King Of Ashes Novels & Stories

I snapped, pushing past her to open the window wider. “Asphyxia. That's the medical term that covers the entire…concept of suffocation. Just so you know, you know. But it's not like I was trying to kill you, or me. We're too young, and I'm incapable of murder, you know that. I've only ever killed geckos since I was born…” She rambled, trailing off when she saw my death stare. I admit, I was more pissed at the fact that her charred whatever woke me up from my dream. I wished I heard everything my father had to say, but unfortunately, I got woken up abruptly.

"Omegas don't have power like that. We don't have shields. We don't have... whatever that was." "Is that what they told you?" He walked toward me. He was so tall that he blocked out the moon. His presence was heavy, like the air before a lightning strike. "The Blackmoor Pack spent twenty years making you feel small so you wouldn't realize how big you actually are." I looked down at my hands. They were glowing faintly. "Who are you?" "My name is Riven Ashenfell." I froze. Everyone knew that name. Riven Ashenfell was the "Traitor King." The stories said he had burned his own lands to the ground rather than follow the Alpha Council. He was a monster. A ghost.

Their prince isn’t just a demon, he is a Nightwalker and the werewolf king. Asher stared at Alaric, his blue eyes glowing faintly. When he saw the crumbling part of the palace, he knew instantly that an enemy has arrived and this man was the first person that came to his mind and here he was. “I can’t say I’m surprised, I knew you would come, and here you are.” Alaric looked at him with a faint smile. “We meet again, Son of Aspa.”

"The Shadow King... he tracks us through our desires. He finds us through our love, our hate, our greed. But Ash... Ash has nothing left. He’s invisible to the King’s eye." "Invisible?" Rhea asked, her breath hitching. "The King can't see a man who doesn't care," Silas realized, a hysterical laugh bubbling in his throat. "By losing his love for you, he’s become the only weapon the void can't predict. He’s a heartless machine in a world of ghosts. He can walk right up to the King and the King won't even know he’s there until the blade is in his throat." Ash turned his grey eyes toward Silas. There was no anger there, only a cold, analytical focus. "The King is located in the rift above the sk

Dark, freezing mist poured outward—heavy, ancient, and oppressive. Beyond the veil, the ruins of Solaryn stretched endlessly under a crimson sky: broken towers, collapsed palaces, burning rivers of dark liquid, and black ash falling like snow. The Kingdom of Ashes was waiting, watching, and hungry. Killian extended his hand toward Seraphina. She looked at his palm, then up into his golden eyes. For a long, heavy moment, she hesitated. Then, she took it. Not as mates, and not as lovers—not yet. But as partners. As parents. As two deeply broken people trying to find their way back to one another.

A young man stepped out, assisted by two servants, dressed in embroidered gold brocade and wearing a jeweled circlet. I'd recognize that face anywhere—even if it turned to ash. It was Matthew, my brother, who was supposed to be dead for over a year. The brother I'd given my life to atone for. He was back. Alive. Radiant. Dressed like a true prince of nobility. I hung there in the air, struck dumb as if by a bolt of lightning. My ghost trembled on the verge of unraveling.

“I only gave Cordelia the power to take any man she wanted!” Killian shouted, his voice cracking apart with pain. “That’s all! I didn’t touch you, I swear! I just opened the door for her!” “Mm-hm,” Victoria said pleasantly, and made another thin, careful cut along his forearm, the way one slices a ribbon from a gift. “Keep going. You’re doing so well.” Outside the old castle, the morning had turned bright and hard. A convoy of black cars rolled up the hill and stopped at the broken gate in a line of dust, and the Blackwood men poured out with vests on and guns raised, ready for a war.

Is this what some of the pack members feel like when they need to talk with Asher? “I look forward to a further conversation with you Liv, now I must get going to ensure I am running on schedule. I will get the relevant information sourced for you Asher and send it over soon.” The King smiles which also tells me the nightmare I have been dropped in will be over soon, Asher only smiles waving his hand slightly to bid the King farewell. “It was a pleasure to meet you Liv, but I’m certain you will unlock more of this puzzle we have been working on for generations.” He smiles towards me before turning around and heading towards one of the many expensive looking cars, in a matter of minutes, the

"And if you need proof of whether your charm works or not, just look at Ash. He is completely under your spell." A thick blush crept onto my cheeks, even though I didn't think it was true. Ash was a powerful vampire, a noble, and the rightful king. He was wealthy beyond my imagination, and his looks could possibly strike women in every realm. Next to him, I felt more like Cinderella, but one without a Fairy Godmother and glass slippers. I had no complaints against the slippers, though; with all my luck, they could be even less comfortable than those stilettos.

Yet, the sincerity in Ashier's voice and the intensity of his gaze gave her pause. Caught between her loyalty to Ashier and her own reservations, Alisha found herself at a crossroads once again. The weight of the kingdom's future and Ashier's well-being hung in the balance, forcing her to confront the uncertainty that lay before them. She stared at Ashier, searching for answers within herself, grappling with conflicting emotions and a sense of duty. In that moment of hesitation, Alisha realized that the choices she made next would shape the course of their lives and the destiny of the kingdom.