Kingdom Of Ash Chapter Summary Novels & Stories

* Alpha King Vincent * With the familiar roads and the trees beside it with the birds chirping as we passed by, I can feel a growing sense of happiness as I remember the land where I come from. I know the warriors with me felt the same. As we have been away for quite a while, most of us missed the familiar grounds more. And there is one person that I miss the most. My Queen Luna of the Royal pack, Ashley. I wanted to surprise her by coming earlier than what was planned.

CHAPTER 27 A month had pass, since the chaos with in Mavis happened. With in that month, Mavis ground rises again to a new beggining. Many kingdoms visited and helped to rebuilt Mavis once more. The high king was glad and very appreciative with heartfelt gratitude towards the kingdoms who helped Mavis to set back to its foot again.

“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. ---

my wolf begins to plot, prompting me in what I say next, “-you know what the means, right?” “Well,” I sway unsteadily, too worn out to care for the growing headache beginning to form, “-I guess that means the agreement I made with him is null. I suppose Ash and I are claiming our throne after all.” “Count me out on that one, sis. That’s not the life for me,” Ash scoffs in protest, “-I wanna be a warrior. Nothing that’s happened has changed that. I’m afraid you’re on your own, your highness,” he smirks weakly, unable to pass up on the chance of making me cringe.

My breath caught as the shard’s pulse merged with my own heartbeat, binding me tighter to the vision that unfolded. I stood on soil not of Dark Hollow, but of an older land where banners dripped in crimson firelight. Before me stretched a kingdom built on stone and blood, its high towers collapsing under waves of flame. Soldiers screamed as their armor melted, and at the center of the inferno stood a woman with my face—Ashara—her eyes molten gold, her hands drenched in fire and blood. I staggered back, heart hammering, yet the vision pulled me closer, commanding me to watch.

It was from pure ear mixed with undiluted anxiousness. Every time the doors burst open, I snapped my head up, my stomach knotting as another injured warrior was dragged in. Every time, with dread I hoped it wouldn’t be him. Kael. “Keep pressure here.” The firm voice of another healer brought me back to the present. She clapped a hand on my shoulder—a brief, fleeting attempt at comforting me. “He’ll be fine, Ashina. He’s strong.” Every warrior of the Silver Claw Pack was strong. Sure, Kael was stronger but that didn’t mean anything in the face of an ambushed fight. The words were nothing but fleeting in the light of the way I was feeling.

awe there's it is" and I see it and my heart does a flip. Ashely giggles, "I love peanut butter, but never a big fan of peanuts until this very second." I can't help the laugh that comes out, "it does look like a peanut." As we walk out surrounded by Royal guards to our waiting car, Ashley voice comes out a bit stornger than normal, "when we get back to our kingdom, we need to move forward with our plans for the raising of all the pups." I cock a brow at her, "of course, but only for those who want the change, it's there decision after all."

Some wolves were here in search of fun. Some are here in search of something darker. Power perhaps so they all gather here in my home. In my City that I formed with two of my fallen allies, and they get their quest as demand. I was here, back to my world where I ruled as a lonely king that was dreaded by my subjects. I was back with the pure thirst for revenge. It has boiled out of my heart in hot steaming larva and I'll waste no chance at delivering the larva to any wolf that tempers my night.

-Ashina – The clouds hung heavy in the sky as the fireworks abruptly fizzled out, the darkness descending like a shroud over the kingdom. The rain poured down, relentless in its assault on the earth, heedless of the floods it might unleash. I felt the familiar tug in my chest as rain called out to its lover, the wind. It was a night ripe with portent, the air thick with the scent of impending danger. With a hand fixed on Dean’s arm, I raced toward the bear shifters, urgently thudding through my veins. "Dean," I commanded, "order the shifters to breach the gates on every side of the castle. It’s time to storm Malcolm’s kingdom."

“Just as he captured your people and forced you all into his service, you can help us to restore your people back to your true king.” The captain tilted his head and narrowed his eyes at Alford. Another deafening explosion could be heard closer than the previous. He cocked an eyebrow at the commotion but didn’t divert his attention from Alford. The ten men that were with him looked between each other, some glancing over their shoulders at the door, before focusing their attention back to Mitzie and Alford’s direction. “Japheth is our true king,” Captain Spars finally spoke brazenly. “Hashmeth was weak, and any true strong king would not have turned his people over unless he knew he would be