Novel & Cerita Kingdom Of Blood And Ash

It seemed everyone had split. The current kings and queens were talking amongst themselves and mingling with one another. The heirs were talking to the other heirs on this side. We decided to make our way towards a small group of the heirs in the corner. They eyed us carefully, they were warned about us it seems. "Hello and welcome. I hope you're enjoying the festivities. I am Ash the next in line to the throne for this Kingdom." Ash introduced himself very politely. Everyone bowed their heads politely, but it was stiff. Done only for politics sake and not because of mutual respect. I really am starting to hate some of these elves.

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.

“I see. Then that means that the throne should be what she is after and not my son, so why does she want him?” “The demon kings cannot access Aspa’s powers because their body is not strong enough for it but your son, Asher, oh Asher, his body is the vessel for such a strong power. Asher is not just a Nightwalker, he is the second generation. He is not just a demon, he is the prince of Demons and a royal beast. He is not just a Night howler, he is High Alpha, creators of alphas. He is Alpha King. So tell me, Mariah, if a body can withhold and control such three strong bloods, why can’t he hold the powers of Darkness?” “Hold on, so you are telling me that Asher is going to be Dark?”

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.

I nod, tugging my coat tighter around me as the wind bites at my cheeks. “Do you see these ruins?” Asher gestures to the crumbling stones scattered around us. “There are more throughout the pack. This was once a great kingdom, the ruler of all packs. Where the Blood Moon Castle stands now, another ruler reigned long ago.” He speaks as if recounting a memory, his voice heavy with meaning. I listen intently, my father’s stories of fierce kingdoms and fallen empires surfacing in my mind. The stories he is talking about are from centries ago, so long ago in fact there is no proof they were every real nothing but a myth.

❤️ Love in the Shadow of Blood ❤️ Queen Aurora walked over to where the council of elders from the Fae Kingdom were seated. They hadn’t left Ashland yet, and even though the arena was slowly emptying out, they remained there, still in shock. Their young king, the one they had all believed in, the one they had placed their hopes on to defeat the Emperor's warrior, was gone. Just like that. It didn’t feel real yet.

But tonight, there were no shadows left to hide in. I stood before the mirror, hands rigid at my sides as the royal blacksmith buckled the last piece of armor into place across my chest. The sigil of the royal bloodline burned in silver over my heart, the crescent fang wrapped in flame. My reflection didn’t blink. A crownless king. A grieving mate. A soldier built from broken promises. Ashley stood to the side, watching me like she wasn’t sure whether to salute or scream. “You look like him,” she said finally.

“The blood of kings and traitors runs through him. Magic older than this kingdom. He is the light in the storm. And she knew it. Amelia knew it the moment she saw him.” She closes her eyes for a moment. “She said it once, before she fled. That Asher was born to break the old bloodlines. That he’d destroy everything we built. That he’d ruin the world, or save it.” A silence falls between us. I think of the way Asher had looked the night he collapsed—haunted. As if some part of him already knew all this. Or feared it. “And what about her son?” I whisper. She opens her eyes again. “I don’t know his name. But if Amelia raised him the way I think she did… he’ll believe it’s his right to rule. And

Ash bows his head graciously, “Asher Wild, Prince to the Vampire King of England. But please, call me Ash. Everyone does, it feels weird to have people say my full name now.” The king bows his head, “Her loss, if only temporary, is felt keenly here.” Luther says, and Ash nods,

And without her, he was lost. “Then we’ll be monsters together,” she whispered. His lips crashed against hers with a ferocity that was half-love, half-fury, their bodies colliding in a storm that was more war than tenderness. Every kiss was a battle, every touch a surrender, every gasp a reminder that their passion was as dangerous as any blade. By the time dawn bled into the sky, neither of them had slept. They were still kings and queens of a kingdom built on blood. But now, there was a shadow rising—an enemy who called themselves Ashes. And if Viktor didn’t destroy them, this new force surely would.