Kratos Before Ashes Novels & Stories

And the next image was something I wasn't prepared for at all, Ashley standing in a battle ground against rogues wait not rogues, I don't know how to describe those creatures, they're twisted creatures of different nature, one with fur matted over scales that shifted colors, another with limbs too many and eyes in places eyes should not be, claws that curved like sickles, mouths opening in ways that showed rows of teeth from different animals, Ashley's stance fierce, her hair wild around her face, her hands raised in defense, sweat making her skin shine, her eyes burning with determination I recognized from the times she refused to back down as kids, the scene flashed fast and the next thing

What was loaded in those guns was not bullets, but tiny needles that lodged onto the surface of the skin, part of it sinking in and instantly causing the victim to lose consciousness. Asia stood still, knowing he stood no chance. He was really good, but not supernatural. He would at least get to the first opponent before those needles took him out, too. He nodded, signaling Park Jangseok, who was waiting for his signal to submit. "Everyone leave, apart from Asia." His men did as they were told. But then Rei spoke up. "You too, Mr. Park. He only wants him." "Chen Kamman! How bold!" Park Jangseok exploded, his injured ego bleeding profusely. Kamman didn't care.

GRACE'S POV I was determined to prove that I was really under anesthesia and I was only imagining things, so I immediately packed the bag I recognised as an old bag of mine and left my work station. I was waiting for the elevator when someone came and stood beside me. I didn't bother turning to look since I was only being delusional. “Grace? Are you going home?” A male voice asked. I immediately turned to look at the person and I had to hold in my gasp, because standing beside me was Ethan Adams. Yes, the same Ethan who died in my timeline.

with the exact emphasis of someone who has finally had something confirmed. The room laughed again. Dana was crying already — full-scale, the way she'd promised. Grace was not crying, but her eyes were doing the thing they did when she was feeling something she hadn't yet learned to release. Eli Stone stood in the second row with his hands clasped and an expression Zara had never seen on his face before: peace. Simple, unperformed, entirely real.

Nyxara POV The moment silver pierces Rowan Varkas, time fractures into something fragile and unbearable, because I have lived long enough to know exactly how easily creatures like him are erased. --- The sound of the gunshot arrives after the impact, as if reality itself hesitates before acknowledging what has already happened, and for a single suspended moment the world seems to narrow into the space between Rowan’s body and the silver that has just torn through it. I see the instant it connects.

But the creatures were relentless, their sheer numbers overwhelming. “Elijah!” Annabel shouted, her voice cutting through the din. “We need to find Ash. Now!” Elijah nodded, shifting into his hybrid form. Together, they pushed through the chaos, their focus unwavering. They found Ash in the center of the compound, standing before a massive stone altar. Symbols etched into its surface glowed faintly, pulsating with a dark energy. “You’re too late,” Ash said, his smile widening. “The ritual has already begun.”

Smoke and dust hung in the air, obscuring the remnants of the once formidable stronghold. Asmo, having teleported to safety before the detonation, returned to witness the aftermath of the cataclysmic explosion. The devastation was absolute, and the loss of his loyal assassins weighed heavily on him. The physical environment that had once been a bastion of security and preparation was now an eerie mausoleum, a grim testament to the merciless power of the conflict between Asmo and Satan.

"After drinking it, a silver vein appears along the neck. She had already taken it." "She prepared everything in advance," Caleb said hoarsely. "She knew she wouldn't die." The projection vanished. The square exploded into chaos. "The Northlands!" "Lucia really worked with the enemy!" "She betrayed the pack just to frame Lyla?" "The prophecy about Lyla awakening..." "And we put her on trial..." Caleb's hand that was resting on his sword hilt trembled violently. My father looked as if all strength had drained from him. His staff struck the ground with a sharp clang as he struggled to stay standing.

With a roar, Kronos extended his hand, firing a large burst of silver lightning, engulfing the nearby area, causing a massive explosion. Once the dust had settled, Calypso stood with a groan after shoving two dead bodies off of her. She had landed in a pile of debris and slowly stood up. Lying face down in a now deeper crater was Kronos. Besides the two Abnormals, everyone else was dead. Calypso stared in disbelief at the motionless body of Kronos. His last attack had actually hurt her, damaged her. She would have to buy new armor once she got home.