Kingdom Of Ash Novels & Stories

Each member of this family has a birthmark unique to themselves alone, which also represents the power they hold. They have been a family known since the inception of the current kingdom. Despite their small numbers, they have enough power to rival the Royal family of the werewolf race. They are only known by a privileged few, and the only reason he is aware of who they are is because of his connection with the council. "The Ashas are not limited to a location now, are they? We can be where we want. Forget about why I'm here and focus on why you are here. The energy shift you noticed today wanted hers. Something is trying to make contact with her from the other side," Beth explained.

He froze halfway through reading them. “What the…” His jaw tightened. “Alpha Asher returned his king’s throne to Charles before he fought with Seraphina?” No wonder Charles had gone insane, searching for Asher at the Academy and suddenly regaining the aura of a king. “I dug deeper into Alpha Asher, and what I found is even more shocking!” Theo handed over another sheet of paper. “His mother, Luna Victoria, lost her pack before she gave birth to Asher. But she had a brother who hated this kingdom for their fall. He left this realm and built his own kingdom of werewolves, taking Alpha Asher with him when he was just ten. Alpha Asher is actually the Prince and the rightful King of that kingdom.

He stands behind me, arms crossed, a shadow refusing to be drawn in. The old rogue begins to speak. “She came in the season between the moons. The one with no name. The one where wolves forgot their howls. She wore no crown. No mate-mark. No Alpha’s scent.” The hum continues beneath her voice, like breath rising from old earth. “She walked alone into the Bone Lands, where no pack claimed the soil. Her hands bled spiral. Her eyes burned red. Her name was ash. Her tether already severed.” A shiver ripples through the pack. No one looks at me.

Once he was done, Asher sighed deeply, feeling an excitement boil in his chest, as he couldn't wait to welcome his son home. Asher's eyes looked out the nursery's window. The sun had begun setting in the west, and in the east, the full, grey moon began rising above the clouds. Standing at the second story of his mansion, Asher could see over the pine trees of the forest that bordered the east end of his pack grounds. He approached the window and looked out onto the world before him. Birds could be heard singing their last tunes for the day. Asher looked down on the village area below him. The children were being called in by their mothers as the evening began settling its dark shade in the s

" I want to fight by Your Side. I know that a war is coming, even though Dad doesn't want to admit it. I don't want to leave the Kingdom, I want to defend it " " don't say nonsense " Asher looks at her with an annoyed expression. he wasn't very happy that Alex had found out about the Secret Army he was training, not even his father knew about it. His father had told him to not get involved with the dark wolves, he was willing to treat Kira's death as an accident if it meant that they would prevent an upcoming War. it was clear that the dark wolves had done this so that the king would initiate an attack against them, but now Killian wasn't even willing to do that. maybe he was afraid that he

At the blood pouring from him. "You were like a son to me" he whispered. "And you murdered my mother" Asher replied. "We are done." He pulled the blade free. Kael collapsed. Blood spreading beneath him. His pale eyes found mine. Still full of hate. Even dying. "This is not over" he whispered. "Gabriel still has an army. The kingdom is still burning. You have won nothing." "We won you" I said. "That is enough for today." His eyes went empty. The light faded. Kael. The man who had manipulated kingdoms. Who had murdered queens. Who had nearly destroyed everything.

" Can you stand?", Asher asked Liam, he looked around them as they were about to get into the fight of their lives, at least, the boys real father had done the harder part of the journey, now was the time for them to complete the mission, the young ones were their legacy and must be protected at all cost, he had heard about a king that ruled in the North, his power unrivalled, Rome claimed he had the blessings of the moon goddess, however some argued that it was forced. A sharp pain went down his spine went down his neck as he knew that would be the last time he would set his eyes on the boys and of course her.

he said, and myself and Ayla stood up from our seats. “Who is it?” I asked, trying not to hear fear in my voice. “It's a fairly large Kingdom, but not as large as Mercia. This kingdom has been an ally since your father's reign,” he said. “I need a name, Riven,” “The Kingdom of Dashdom,” he answered. “What?” I was shocked. “They're one of our strongest allies,” I said, and noticed Damon walking into my office with Ayla's Gamma, Lady Berah. “Not really,” Damon said, cryptically.

"She supplied us with answers, the best she could, it was she who told us to come back to the castle. A battle comes, King Asher of Brone. Martha predicts blood." "Whose blood?" "I do not know. I can not know." "Does Martha know?" "I do not know." "It's alright. Thank you." Asher took off his crown and raked his hand through his Raven black hair. Jasper noticed he had bags under his eyes, and that his eyes seemed somewhat reddened, as if he hadn't slept for days. It struck him just how much king Asher and his daughter needed each other in these times. In fact, the whole royal family, all three of them needed each other. He didn't understand the beginnings and the ends of the problems father

She’d come to see the bastard in the ground for herself. Dorian Ashford’s coffin sat there, slick and shiny, all polished mahogany that hollered wealth even as it sank toward the dirt. The priest mumbled some nonsense about peace everlasting, his voice half-drowned by the storm, but Sienna didn’t hear a word. Her eyes were glued to that box, her jaw locked tight. Twenty-seven years of bile churned inside her. He’d left her mom to waste away in a rusted trailer, coughing up her last breaths, while he piled up his shipping billions—money built on the wreckage of the only person who’d ever given a damn about him.