Kingdom Of Blood And Ash Novels & Stories

Rome had bowed beneath our rule, Milan had been reforged in blood, and our enemies had learned the price of testing the DeMarcus family. But dominance didn’t end with territory. It needed permanence. A legacy that could not be erased. And now? Leonardo and I weren’t just ruling—we were creating something eternal. The walls of our estate had been built for empire—for deals struck in the dead of night, for war planned between the turning pages of history, for control that never wavered.

Utmost lividity was evident in his dark sea-green eyes at the mention of the man's name. Ren Lancaster is now the one who holds Frostville, a kingdom at the south near the werewolves' kingdom. After raising rebellion and killing the king, he proclaimed himself as the new king. At that time, David was there and he protected the princess he was fond of. But with Ren's dark magic, the people in Frostville were no match to him.

Ash wondered how he was going to find the water lord. Did he live in the mountain, away from his kingdoms, or did he live like a classless man amongst his kingdom people. He kept walking until he got into the border of the first kingdom. Ash stared at the first house that met his eyes and unknowingly frowned at it, travelling by foot through such a long distance was definitely enough to throw one off and make him that cranky and it seemed like a justified reason as to why everything was making him irritated.

“I have called and he will come. I am the Banshee and he my one. he will come to save me from the evil ones, I have called and he will come.” “the hound of hell is the only way. He will come, burn, destroy and defeat, I’m his Banshee who he will soon meet. When he comes they better run, Because I have called and he will come. our souls intertwined as we become one. Together The queen will rise and with her, her king,

CHAPTER ONE: THE YOUNG LADY RUINED THE MEETING ROSE AMARA'S POV Kingdom, throne, blood, gold, and power. You have nothing if you don't have any of these. It involves more than just being at the top. No one can touch you or others nearby if you are high enough. Nobody looks at you because they are afraid of being blinded by the non-negotiability you reflect back at them when they do. That’s why I don’t and will never stop.

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.

My pulse hammered, uneven, and I pressed both hands against my stomach, as though I could shield the life inside me with nothing sheer will alone. I felt Ronan’s gaze steady on me, but I couldn’t bring myself to meet it yet. My mind replayed the patterns, the call-and-response of the howls. It was warcraft, not hunger. Asher hadn’t just made a pack, he’d made an army. And if he could command them with this kind of discipline, then nowhere was truly safe. Not the forest, not the villages, not even the palace walls. Fear pressed in until it was hard to breathe, because this was no longer only about survival; this was survival of an entire Kingdom.

Voice like iron. “The kingdom isn’t falling. We’re purging it.” And when I looked at Asher—just for a breath—his eyes met mine with something raw. Something proud.

I watched the life drain from his eyes, and with a final, satisfying crack, I snapped his neck. "Shadow Guard!" I roared into the forest. "Tear them apart!" The inhibitor had weakened us, but it hadn't erased our strength entirely. Rage and vengeance burned like a wildfire, fueling our return to the fight. My warriors surged forward like beasts unleashed. Gunshots rang out, but no one cared. We were wolves. We were predators. And tonight, the forest would run red with their blood. I snatched a silver dagger from the ground and lunged at the nearest mercenary.

“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.” Silas couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Wait, hold on a second,” he stammered, trying to process everything. “So, Alpha Asher only took the throne in order to kill the Blood Petal and tricked his father?” His grip on the papers tightened. “But now that Asher isn’t after the Blood Petal, Charles is back to being the Alpha King!” His eyes darkened as realization hit. He tore