Kratos Without Ashes Novels & Stories

She turned, her eyes wide with excitement, just as the earth crumbled beneath her small feet, sending shards of rock tumbling into the abyss. Kael didn’t pause to think. He leapt, propelled by a surge of adrenaline that made everything around him feel as if it had slowed to a crawl. In that brief moment, fire coursed through his veins, ancient and wild, igniting his senses. His skin tingled as if kissed by heat, and he felt a powerful crack in the fabric of his being. It was then that wings burst forth from his back, unfurling like shadows in the light, and he roared—not in agony, but in a primal expression of strength.

“No. That’s something breaking through.” Kyren rose beside me, pulling me up with a hand firm at my waist. “We need to move. Now.” But Ashen’s eyes fixed on the mural. Or rather, what emerged from it. A crack split down the center of the stone figure. White light seeped through the fracture, pulsing to the rhythm of something alive. “Kyren,” Ashen said tightly, “get her back.” “What is it?” Kyren demanded. Ashen drew a long breath, jaw tightening. “A side effect of the Pact awakening.”

Stealth meant everything needed to be hidden, especially with a three-quarter moon in the night sky shining down on them. “You know, I hit up bars that aren’t military for a reason. What the fuck were you doing there?” Kira asked. “Drowning my demons.” “Apparently. How many drinks did you have before I sat down?” Knight had to think harder than usual about the answer to that question since his brain kept tripping over how Kira looked pressed down in expensive sheets while Knight her hard. “Four, all doubles.” Knight arched an eyebrow. “Wow." She whistles. "Awakaned metabolism definitely has something going for it.”

“Few things about your martyr were erased from history. My forefather, the Alpha of your time was the one who ordered you killed, so the real history was passed down to me. He was known to be the only Alpha who was able to conquer you, but in his doings, he did not completely erase you. He couldn't at all. A prophecy was made that era that in another lifetime, a descendant of your lover’s bloodline shall be the one to free you.” Lucan rose up to his feet slowly, wincing with pains as he did. He pointed to Rose, “Emmett, this is the person you seek for, the one who by fate broke the spell on your ashes."

It usually kept them alive. "He was hesitant at first, but when we had to face the Drakors, Madelyn killed all of them. You should have seen it. They were all circling around this high mountain and coming out of these caves. Madelyn came screaming down from the heavens in her bird form and created a sonic boom that crushed the mountain down on them. I'm just glad that battle was in rural Russia or else the damned Brotherhood of the Blood Moon would be knocking on our door." Grigori chuckled as though recalling some memory. "After that, Rurik became a fan." It pained Mikhail to know he'd missed out on so much of his brothers' lives.

I didn't even realize that he was watching me, while I basically stared at Asher. I let out a defeated sigh and glanced back at him, staring deep into his green emerald eyes. I bit my lips nervously, “Will he be safe?” He tickled his brow and chuckled. “It’s Alpha Asher we are talking about here, the only Alpha that the Moon Goddess specially gifted with the power and strength of a thousand warriors. He said with a dangerous smirk and continued “Asher is known on the battlefield as the god Kratos because he is capable of taking down more than thirty men at the same time. Trust me you don't need to worry, he will be fine.”

I whispered, the words tasting like ash. I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t have to see their faces. I released the golden light. It was a soft, warm wave, a final mercy that felt like a betrayal. When the light faded and I opened my eyes, the space in front of me was empty. Five piles of fine white ash were all that remained of five heroes.

“You weren’t authorized.” The man grins. “I never am.” I recognize him before he speaks again. Not by face—by weight. By the way the city pulls away from him like it doesn’t want to be noticed. “Name’s Ash,” he says. “Protagonist, depending who you ask.” Jonas’s voice goes flat. “You’re supposed to be off-grid.” “Yeah,” Ash replies. “So are ghosts.” He looks at me then. Really looks. No reverence. No calculation. Just recognition.

CHAPTER 22 _____________ "J-just f*cking move! T-tyr! Can't you hear me? Are you deaf?!" Kylo yelled at me because he suddenly thought of what happened earlier before it happened to us. Asher ate as well as Don Adonis but the surprising thing is that they didn't even poisoned like Kylo, ​​Psyche and Eirene. They drank the drink that was red and they were Psyche, not because they were still eating...

The concrete floor developed cracks that spread outward from where we knelt, black voids opening beneath them. “I die,” it continued. “No matter how this turned out, my brothers and I here die. But it does not matter. Our job is done. Our feast lives on. My brothers out there will eat. Till they are full and it perishes.” That did it. I burned what was left of it on reflex. The ash drifted and fell in a dull gray sheet. Silence rushed into the space it left. Too complete. Too easy to hate.