Kingdom Of Blood And Ash Novels & Stories

Then, abruptly, the trees fell away. They stepped out onto a wide shelf of black stone at the base of the spire. Up close it was even larger than it had seemed from the ridge — a jagged tower erupting from the earth, its surface veined with glowing sigils that writhed slowly like living script. The silver-veined forest ended at its edge as if cut with a knife. Ava’s breath caught. “This is it.” The token flared against her ribs, a steady burn that was almost pain. The whisper filled her head, clearer than ever: Daughter of ash. Come.

Princess Cirella was the Southern Kingdoms only heir. Her father King Demos lost his wife in child birth. He was able to save his newborn daughter by having one of the wet nurses tend to her until she was able to feed on her own. King Demos was not related to Demetrix or Orlex. His Kingdom was the warmest part of Hellstrom (Demons named Hell a fancier name) Orlex commanded the coldest part of it. His warriors were told that they held no emotion and could kill with out remorse. Demetrix was at the center of Hellstrom, he also commended the Aegis River and the Obsidian Mine. Something that Belle has been dying to get to. The Obsidian Mine held a specific rock that if molded into a weapon, it w

Yet, there was a gnawing dread in her chest, a realization that breaking the Blood Pact would not be a simple task. Behind her, the Werebeast paced restlessly, its massive form a silent reminder of the twisted legacy the royal family had created. Though chained, the creature's eyes glowed with malevolent intelligence, a stark contrast to the broken, corrupted beasts Asha had encountered in her search for answers. This was not a mindless monster. It was the end product of a century of blood and betrayal—its existence a testament to the horrors committed by those who had usurped the power of the Frostkin.

I didn't even hear him come. He looked at my face. He was alarmed. "What happened?" he asked. I couldn't answer. This was impossible. Terrible. Unthinkable. Ares took the letter. Read it. Then he was silent. There was heavy silence. Terrible silence. Finally, he looked at me. He was pale. The letter said one thing. One horrible thing. *The Order of Ash is in your kingdom. They are, among your people. One of them has your sons.*

I curled up on the floor, felt a rush of iron in my throat—and coughed up a mouthful of blood. That bright-eyed boy I used to be—the one who still had hope—faded into nothing. After that, I had nothing left to live for. Until just now, when this wretched, drifting life of mine finally ended. Matthew, your big brother is coming to join you. I've finally paid for my sin.

"We have a kingdom to remake." The Ashmoor Kingdom was mine. And the real hunt was only just beginning.

"Look at them! The Crimson Dominion and the Midnight Eclipse—two kingdoms that have hated each other for forty years. are now standing together. Why? Because the girl has bewitched them! The double bond is a corruption of the fated system! If we let her live, she will turn the Alphas against each other until there is nothing left of our world!" ​Kaelor took a deep breath, his chest expanding as his aura exploded across the Great Hall. The sheer, devastating heat of his crimson fire radiated through the stone floor, making the heavy council table groan as small cracks appeared in the masonry. Every Alpha in the room shifted uncomfortably, their wolves whining internally at the raw, primordial