Kratos Without Ashes Novels & Stories

“Why? Williams, you’re a firefighter. Don’t you know how toxic smoke is? “I told you that I was pregnant, but you gave the mask to Leia. Now, you’re asking me why I had an abortion? Are you pretending to be clueless?” I did not want to look at him any longer. I was afraid that I might feel disgusted if I did. Williams trembled and tried to hug me. However, Leia suddenly held her forehead and started falling to the side. Coincidentally, she fell right onto Williams. He withdrew his hands and quickly supported her instead.

"A very important step to keeping the Curse where it belongs." "But I saw so many lost creatures..." My voice betrayed my sadness. "We'll fight so that no more are lost." Khalid was the first to speak. I turned to look at my mates. Achilles stood in the middle; I could see a soft aura around his body, a whitish hue, like he was standing in a snowstorm and his body heat melted the snowflakes around him. But I noticed his wolf spirit was distant, and that saddened me. Achilles’ expression was one of adoration, a silly smile on his lips.

He appeared unconcerned about the Lord of War's Domain's suppression, slowly focusing on the entrance to the Kane family mansion. Wyverna's sixth Lord of War! A figure draped in black robes stood silently and motionless about 300 meters in front of the entrance. His figure resembled a withering tree trunk, with a face devoid of a black veil and a surface marked with deep crevices reminiscent of an ancient tree's weathered bark! "M-Master..." Kratos lay at the bottom of the pit, severely injured and on the verge of dying. Finally, he uttered a full sentence laced with bitterness and anguish.

So he stood there, trying not to meet his gaze when his father chuckled. "Okay then, we will see how you're going to handle this." Jake barely heard him as he focused on nature. On the other hand, Alpha Killian brought his palm near his mouth and blew on the ash with his mouth. It filled the air like a small cloud of smoke and just as everyone was looking at it, the ash particles divided into three clouds. Then a trembling noise of cloudburst filled the air as the ash clouds turned into soldiers, encased in armor with a sword in hand and a shield.

My Krav. The glow faded slightly. The frost stopped spreading. His breath came out shaky. “I don’t want to hurt you, Ash.” “You won’t,” I whispered. But he looked away, jaw tight. “You don’t know that.” He stood suddenly, his movements sharp. The air around him shimmered with faint blue light, the god’s energy rippling through his veins. His shirt clung to his chest, soaked with sweat and glowing veins of frost beneath it. “Krav ”

I protect Joshua and Drake, shielding them from the Ashwalkers' attacks. “Both of you, go ahead!” I tell them through the link. “We can’t leave you like this!” Drake says. “I’ll be fine. Go ahead and see if you can find something. Or else it’ll be too late. We need to find Dory.” I remind them. They seem to hesitate but then nod and run away. I focus my attention back on the Ashwalkers. Alright, let's finish this. One by one, I take them down, my glowing white claws and teeth a deadly blur. The Ashwalkers fall, their bodies crumpling to the floor, their screams a haunting echo in the chamber. The white light consumes them and the hallway seems like no fight has occurred here.

I used my air magic, so I lift the ash's off the ground and then I used earth to make a whole in the ground and place the ash's in the hole and cover it back up. Then we all go for some rest. In the morning the rain is coming down, so fast that you can hardly see through it. I look at Arizer and he is carving something and when I have a look I am gobsmacked. It is the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It was a mixture of symbols for witches, wolves, elves and vampires all blended with swirls and flowers. It says in the middle "Here lies the bravest men and women I will ever meet. They deserve to rest in peace. Asher Evans, sacrificed himself for the good of the world."

The sky darkens as if ash had found it too. Below, his laughter climbs—ruptured, furious, exultant. The pulse hammers through it, reminding even him: freedom is not a rule. --- POV: Ashmouth The world shakes. Chains lie in glowing shards, sinking into ash. My body is ruin—torn, bleeding, luminous. My laughter is ragged but alive. I lift my head. Shadows climb with me. Skulls orbit. Solara quakes; bells toll without hands. I grin through blood and ash.

The retreat of the Sun-Eaters had left behind a world that felt fundamentally broken. As I stood on the ramparts, leaning heavily into Silas’s warmth, I looked out over the valley. The snow, once a pristine and sparkling white, was gone. In its place was a thick, suffocating layer of pale grey ash—the remains of the ancient forest and the pulverized spirits of the Council’s ritual. It looked like a graveyard of a world that had forgotten how to breathe.