be king after everything he has done, serving this kingdom since he was born, but it keeps slipping from his hands. Now people who are not even demons are the ones ruling, and how angry does that make him feel? Asher is supposed to never rule them; he killed his mother, and he thought that was the end of him. He never thought he would ever show up again, not especially with that little wolf.

, Fallon said, a friend of Elon Bahask said, “He’s here.”, Asher said, he continued, “You kids should better get going.”, he said once more, “You’ll only slow me down.”. Asher the Alpha king appeared before Miller, who held a member of the pack by his fingers, smiling as he licked his blood, Ice surrounding the trees, “You look strong, everyone I have found here, are all weak”, he continued, “at least you could entertain me for a while, even if you’ll end up dying later on Asher.”.

It seemed everyone had split. The current kings and queens were talking amongst themselves and mingling with one another. The heirs were talking to the other heirs on this side. We decided to make our way towards a small group of the heirs in the corner. They eyed us carefully, they were warned about us it seems. "Hello and welcome. I hope you're enjoying the festivities. I am Ash the next in line to the throne for this Kingdom." Ash introduced himself very politely. Everyone bowed their heads politely, but it was stiff. Done only for politics sake and not because of mutual respect. I really am starting to hate some of these elves.

“They’ll remember who rules them now.” He kissed my temple. “And they’ll never dare touch you again.” Not every crown is forged from gold. Some are built from ashes. And I—Ashyrel of the Phoenix Throne—rose from every one they lit beneath me. Let this be a warning. Queens don’t beg. We reign. ---