Kingdom Of Ash Chapter Summary Novels & Stories

But make no mistake, for the boy was raging. I stared into the hearth. The embers pulsed like the heartbeats of the kingdom I had built brick by brick, alliance by alliance, conquest after conquest. I had weathered storms, crushed rebellions, and buried threats beneath gold and fire. I had outlived every enemy who dared challenge my reign. Nonetheless, now? At present, I was at a point where the only two people I could not control, Boris and Ashina, remained

And there's this prophecy that my father's people, a group of hags and cranks called the Synod of Ancyra, think that the child I'm going to give birth to someday is going to be the only way to save our race and give them back the power we once held. Based on this prophecy, to be exact: From the shadows of the ancient Forests, under the moon's darkest veil, a daughter of Sköll shall emerge, her fur as black as night, her spirit intertwined with magic's might. She bears the power to tip the scales, to sow either harmony's bloom or chaos's gales. The Keystone's path, a labrynth of fate, where destinies entwine and the future waits.

Dizziness and teary eyes overwhelmed her, and she was a complete wreck. The crowd gradually dispersed upon their King's dismissal, leaving him behind for a moment longer. His troubled gaze remained fixed on her, on her imploring eyes seeking mercy—an elusive mercy he could not grant. With a final glance, he rose, following his son Ubbe, who wore a similar troubled expression. In the face of King Ragnar's unwavering decision, Sophie turned to Aslaug, finding sorrow mirrored in her eyes. As Aslaug walked away, so did her friends Helen and Yelda, leaving Sophie utterly alone.

Her eyes blazed with fury as she kicked me on the stomach and turned to leave. As the poison coursed through my veins, I realized that my reign of deceit and manipulation was finally over. And in the end, it was my own treachery that had led to my downfall. As I turned over from the pain building up inside of me, a huge figure emerged from where I could not tell and pounced on Ashley.

I had a lot to learn from the south, their culinary delicacies, historic sites and mode of treatment to their subjects was top notch. The northern kingdom was also a sight to behold but it was yet to catch up with the rapid development in the northern kingdom. The kingdom's aesthetic quality was one of it's best features. I was in awe and I could tell that my beta was in the same trance as I was. The irony of Asher's guts was that, he was a rogue who was pardoned by the merciful hands of Alpha Klaus yet he was willing to go the extra mile just to covet his daughter who was now my wife and the future mother of this ever growing kingdom.

"Staying by Ash's side is the only way for you to survive. As soon as others find out what you are they will either try to drain your blood and kill you or just kill you because, in their eyes, you shouldn't even exist. When Ash becomes king, he will be able to change the law and make you untouchable. So… he might have needed your blood to even think of leading his army to victory, but now you definitely need him." I hated that his words sounded so reasonable. "All right," I muttered, stretching my lips into a thin smile. "Let's go back to the residence." *** The painful squeeze on my chest only tightened as we got closer. By the time I entered my chamber, I could hardly breathe. I sensed As

he said. “Zira has long hair too, must be the gene’s” I said. Well, I thought my father’s genes were strong because I look exactly like him and Silver looks like our mother, but Asher’s gene is pretty strong because Zira looks just like him. “When are we going to get back to the kingdom?” I asked. “Any minute from now,” he replied. I nod my head, not saying anything as we fly across the dark sky. ******

I raised my warped claws—no longer even close to human hands—and slammed them toward the scorching iron door with every ounce of Alpha power raging inside me. A deafening crash split the air. Metal screamed as the massive door caved inward under my blow, collapsing with a harsh clang that cut straight through the roar of the flames. Ashley’s POV The heat around us had already passed what any living thing should survive. Flames were whipping around like crazed vipers, snapping at every breath of air they could devour. Wooden crates kept bursting apart with sharp bangs, and acrid smoke stabbed deep into my lungs until every inhale felt like swallowing shards of burning glass.

Ignoring him completely, Caleb said to Daisy, "Let's go." Daisy turned around and followed him away. Whispers immediately came from behind them. Daisy's steps faltered slightly. Caleb gently pressed a hand against her back. "Don't look back. Keep walking." Daisy took a deep breath and continued moving forward. Caleb led her through a hallway and pushed open a door. Before she entered, he glanced down at a message on his phone. [East side staircase cleared. The fire will start at a quarter past nine. Follow the green markers. Fake Daisy is already in position at the southern gate.]

He told me the foyer was the first thing you saw once you entered, so it had to be grand, it had to be spacious, so that people hopefully felt welcome, but also saw the wealth and power that lay in the work. “The Kingdom of Summer is one of the wealthiest Kingdoms,” he told me. “Mostly because, through the centuries, people have been worshipping the summer and sacrificed a lot for it to be kind and gentle to them. My forefathers have built an empire on that belief.” Honestly, it made sense. But at the same time, it just made more questions pop into my head, more questions than he actually answered. Instead of walking towards the left, he moved me towards the right in the opposite direction o