Kingdom Of Blood And Ash Novels & Stories

My grandpa Xander struggled to find someone to replace so the kingdom didn’t have a warrior leader for a while, until my dad found Mancer. And thanks me he’s now dead and my father is back at square one. Thinking someone is out to get the Kingdom. But it’s because of me that the kingdom is left defenseless, I wanted to see him so badly that I put myself in that situation. I should have never been out in the forest. No matter how hard the bond pulled me.

he stated firmly. “The girl has pledged her life to his. No one is better equipped in mind or wolf to get what is needed. If Bloodrayne has the information, the girl will get it,” he concluded flatly. “Even if she dies? Even if the child of your shadow dies?” King Asher tossed over his shoulder. “They, father and daughter, are both of Lightmoon. We live on Blood and Honor,” Dax replied tersely. “Blood and Honor…yes…that fool used the same words when he raised his blade against us…,” the King murmured, his eyes facing forward, out the window, as his mind went backward to the past.

and My hand bled from all the continuous hammering. I even gave him the prettier one and wore the other around my neck. Despite that, he threw it away without even bothering to look at it. He held on to the latest Lego set that Leia had given him and said with disdain, “Mom, don’t give me such worthless things anymore.” I stared at the discarded necklace in grief. But all I could do was smile awkwardly and nod in agreement. After all that, he still wanted to snatch my necklace from Lucas? Seeing my refusal to help him, he started crying.

He never intended for Blood Moon to rise again independently. I drew a slow breath, fists clenched at my sides. “That land belongs to its people. They bled for it. Died for it. You cannot hand it over like a trinket to be tucked into your collection of crowns.” The king rose from his throne. His gaze was no longer paternal—it was imperial. “And what would you have me do?” he challenged. “Let a broken boy lead a fractured tribe? Your loyalty is admirable, Ashina, but misplaced.”

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.

Once he pulled back, she hit his other arm and he gave her a strange look, as if not expecting it. “You are crazy,” she whispered with a frown. “Okay listen, Ash,” he said and started to pull the leather jacket he wore from the other arm first. “There are people out there trying to kill me, but since you are with me, they’ll probably want you dead too.” “Who are they? What do they want from you?” she asked and saw him trying to snap the arrow. “Hunters,” he answered. “I didn’t think they would attack this early, but they did choose the right time. Most of the students are already home or on their way home so it’ll be easy to compel the few.”

The bloodlines were never meant to stand apart. Flame buried beneath ash. Fang bound by duty. Roses bleeding in shadow. Stars lost to the dark. Generations fractured by fear and pride. But blood remembers. When the Four stand whole, the ground trembles. What was broken rises. Power forgotten reclaims its name. Unity or ruin. Choice or fate. Balance does not wait. If I could not stop the war, then it must be you who ends it. Rise from the ashes of six. Find the heirs of my dearest friends, the ones who stood beside me when the world began to break. With them, fulfill the prophecy. Restore what was lost.

It was a place that was slowly giving up. "This is it," Ashiel said, his voice low and tense. He pointed to a range of sharp, black mountains in the distance. "The Black Crags, that was the Shadow King's fortress, his power bled out from there, poisoning the land for miles. This is where his army gathered before the final push." Liora could feel it. A deep, angry thrum in the earth, a memory of marching feet and clanking armour, but underneath that, she felt something else. A profound, bottomless sorrow.

It was… Blood. I closed my eyes, trying all possible best to act like I didn't see anything. But deep down, my heart was beating like hell it self. “Firstly…” The old man said, “ welcome dear.” He smiled. I smiled back at him, “ thank you.” I said, my voice was already trembling. “ You're in one of the power kingdoms in this part of the world.” He said, “ Welcome once again to Ashvil. The kingdom of vampires.” He said.

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.