Kratos Without Ashes Novels & Stories

Kate pulled back the covers, creating a haven of comfort amidst the storm of emotions. As they settled into bed, Keta turned to Drake, her voice tender. "Remember, you're not alone in this so don't think much about it. We'll face whatever comes together." Drake's hand found Keta's, their fingers intertwining in a gesture of unity. "Thank you, love. Your support means everything." The next day As the night stretched on, the room was filled with an air of quietness. The darkness outside was a reflection of the uncertainty that loomed over their thoughts. Drake and Keta lay side by side, their breathing steady as they tried to find rest amidst the tangle of emotions.

With that statement, Aries hisses his agreement. Images begin to project on the wall behind her as she continues to speak. Which is weird considering she hasn't moved an inch. "Ironclad dragons. Phoenixes. Leviathans. Direwolves. Storm Gryphons. Moon Serpents. Flame Hounds. Cerberus'. Unicorns. Frost Lynxes. Kitsune. Ash Ravens. Nemean Lions." She says with confidence as the images change behind her head still without any movement. "And of course the many extinct or the now unwilling bonds that you will learn more about in your history classes." she says as the images flick again and my breath stalls.

Cracks formed on the ground, and the impact of the collision sent dust and debris flying everywhere. "That should be enough to kill you, Ashton Gray!" Clay yelled as he tried to catch his breath. He was laughing like a bloodthirsty specter, and the air around him was in complete disarray. However, before he could deal his killing blow, Ashton got back up in one swift motion. Ashton's black coat was flapping audibly in the wind. With a cold and unfeeling gaze, he spat, "Was that your so-called power of the semi-divine realm? Is this all you've got?"

“You expect me to conjure fire like I used to. But my magic isn’t the same.” “No,” Ignatius agreed. “It’s stronger. But it’s still broken.” He stepped forward, tossing a flask at her feet. It rolled and hissed — a thin trail of black smoke curling upward from its mouth. “Vosvak’s Ash. Concentrated nightmare dust. Inhale it.” Krishna’s eyes widened. “That’s madness. That’s poison.” “No,” he said evenly. “That’s memory.” She stared at him. The wind tugged at her cloak. The talisman on her chest — the phoenix seal once branded in fire — pulsed faintly, responding to the ash already in the air.

The ground was shaking all the birds sitting on the trees fly's away at once Zudan's horse and Rosita's horse throw them away and ran off, Lame turned and wanted to run away from the scene but she saw Zudan, Rosita, and Katrine from the far. Lame did not bother to attack them as she ride her horse and runs away. Ashek raises the sword to the sky and pieced it into the dragon's heart, All the water dried up at once, and everywhere become desert, Ashek collapsed and died instantly. Ashek woke up inside the pit of hell, he screamed in pain. *********************************

I never heard of it from dad. “Of course, there are plenty,” Asher nodded. “Some packs are members, but secondary members, so they don’t need to attend meetings like this.” I nodded, again intrigued about Killian’s absence. If he was keeping in the dark for the time being, how did he plan to destroy a pack as powerful as GrayCrest without any allies? Where would he get an army? Or the money to be even remotely comparable to GrayCrest? As I took in the faces of the Alphas sitting there, their eyes flitting to me from time to time, I couldn’t help but wonder if any of these powerful Alphas actually were the mask…

This man left our clan to leak information about us and for what? Ten million dollars ! He blackmailed us,we don't do anything that's against the law. We don't shed blood except when extremely necessary such as his case. We respect human lives but Raves, they don't. Not only is killing a sin but also a crime. Raves do more than kill but they are not influential enough to block out the consequences so they target clans and frame them. That,we don't tolerate. Unfortunately the only way out from Zenturio is death. He's gonna die today after he tells me where Mateo and Remy are.

Suddenly the ground around them opened not into cracks or fire, but into narratives, Half-told stories flooded out like rivers: A soldier who never returned from war, finally finding peace, A wolf spirit who had loved a human girl but never said the words. A dragon who had outlived its own prophecy, Thousands of voices Characters she’d created, And abandoned, They weren’t angry, They weren’t forgiving, They were simply unfinished, And they surged forward, pulled by Ashen’s unraveling core, drawn toward the void like ink to a drain. Liora stood slowly, Blood on her hands, Ashen’s weight still warm She raised the Inkblade, It flickered, dim. But alive, Her voice cracked as she whispered, “No m

I have not even completed what I want to say. “No!!!” He punches the wall to the extent the whole room quivers. The echo is overwhelming. “I am Asher Feathers, and war has begun! Whoever is doing this, has bitten more than he can chew. I will not rest until I find those behind this and drink their blood from their skull. I am Asher Feathers, and this is my promise to you!!”

Anna sighed, she wanted to follow but had a strong feeling she shouldn’t, finding out who he was when he was not ready to show her, might cause a rift between them and she didn’t want that. She picked up a throw pillow and began to fiddle with the fluffy hairs of the throw pillow sadly, maybe he has to go back to his duties or something. Maybe someone was coming. ...... "Where are you going?" Myron asked, a bad premonition sprouting in his heart. "You'd see," Kraktos responded as he rushed down the corridor into the room, where he had earlier left his clothes, shifted back, put on his clothes, and walked out of the room.