Lord Ashura Novels & Stories

the elder said, “Ashina is now the Matriarch of the Blood Moon Pack and rightful leader of her family’s lands. Next, she is crowned Queen Ashina of the Ironclaw Tribe. May her reign be strong, her justice fair, and her heart unshaken.” Cheers erupted. I turned to Boris, the man who had fought for me, bled for me… believed in me. We had come through fire, and now we could finally breathe. Later that night, beneath the silver moon, the entire tribe gathered at the Great Flame for the ritual of unity. I wore the robes of my father, stitched anew with my own colours. Boris stood beside me in Ironclaw regalia. But he didn’t wear a crown. Neither of us did, actually.

“Not him.” I forced my breath steady and spoke like I meant it. “RELEASE.” Ash surged, black and thick, slamming into the circle lines around Dax. The glow dimmed, resisting. The cage law fought back. The Hollow King lifted his fingers lazily, amused. “That word belongs to me.” My wrist mark flared—hot enough to make me cry out—and the ash wall shuddered, thinning. Dax’s boots slid forward again. He crossed the third carved line.

Light dimmed to eclipse for a heartbeat, painting every face in beautiful shadow. A crown, Nyxara purred. Show it what to do besides own you. I lifted my palms. “Bring me ash.” --- POV: Wolves We brought what we had ash of collars kept to remember, ash of burned vows, ash of humbled roots, ash of banners cut down when hands needed to feel sharp. Kade’s echo our boy who’d learned what to shout stepped first, both palms full. He offered it as the truth. Araya bowed; he poured. The ash vanished into her hair as if it had waited for this work.

She didn’t understand all of it—but she knew this wasn’t just war. This was betrayal. Revolution. And love—bleeding at the center of it all. In the heart of the storm, Asher fought like a force of nature—wounded but unyielding. He took down three of Aiden’s lieutenants with bone-cracking precision, blood staining the marble beneath him. But it was not enough. He was surrounded. And just as Julian stepped forward to strike, a howl rang through the mountain—raw, broken, familiar. Akira.

Cassia took in the room with one look. Glass on the carpet. Stella over me. Me on the floor, holding the urn. She did not slow down. She crossed the room in three steps. She caught Stella's arm in that half-second of confusion, then pulled the urn out of her hands. She moved into Stella's space. Stella swung at her. Cassia caught it. I did not wait. I clamped my arms around the urn and crawled, hands and knees, glass under me, out to the SUV. I yanked the back door open and folded into the seat.

It had shown her its plan, like opening a door in her soul to show her a terrible future. “Liora… what did you do?” Ash’s voice was weak, broken and barely there. He was still on the ground, a fresh cut on his forehead, hand pressed to it. His eyes scared her most, they weren’t afraid of the wolves or statues, but of her, of what she’d become in a moment.

Arwan's whispering voice echoed, “It's been a while since I heard your thoughts.” “You got my message,” I asked happily. “Of course, there's no way I wouldn't… Melonie, I'm sorry about our son, I…” “Let's keep that aside, we have something much more terrifying to deal with,” I cut him off. “Alastor is after Ashera.” “What the hell is Ashera?” Arwan asked calmly. “It's a very powerful sword named after its last owner,” I explained, “Find it before Alastor does.”

“I’ll carve her open and take what’s inside. You can watch.” “Over my dead body,” Zade hissed, staggering back to his feet. Ashar’s fist cracked across his face, sending him sprawling. He stepped forward, raising his claws for the killing blow, and I screamed. “NO!” “Stop.” Lady Natasha’s command froze him mid-strike. Ashar’s grin faded into something sour, but he obeyed, lowering his hand. “He lives,” she said, her voice firm, cutting through the night. “I still have plans for him.”

His warriors, the Ashkais, the Feyd'ur, and his carefully crafted army were assembled in the open field, with dark energy emanating from them. They were fortified for the battle ahead. It was time for Rashka to take over that which truly belonged to him. That which his so-called brother stole from him. Rashka noticed the look on everyone's face, and he knew instantly that something was amiss. He stopped when he saw Shota and Odessa walking towards him, trying to plaster a fake smile on their faces. "Greetings, Master Rashka," they both echoed in unison. Rashka did not acknowledge their greeting. His eyes, cold and piercing, scanned their faces, reading the fear and guilt they struggled to hi

“King Alpha Howle, Queen Luna Howle. Has the Blood Moon done something to offend the Royal House? Asher asked, even though he knew exactly why they were there. That bitch of a Witch told him this day would come if he didn’t kill his pup, but he could not stand to harm a hair on her head. She was all he had left from his beloved Olivia. “Just murder.” Sasha spat at him, Jackson entwined their fingers to help calm his Luna down. “The murder of whom Queen Luna?” Asher asked again, “By the sound of your wild heart I think you know.” At that point Lyle came out of the pack house with a tray of classes full of refreshments, he was working hard to keep his trembling at bay. The glasses were not sh