Kratos Without Ashes Novels & Stories

Time to play the role. Time to secure the legacy. Time to brace for the day June’s world—and his—finally shattered.

How can I help him if he won’t tell me, how can I fix it? I follow Tony out of the dark building, the sky brightness blinds my eyes in stark contrast to the dimness I’ve just come from. My heart feels like it’s bleeding. “By the way, forgot to mention, Kratos is in the air as we speak. Your assistant has organized a car to collect him for you.”

"Get the road crew. Whatever is left of the nomads. Tell them it’s open season. No tags. No colors. We go in black." "We burning them out?" Markos asks. "We are liquidating the assets," Drakon says. "If it has a Reaper skull on the door, it burns. If a man walks out of it, he drops." I sit up in the bed. My head spins, but the fog of the drugs is lifting. The smell of copper—blood from the IV, blood from the fight—mixes with the stale smoke clinging to Drakon’s leather. "You're leaving," I say.

The love in their eyes made me feel that this trip through the human world had been more than worth it. I slowly closed my eyes. Right before they shut completely, I had a strange feeling and turned my head toward the narrow glass window in the door. Through it, I saw a handsome face with red eyes and trembling lips. It was Cole. My vision, my sense of touch, and my sense of smell began to fade as I waited for death to take me. Seconds before I lost my hearing too, I heard people shouting my name from all around. In the midst of all the noise, I caught one voice that wasn't loud at all. It should've been clear and cool, but right then it was hoarse. Its owner called out, "Izzy."

"Dr. Cooke, I never expected you to be this kind of person." I turned my head. Dr. Corey Brown from my department was looking at me with open contempt. "Earlier, that girl knelt and begged you to save her father, and you said she couldn’t afford it. Then, when she finally raised the money, you took leave and disappeared." He shook his head. "And now look, you’ve caused someone’s death." "You said I took leave," I raised my voice, locking my eyes onto him, "then how could I have killed anyone?"

each word was punctuated by another grind of their bodies together. “Tomorrow, we lay siege to Cidade dos escravos. One of the Santo orders greatest assets,” Escuro said as he slowly started removing Escuridade’s robe. “And either one of us might not see another sunrise. I think, we both need to be reminded of what we are fighting for.” Her breath hitched at his words, the grim reality of their mission crashing over her like a wave. Cidade dos escravos– she knew the fortress intimately; its stone walls were steeped in blood and dark magic, a monument to everything they despised. The thought of potentially losing him tomorrow sent a cold dread through her that had nothing to do with her own i

“Together.” Their hands clasped, a vow to confront Alessio’s betrayal, their bond a fire in the dark. The city’s shadows waited, Alessio’s meeting a battlefield, Crane’s network a poison. Their love, their united front, was a beacon, their leadership a pulse that defied the danger. But the Order of Cinders, Alessio’s treachery, loomed, a storm poised to break their fire.

Let everything go back to normal. Normal. The word tasted like ash. I turned the water off and stood dripping in the quiet. Steam swirled around me thick and heavy. But I didn’t want normal, all I want is her. And that scared me more than any slap Ethan could throw.

I was stupid to think he liked me this whole time. “Yes, they are all Grants men” Zac confirmed. Phillip started screaming so I glanced over to see that Grace was carving something into this chest. I was intrigued so walked closer so I could read it. PIG was now carved on his chest in big letters. “I am not a big swearer” She giggled. “No, it suits him” I smirked as I put my cigarette out on his nipple. “Want one?” I asked as I lit another taking a deep drag.

Asher My heart felt heavy, as though it carried the weight of all the pain and betrayal that had brought us to this moment. Brooke knelt before me, her face defiant yet tinged with something akin to acceptance—or was it manipulation? I couldn't tell anymore. My claws gleamed in the faint light, my hand poised to strike the final blow. Her death would end this nightmare, this endless cycle of suffering she had unleashed. But just as I prepared to swing, a flash of something deep within me held me back.