Kratos Without Ashes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My chest felt heavy, like every heartbeat was dragging me closer to a choice I didn’t want to make. Then Knox stepped forward. “We can’t wait. They’re laughing at us and we won't have that.” His gaze slid to me. “Unless someone here wants to talk peace.” I met his eyes. “I want to think before I bury another brother.” “Thinking doesn’t stop bullets,” he shot back. “You gonna write them a letter, Ash? Ask them nicely not to kill us?” A few brothers snickered, uneasy laughter mixing with anger. Griff slammed his fist down. “Enough! Ash, you in or out?”

" Why don't you come at me instead? Why go to the man who seems to have lost everything? " Kyle gritted his teeth now as he realised there would be no forgiveness for him. " You are supposed to die too, " He suddenly mutters, stunning everyone who begins to think he has gone insane. " Asher you were supposed to drop dead when the blood touches you. Isn't that right? Gra34, when applied, shouldn't be in contact with any other person or its death. That was why you sent your team out. To protect them but you ... The blood is right there on your hand but you are still standing tall. You are not human. You are not human! "

Ritual-forged. Bound to the vault of Kingsgrave before it fell. And Asher? He didn’t flinch when I picked it up. Because he knew. This wasn’t a war we could win with fire. This was a pattern we had to break. From inside. Even if it killed us. Even if it meant— Becoming what she saw. It's just long enough to burn her down.

Turning their heads in the opposite direction they all saw Zadicus with his Gray Demise but their faces were covered with a cloak, not showing them their faces. “I simply don’t desire bloodshed and wish to end it quietly.” Kriss sighed. Folding his arms while emitting the aura comparable to Zadicus’ to match the intensity of strength challenged in the air. “Vacuous of you to expect that there will be no bloodshed." He said, chucking darkly, belittling Kriss' words.

Graves' voice spoke out of the overhead. "I had hoped she'd keep silent. But loyalty is so. tenuous." Cassandra braced herself. "Graves," Asher growled. "I gave her peace. Purpose. But your love made her. defiant." "Love is not a weakness," Cassandra replied. "No," Graves replied. "It's a virus. And like all viruses, it has to be purged." Booms cracked the facility. Asher grabbed Cassandra. "We have to go—now!" They sprinted.

“STEWARD BROKE FAITH. HIS DEBT IS PAID IN ASH.” The cage collapsed. Elias imploded—not slow, not dramatic. Instant. Black ash. Crimson sparks. Gone. Silence. Then— The stone cracked. Not breaking. Opening. A single drop of water fell from the center. It hit the asphalt and spread—a perfect four-point spiral that healed the cracks. The mist lifted. Stars burned clear. Julian stared at the empty space where Elias had been. “He’s… gone.”

He straightened slightly on his knees, ignoring the gun still pressed to the back of his head. “What exactly do you mean by that?” he asked, but not quite as smoothly as before. Asher’s smile widened. “Oh, you’ll see,” he said lightly. I leaned back in my chair, folding my arms across my chest, already feeling the anticipation curl in my gut. Hawk and Asher together were a special kind of chaos. They didn’t just hurt people… they ‘enjoyed’ dismantling them piece by piece, in ways that didn’t always leave visible damage but always left them broken.

Ashr glanced at me and frowned slightly. "We already know each other, your highness," he mumbled sadly and handed Dregs his package. "Documents to have signed before the ceremony today," he added and rushed off. I watched him curiously, wondering why he'd act so oddly. "Ashr is an odd fellow, he was doing really well when he had a Demirkan boyfriend but it didn't work out apparently since he's back with his previous abusive lover," Dregs commented and added,"he will eventually die from the abuse or leave it behind." I bit my bottom lip not wanting to think about what he was saying, knowing that I was his previous boyfriend. My heart hurt seeing him that way. Maybe when I was announced the se

The ground beneath them groaned as the tectonic plates of the world began to realign, sensing the removal of the god-key. "Ash, please!" Rhea’s physical eyes snapped open, the black receding just enough to show a sliver of terrified gold. Her hands came up, clutching his forearms, her nails digging into his charred flesh. "Don't go into the dark alone! If you take that thing out... there’s no coming back!" "I’m already gone, Rhea," Ash said. He looked at her face—the blood, the tears, the silver veins pulsing with poison. For the first time since he had renounced his soul, the grey in his eyes didn't look like stone. It looked like ash covering a dying coal.

Words scraped out of my throat. Controlling my shaking hands, I shut Asher’s eyelids. Swallowing down the quiver, I forced myself to speak loud and clear. “Deathless Death… worked.” Draknor stared at Asher’s paralyzed face, his jaw tightening. His breaths turned uneven, dissolving into hollow, shallow pants. “What’s with that somber tone, Alpha?” His words dripped with venom. “He’s gone.” He let out a hollow, bitter laugh. “Isn’t that what you always wanted?”