Kratos Without Ashes Novels & Stories

While me, Alex, and Vincent decided to walk. At first I thought Land of Ashes was just a symbolic title because that's where the bodies of werewolves, victims of war, were burned to ashes. But Land of Ashes is really colored ... gray. No trees or grass grew in the area, nothing lived on it. Just a gray-brown expanse of barren land about the size of two football fields. In the new surroundings there are dense trees that surround. And above there the evening sky is orange as a contrast background.

"Look at me and tell me this is what you want. Tell me you want me stripped of my name, locked in a private clinic in Switzerland, while you pretend I never existed." ​"Sign the papers, Seraphina," he said. His voice was shockingly low, a gravelly baritone that dragged across the room like heavy chains. There was no anger in it. No sorrow. Just an absolute, crushing finality. "The surgical team is waiting. We are out of time." ​"Out of time for what?" I choked out, a bitter tear finally escaping my eye and tracing a burning path down my icy cheek. "To save Chloe? Or to make sure I'm under anesthesia before the SEC agents clear the lobby downstairs?"

Crystal gaze distant, focused somewhere far beyond what anyone else could see. The tension snapped with Kaine’s voice. “Alright, no. No.” His hands clenched. "I’m done standing here like an idiot. Someone’s explaining what the hell is going on.” No response. Kaine’s gaze snapped to Ashar. “You. You know something. I can see it written all over you.” His tone dropped, not hostile, but heavy. “What. Is. Happening.” Ashar didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. For a long breath, he stayed silent. Then, voice low, carved from something older than words, he finally answered. “It’s not simple.” Kaine’s hands spread, sharp. “Didn’t think it would be. Don’t care. Say it anyway.” Ashar’s crystalline eyes shift

Craig finishes, laughing maniacally heading towards the door. His words become like kryptonite to me. I find myself struggling with the ropes around mey hands. My vision turning red. I need to stop him, and I need to stop him now. I don't have time to wait around. I need to do something now. Before I realize it a plan forms in my mind. I don't take a second to second guess it, I simply react.

Like something that doesn’t want to forget being open. “ELORA!” Ruby yells. “I’ve got it!” I choke. The creature thrashes, its body unraveling as the breach narrows. YOU CANNOT CLOSE WHAT YOU ARE, it screeches. “Watch me,” I snarl. The silver surges—not outward this time, but in. Wrapping the tear, stitching it together with something that feels like choice made solid. The creature screams one last time,and collapses into ash. The tear snaps shut. Silence crashes down.

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.

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.

Chapter Thirteen: Sister of Ash The sky had turned a deep, smoky gray, as though the heavens themselves mourned what was awakening beneath the soil. Seren stood at the edge of the crater, surrounded by the wreckage of her birthright and the screams of the cursed tree that once marked Black Hollow’s sacred heart. Her robes—dark blue with silver embroidery—fluttered with energy. She hadn’t aged past her early twenties, her presence defying time, her expression carved from stone.

Ryker drew out the black roots from his neck and he felt the blood warm in his mouth, but he had not drawn all when he suddenly felt it caught his throat and he quickly withdrew before throwing up blood at the side. Maximus could still see the line there and he looked at Ryker who then transformed back. Ryker wheezed and his body shook alongside. He shook his head and said, “I can’t do it.” “What do you mean you can’t?” Maximus asked. “Are we just going to leave Cassian to die then?” “Wait,” Remus said. “What?” Maximus asked. Remus trailed his finger along the line on Cassian’s neck and arm. “I think it stopped moving,” he said.

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.